"Fuck," he muttered, eyes snapping wide. "Forget about that."
Damian blinked. Slowly.
His golden gaze lingered on Gabriel's face for a second too long, registering the blush climbing up from his chest to his ears, the way his mouth was already half open to backpedal.
Damian had read the report. Gabriel was far from inexperienced, nor did that bother him. It would've been odd if he had been a virgin.
"No," Damian said simply. "I don't think I will."
Gabriel groaned and buried his face in the nearest pillow. "Why do I even talk?"
"Because I fucked you so well, you lost track of your mental filters," Damian offered helpfully, his voice rich with restrained amusement.
Gabriel tensed. "Yeah, well. Don't let it get to your head."
Damian turned his head slowly, the satisfied smirk already spreading across his lips like wildfire.
"Oh," he said, his voice velvet-smooth and unbearably pleased. "Too late."
Gabriel groaned again, throwing the pillow harder over his head. "I hate you."
