As much as Gabriel liked hearing Niall's rumbling Irish brogue, he also thought that this was a much better use of that mouth. Those lips. Gabriel grinned as he watched, riding the little thrills of adrenaline and desire that he felt when he looked at Niall.

He felt worshiped like this, and what a gift that was from a beautiful young trickster.

Eyes low-lidded and lips curved in a contented grin, Gabriel curled his fingers around Niall's jaw and brushed his thumb along the line of Niall's cheekbone. He liked feeling the way it moved beneath his hand, as Niall worked to please him even despite the inconvenience of their current circumstances.

"Fuck," he breathed, biting down on his lip to keep back a laugh--or a moan. He wasn't quite sure which one would come out, if he let it. "I could listen to that voice of yours all day. But I do think I prefer this use of your mouth."

He rolled his hips forward, taking more, because polite blowjob etiquette wasn't half as interesting as challenging Niall to see what would happen.