[ Oh, that feels good. The drag, the way Daryl doesn't hold back. Gabe doubts it's going to raise bruises - not yet, anyway - but there's a quiet relief in someone treating him like he's not made of glass. Like there's no question of his own strength, or his ability to survive.
A relief, and a thrill.
Gabe's laughter is soft. He flexes his arms just to do it, so Daryl can get a good feel. The breath tickles at the back of his neck and Gabe decides he likes that, too. The tease of it. ]
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A relief, and a thrill.
Gabe's laughter is soft. He flexes his arms just to do it, so Daryl can get a good feel. The breath tickles at the back of his neck and Gabe decides he likes that, too. The tease of it. ]
I'd let you.
[ He knows he'd like it. ]
I can take it.