[ It's slower than Gabe usually cares for, but there's a thrill in being made to wait too. In letting things play out, the give and take of it. He rests his head on Daryl's shoulder and lets himself ride the wave, one hand on Daryl's arm to anchor himself. He wants that these days, Gabe's come to realize. A way to keep himself centered even when his tech works perfectly. He closes his eyes and makes small sounds, jerking his hips. And he doesn't fight it when Daryl's arm presses against his throat.
Hah. That's how it's going, huh?
Gabe huffs, his laughter low and soft. But pleased, in the end. Now there's an edge, something he recognizes. Daryl hasn't cut his air off, but he could. And that's part of the game. Finding that edge. Riding it. And oh, oh, that's good - the added bit of slick to aid the glide. Even the way he can't really move, can't do anything except feel it.
He tightens his grip on Daryl's arm and just grins, his breath hitching.
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Hah. That's how it's going, huh?
Gabe huffs, his laughter low and soft. But pleased, in the end. Now there's an edge, something he recognizes. Daryl hasn't cut his air off, but he could. And that's part of the game. Finding that edge. Riding it. And oh, oh, that's good - the added bit of slick to aid the glide. Even the way he can't really move, can't do anything except feel it.
He tightens his grip on Daryl's arm and just grins, his breath hitching.
Yeah. This is good. ]