Bound by the Mark of Lies (BL)-Chapter 363 - 357: Beautiful

Gabriel rolled his eyes and leaned back against him anyway, tired, warm, and far too aware of the hands on his hips.

Damian’s hands slid down on his hips and thighs, slowly until he reached between them.

"Damian." Gabriel said before a moan escaped his lips.

"What? I’m just making sure you are thoroughly cleaned."

Gabriel exhaled sharply, a sound caught halfway between exasperation and surrender. His head tilted back against Damian’s shoulder, neck exposed to the steam and the breath ghosting over his skin.

"You are insufferable," he muttered, the words shaky now, edged with heat.

Damian’s lips brushed the shell of his ear. "And yet you keep letting me in the shower."

"Letting? You sneak in," Gabriel muttered, but the words were thin, brittle, already unraveling under the heat curling up his spine.

Damian’s hands slid lower, slowly, until his fingers wrapped around Gabriel’s cock, firm, possessive, with the kind of confidence that came from knowing every angle of his body, every twitch, every tell. Gabriel’s breath faltered, his hips jerking slightly, unbidden, as the first stroke rolled through him like a pulse of electricity.

He hissed, eyes fluttering shut, water cascading down his back and over Damian’s arm, the warmth of the steam nothing compared to the heat blooming under his skin.

"You like that?" Damian whispered near his ear, his voice rough and lazy with satisfaction. His thumb dragged over the slit, smearing precome with ease, coaxing another twitch from Gabriel’s hips.

Gabriel bit down on his lip, but the moan still escaped, a low, broken sound he couldn’t quite hold back.

"You know I do," he breathed, his voice raw now, every syllable a surrender wrapped in exhaustion. He leaned back into Damian’s chest, the thick scent of alpha pheromones wrapping around him like smoke, like gravity, and let himself be touched, undone, and worshipped.

Gabriel’s body was already melting into him, tension bleeding out with every stroke, but Damian wasn’t sated. Not even close.

"Turn around," he said, not as a command, but low and warm, like a request made of an innocent man.

Gabriel shifted under Damian’s hands, slowly, until they were facing each other. Water streamed down the planes of his chest, catching on the lines of his ribs and the slight swell of his stomach. His pupils were blown wide now, lips parted, and breath shallow but controlled.

Damian took him in like a starved man, his hands already moving to cup Gabriel’s face, to memorize every inch like he hadn’t seen him every day since the poisoning. "You’re beautiful," he murmured, and this time it wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t political. It was reverent.

Gabriel arched an eyebrow, but his mouth betrayed him, softening slightly. "You’re only saying that because I let you touch me first."

"I’m saying it because it’s true."

His lips met Gabriel’s a heartbeat later, hungry and unrestrained, months of worry and restraint pouring into the space between them. Gabriel kissed back like he’d been waiting for it too long, fingers knotting in Damian’s wet hair, dragging him closer with a desperation he rarely showed in daylight.

Damian’s hands slipped lower again, this time grabbing Gabriel by the thighs and lifting him effortlessly. Gabriel let out a soft sound of surprise, legs wrapping around Damian’s waist as his back met the tile with a dull thud. His arms looped around Damian’s shoulders, their foreheads brushing, breaths tangled in the rising heat.

"I missed this," Damian whispered against his neck, his voice frayed with want. "Missed you."

"You had me," Gabriel replied, but his voice caught as Damian rocked against him, thick and hard between their bodies. "You always have me."

Damian kissed him again, deeper this time, biting at his lower lip just enough to make Gabriel gasp. And when he reached between them again, slick fingers teasing, spreading his mate, preparing to take him in, Gabriel tilted his head back against the wall and exhaled like he was finally letting go.

Gabriel’s breath hitched as Damian’s fingers moved, pressing his hole. The stretch burned just enough to remind him it had been too long, but not enough to make him pull away.

Gabriel’s fingers dug into Damian’s shoulders, leaving red marks where they clenched in search of steadiness. His thighs tensed around Damian’s waist, a silent signal, a breathless plea for more. The water kept falling around them, a steady rhythm that only seemed to echo the growing pressure between their bodies.

Damian’s forehead pressed to Gabriel’s, their noses brushing as he worked him open with careful, steady strokes. His voice was barely a whisper, but Gabriel felt it like a pulse inside his chest.

"I don’t want to hurt you."

"You won’t," Gabriel whispered back, his voice hoarse, lips parted as another moan slipped through. "Just... don’t stop."

Damian pulled back just enough to align himself, his right hand bracing against the wall beside Gabriel’s head, the heat of his body searing even through the spray of the water.

Gabriel’s breath hitched again, head tilting back against the tile as Damian pushed in, slow, relentless, until the stretch became fullness, and the burn gave way to something deeper. His thighs tightened, and his breath caught in his throat from the overwhelming feeling of being claimed all over again.

Damian groaned, low and guttural, as he bottomed out, hips flush with Gabriel’s. He didn’t move right away. He just stayed there, buried deep, breathing harshly against Gabriel’s neck. The scent of pheromones making his mind hazy, his teeth itching to bite again the mark on his mate’s nape.

He could feel the mark on Gabriel’s nape pulsing against his breath, a vivid reminder of what was his, who was his. The bond was quiet now, not blazing like during a rut, but it hummed with need, with tethered longing. Damian’s lips brushed against the spot once, reverent, before he let his mouth open wider, tongue sliding across the scarred skin like he was tasting it for the first time.

Gabriel shivered.

"Damian—" His voice caught, already ruined, but it wasn’t protest. It was a warning. A plea.

"I want to bite you again," Damian whispered, voice hoarse, teeth grazing the skin just beneath the mark. "I want to feel you give again."

Gabriel’s fingers curled tighter in his hair, but he didn’t pull away. His legs were still wrapped around Damian’s waist, anchoring him there, and his chest rose and fell too fast for calm.

"You already did," he whispered back, barely audible above the water. "I’ve never stopped giving you my love."

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