[ Gabe just hums, tipping his head back to let this play out. Daryl's strong in the way good fighters tend to be. Moves deliberately and without much flash. Everything controlled and steady. It contrasts well with the press of Daryl's mouth against his neck, the wetness of it. He thinks most people would have bitten him by now. Drawn blood instead of just leaving marks.
Funny, that. Gabe's breath hitches again at the feel of Daryl's hand on his stomach, the tease of it. He tips his head back to rest it against Daryl's shoulder and huffs, low and satisfied. ]
You wanna fuck me?
[ He's down with that, Gabe realizes. Wasn't the plan, but Daryl feels good like this. And why shouldn't they take the good things when they come in a place like this? ]
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Funny, that. Gabe's breath hitches again at the feel of Daryl's hand on his stomach, the tease of it. He tips his head back to rest it against Daryl's shoulder and huffs, low and satisfied. ]
You wanna fuck me?
[ He's down with that, Gabe realizes. Wasn't the plan, but Daryl feels good like this. And why shouldn't they take the good things when they come in a place like this? ]