He doesn't know how long they've got and he doesn't really want to piss Lucifer off... but it's hard to protest when Gabriel is looking at him like that, touching him like that. The words are what get his breath to hitch and get him to swallow nervously though. "I'm-- dammit."

It's hard to argue when he has Gabriel's mouth sliding all the way down his length. His head falls back, a low groan leaving him. He bit his lower lip, muscles tensing slightly at the jolt of pleasure going along his nerves. "God, you don't have to..."