[ Daryl doesn’t have to be told twice. He’s already curious and when Gabe takes him by the wrist and guides him, Daryl reaches down to palm the front of his pants and squeeze, though not as hard as he’s been doing elsewhere. He’s not sure which side he’s dressing on but his hands are big enough that it doesn’t matter - when he finds his cock heat spikes through Daryl, the realization that he can tell without ambiguity that Gabe likes this something he’d failed to consider. ]
Yeah.
[ It’s a low, rumbling agreement, directly against his ear, tense with excitement even though he has no idea what exactly he’s agreeing with. He doesn’t have a great idea of what to do, but as his hand rubs persistently at Gabe’s dick, the other fumbles with his belt buckle because Daryl can smell the other’s arousal and suddenly any layer of clothes between his hands and Gabe is unacceptable. ]
Take ‘em off.
[ It’s a tight space; easier to ask him to than to flip him over and do it himself - for now. ]
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Yeah.
[ It’s a low, rumbling agreement, directly against his ear, tense with excitement even though he has no idea what exactly he’s agreeing with. He doesn’t have a great idea of what to do, but as his hand rubs persistently at Gabe’s dick, the other fumbles with his belt buckle because Daryl can smell the other’s arousal and suddenly any layer of clothes between his hands and Gabe is unacceptable. ]
Take ‘em off.
[ It’s a tight space; easier to ask him to than to flip him over and do it himself - for now. ]