It was no simple achievement, a man of Niall's stature squeezing himself beneath a table. Settling there between Gabriel's legs, Niall found himself with hardly an inch to move in any direction. Still, with his arms draped over Gabriel's thighs and his head bowed low, Niall took his time with it. He tugged Gabriel's belt loose with a delicate touch, as if untying the bow on a gift. Then he unwrapped the gift itself, freeing Gabriel's cock from its confines and taking it between his fingers.

"Oh," he breathed, his awe unrestrained. It was a cock as beautiful as its owner, he could see even in the dim light. "What a lucky bastard am I. You're worth the pain in the neck I'll have tomorrow."

Then he stopped talking and put his mouth to better use, wrapping his lips around the thick head of Gabriel's cock.