Gabriel's body softened against his, and Damian could feel the change—acceptance, trust. His lips pressed against Damian's, tentatively at first, but then, with increasing urgency, his tongue responded to Damian's rhythm. It was a silent, intimate dance, a conversation between them that did not require words.
Damian deepened the kiss, bringing Gabriel closer and pressing his lips harder against his. He coaxed him into it with gentle, unhurried movements, allowing the heat of the kiss to gradually build. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only Gabriel's taste, the warmth of his mouth, and the silent promise that this was only the beginning.