[video]

[onlyhomemade]

[The feed is a little shaky as Gabriel walks.]

Well, well, look what I finally found.

[He pauses to pan the camera around the Music Room. But he's not giving away any clue as to where it ended up this time. He'll turn the camera on himself, flashing pearly whites in an almost overly friendly grin.]

And aren't you in for a treat. [His other hand brings up a Trumpet, fingers pressing on the valve buttons as they make little clicks.]

See you in a bit Wonderland.

[The feed goes off and when it turns on again he'll be setting the device on a surface before backing off. He sits in a large, comfy armchair in his room. The lighting is low, casting shadows by candle-light, but that's how he likes it, that's how it was back home.]

I'm sure those of you unfamiliar with the various stories of me aren't aware I even know how to play. And I thought in light of recent events I could ... share my talent. Since I don't really sing, I thought I could play for you instead.

[He settles into a comfortable position with a brisk clearing of his throat. He licks his lips, flashing a quick glance to the camera before lifting the instrument to his mouth. With a deep breath he closes his eyes and breathes into it to start playing a swinging blues tune. It's not every day you get to hear the Archangel Gabriel blowing his horn without it signalling something huge, so enjoy it.]

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[first_demon]

[She is surprised by his ferocity and power, her lips trying to keep up with his pace and intensity. She tightened her grip on his shoulder, nails digging into his skin as she pushes into him. Her body arching and opening for him.

Hands pull at his clothes, tearing at it to feel him more freely. The hum returned as a song shared between them, a need reciprocated as fiercely as his own.]

Warnings for mature things, 18 + only

[onlyhomemade]

[As her fingers grip and pull at him his hips begin to rock against her, his utter need hard to ignore as it presses against his leather pants. He moans softly into their kiss, tongues entwining and he slips his hand up her ribs to cup a breast firmly in his grip. He massages her, rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger to make her hard enough to cut diamond.

He'll break the kiss to find her throat again, humming lowly once more with his hunger, voice vibrating against her skin and fingers kneading into her flesh with his want. He lets her tear his clothing open to get to heated skin before finally just tipping them over and into the grass. He'll then rip at her as well, getting her blouse open or shirt off, quickly pushing her bra aside and burrowing his face into her breasts, tongue and lips abusing the opposite nipple.]

[first_demon]

[He's aggressive in his demands, something she didn't expect from an angel, but widely appreciative of. She moans loudly as he teases her breasts, sinking down to the ground with him. Legs wrap about his waist and teeth descend, tugging at his lower lip. But when his mouth moves away, her hands roam over his back, sscratchiking lightly at where the base of his wings is.

Her hips rock up to meet his, a free hand slipping between them grasping at his straining member. She tugs at him, setting a rhythym between her scratches and the strokes for his excitement. Eyes turn white as she looks down at him, pleased with his style and want.]