[ He likes that touch and his quad flexes on instinct under Gabe's hand. Even though he's hovering around fifty (even Daryl can't be completely sure how old he is after the blending of the years), his life has always kept him muscled and hard. There's no give under Gabe's grip and he kisses his throat where he'd bit it, using too much tongue to do so. ]
Feels right to me.
[ Which should be enough all on its own to alert him that something is very wrong, but right now all he can do is appreciate the closeness. He hasn't realized how much he'd missed being like this with someone. Never quite like this, it's true - Daryl has never before been the aggressor nor has he ever been with a man - but nothing feels off about this now. At least not in a way he can grasp.
Instead of returning the question, Daryl just slides an arm about Gabe and places his hand flat on his stomach, fingers curling under the hem of his shirt to see if he'll be stopped. ]
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Feels right to me.
[ Which should be enough all on its own to alert him that something is very wrong, but right now all he can do is appreciate the closeness. He hasn't realized how much he'd missed being like this with someone. Never quite like this, it's true - Daryl has never before been the aggressor nor has he ever been with a man - but nothing feels off about this now. At least not in a way he can grasp.
Instead of returning the question, Daryl just slides an arm about Gabe and places his hand flat on his stomach, fingers curling under the hem of his shirt to see if he'll be stopped. ]