[ There's a hint of sharpness this time, that edge of teeth. Gabe's breath hitches but he doesn't jerk away or try to hit Daryl for it. There's a thrill in that, like there always is. In proving that he can take it.
Gabe hums, his eyes half-lidded, and reaches back to put his hand on Daryl's thigh. Curling it there. The man feels solid and warm pressed against him and that's good, comforting. Seems like this is happening. It's not what he anticipated when this started, but he takes pleasure where he finds it. It's rare in his world, in his life. It ought to be taken when it comes. But there are questions, still. ]
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Gabe hums, his eyes half-lidded, and reaches back to put his hand on Daryl's thigh. Curling it there. The man feels solid and warm pressed against him and that's good, comforting. Seems like this is happening. It's not what he anticipated when this started, but he takes pleasure where he finds it. It's rare in his world, in his life. It ought to be taken when it comes. But there are questions, still. ]
You sure? You're dosed.