How did Gabriel expect Lindsey to maintain any ability to follow what Gabriel said with how the angel's mouth wrought devastation upon him with each prod and lick and suck. Lindsey was writhing and trying to buck as each of the archangel's words dropped upon him like weights to drag him down into the abyss of utter mindlessness. He whined, and when that got him no results, despite how it ran counter to that strong sense of pride Gabriel noted, Lindsey began to beg.

"P-please," he squeezed out, surrendering his pride in exchange for a trust in Gabriel that the angel would do as he promised. "I need you to fuck me... I need come. Let me come."