A Date with Jean

He groaned quietly, pressing into the man's thigh as he stroked him, biting the nipple softly. Stroking his lover a little faster, he started to kiss down the man's body slowly, barely brushing his lips down the soft skin, tongue darting out to taste the flesh with a soft purr.

His hips thrust against the man's hand, moaning softly.

He gave a little whimper when his nipple was bitten, chest arching against his lover's mouth.

"G-Gabe, please," he mewled softly.

Gabriel leant up, lips just hovering over Jean's.

"Please what?" he cooed, pulling his hand away.

This never got old. He could keep teasing and teasing and teasing Jean forever and each time, Jean's reactions were as different, his expressions were as beautiful, there were so many sides to him that were seen every single time.

He leaned forwards to press against the lips hovering over his.

A soft whimper passed his lips as he pressed forwards against the retreating hand.

"Please, fuck me," he plead in a murmur.

His hand slipped back down to graze over the heated flesh, a finger circling the man's entrance teasingly.

"Here?"

Gabriel bit down on Jean's ear sharply before kissing down his neck, tongue laving over the man's throat delicately. He relished the sensation of his lover's pulse under his tongue, that sweet, familiar scent.