Lucifer couldn't remember the last time he could read Gabriel the way that he can read him now. It was so long ago that it's like walking full on into a wave. It's almost like being welcomed home, and who knew how he secretly craved that, hungered for that forgiveness and acceptance. He wreathed himself in Gabriel's presence, his soul, his thoughts and feelings, and when Gabriel responded, so Lucifer responded too, adapting to his brother's gasps by delivering exactly the kinds of thrusts that deepened his pleasure.

And in euphoria he laughed, and pressed his face closer to Gabriel's throat. It was close and intense and...and human, terribly human, but he couldn't find it in him to care.

"What next?" he urged. "Show me."