Gabe bites off a groan, bowing his head again. It feels good, the drag of nails through his hair. Against his skull, but not the ports in his neck. Not this time.
Like before, it doesn't draw blood. He thinks of riptides, about being sucked under to drown. Water forced into his lungs. And he thinks about going on a drop for a job, that moment of freedom in the air. Live or die, the choice has already been made. Might as well enjoy the ride. And it feels good to be held, to surrender in small ways. Even to make it slow. And maybe it's not like drowning at all.
Hah. This is insane.
Gabe works his hips, finding a steady rhythm. A little harder, a little faster, but not the bruising pace they usually go for whenever they end up colliding with each other. This is different. He's not certain he'll remember it fondly when it's done, but here they are.
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Like before, it doesn't draw blood. He thinks of riptides, about being sucked under to drown. Water forced into his lungs. And he thinks about going on a drop for a job, that moment of freedom in the air. Live or die, the choice has already been made. Might as well enjoy the ride. And it feels good to be held, to surrender in small ways. Even to make it slow. And maybe it's not like drowning at all.
Hah. This is insane.
Gabe works his hips, finding a steady rhythm. A little harder, a little faster, but not the bruising pace they usually go for whenever they end up colliding with each other. This is different. He's not certain he'll remember it fondly when it's done, but here they are.
Here they fucking are.