When he felt the firm, familiar bulge of an erect cock brush his fingers, Gabriel took it as an invitation. His fingers strayed more boldly, tracing the shape of him beneath the cloth and sliding down to find his balls. The size of him was impressive, enough to make Gabriel’s cheeks tingle with a blush and his thoughts linger on what it would be like to be fucked by a cock like that. He’d never let anyone fuck him, but when Niall looked at him like that, Gabriel couldn’t help but feel... curious.

At Niall’s suggestion, Gabriel smirked at him, not nearly entranced enough to crawl under the table for him. On this floor, under this table? It might be clean for a pub, but Gabriel wasn’t about to risk getting someone’s discarded gum in his hair from the underside of the table. He might be willing to suck cock on a fairly regular basis, but not unless he was getting plenty out of it. Like his undergraduate college tuition, or similar sponsorship. “I’m not sure what you mean.” He was perfectly aware of what Niall meant. His smile was more challenge than coyness, though his tone was guileless. “Maybe you could demonstrate?”