Gabe's smile only grew as Drake replied to him so sweetly. The naughty rocking of his hips against the mirror told the angel just how badly the man needed this right now. He is only too happy to oblige. To spend some real time with his mate and why the hell not get his rocks off too? Ideal situation really.<br/><br/>"Oh I think I need to. Little sluts like you require proper correction don't they? I know you want to be my good boy Drake. You do want that, don't you? Tell me you want to be my good boy." He coos. It was like slipping into an old glove, remembering this role and how much he enjoyed it. Gabe had always naturally taken control in the bedroom. It was simply apart of him.<br/><br/>He yanks Drake forward by his hair and has a seat, a chair appearing behind him. He bent Drake over his knees with ease, the angel so much stronger than his robed figure let on. Compared to Abbaddon, Gabe looked thin, but Drake hasn't seen the angel show more than a collarbone yet. "Put your hands behind your back." He commands, his tone brokering no argument.<br/><br/>He takes the dildo and shoves it all the way inside Drake, as deep as possible, until only the suction cup was sticking out. Then he slapped the man's backside hard, both cheeks at once. "Count for me." He demands, though he doesn't tell his sub how many. Normally he would have a talk first but for this session he will just take it slow and careful.