Gabriel cries out as he comes, painting both their bellies and his fists ripping the blankets under them; his power unleashing and shattering every light bulb in the building. He pants for breath after, head still tilted back for Lucifer and able to feel the spread and permanence of what Lucifer was doing.

"Brother," he gasps, a thrill running through him as he forces himself to let go of the blankets and wrap his arms around Lucifer in a tight hug, rocking up against him again and tightening around him. "Your turn."