[ Gabe hums, pressing back against Daryl. Chasing the feeling. ]
You feel good.
[ The way his calluses catch against Gabe's scars. The strength in his arms, how he moves. Even how the cooler air feels against his skin. Gabe squeezes at Daryl's thigh again, encouraging. ]
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You feel good.
[ The way his calluses catch against Gabe's scars. The strength in his arms, how he moves. Even how the cooler air feels against his skin. Gabe squeezes at Daryl's thigh again, encouraging. ]
You gonna mess me up?