The new angle helped them both, and Gabriel had to muffle a cry against Jack's shoulder as claws dug in against his back, arm wrapped around him easily. "Keep going-" There was a touch of desperation in his voice, squeezing his own cocks together as he stroked and worked them. Even arching so that Jack's thumb did a little more than just rub.

Was putting his mouth to work, sucking and kissing skin, and at least every mark he left would be easily hidden under clothing until fading away naturally. Had to do something, and so it was this.