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[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel sees what Lucifer just did there, although Lucifer's mouth is distracting and a faint whimper is dragged out of him as he becomes more turned on. Okay, he can see where the pain comes into things and it's basically just enough to turn him on more.

[angelfire]

The illusory women that Lucifer cast are still petting, caressing, but their purpose is more or less only to pin down Gabriel's arms, keep him from resisting or getting grabby. Their hands are eager and exploring, but they don't explore the way that Lucifer does, licking a stripe against Gabriel's cock before engulfing it in the warmth of his mouth. His hands urged Gabriel's legs higher, inviting him to wrap them around his back, even--it would make the next part easier.

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Gabriel's noticing that he's being pinned into place right around now and tries to move his arms to test how strong they were and finds that Lucifer made them stronger than he was. Okay then. Time to ignore the faint unease brought on by not being able to get free.

Which becomes much easier to do as his brother first licks him then takes him into his mouth, resulting in a moan and a rock of his hips.

"Don't forget to save some stuff for the future," he says raggedly, even as he obeys his brother's silent urgings, wrapping his legs around him before another moan and rock of his hips break loose.

[angelfire]

There; that gets Gabriel exactly where he wants him, making exactly the kinds of noises he wants him making. Less smug self assurance and more ragged panting, more little moans. Just perfect. Gabriel had his mouth for a moment, and then Lucifer drew free, nursing the head with his lower lip for a moment, lashing him with his both his tongue and an acerbic reply.

"Don't pretend that you could ever get used to this, brother."

Besides, Lucifer had enough imagination to occupy the both of them for centuries if he chose to. For now, he sucked and teased at the very tip, his eyes on the long stretch of Gabriel above him. His right hand slid against the outside of his thigh, thumbnail cutting a gouge in angelic skin, which healed immediately after. "Beg for my mouth, Gabriel. Tell me how much you want it."

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Gabriel cries out at the injury, the brief pain before it fixed itself tangling with the pleasure coursing through his system and enhancing it in the process.

"Please, brother," he moans, hips rocking up again as shudders run down his back while the constructs keep the hands not restraining him running over him and not letting him have a moment to settle down enough to think clearly. "I want your mouth on me. I need it."

His head lolls back as he swallows down another moan, aware that he hasn't closed himself off from his brother yet; making him continue to be an open book. "Please!"