[ Daryl's enhanced senses leave little room for miscommunication about whether Gabe is enjoying it, and that helps a lot. The sounds and smells are driving him wild, the little gasps and the scent of arousal and the first pricks of sweat are winding Daryl up until he has to have more. Rubbing himself against the small of the guy's back from behind is just driving him crazier.
In his past relationship, oral was something he could handle because it meant pleasing her without having to think about the favor being returned - without having to think about his own body being in play. He wants to devour Gabe now, but the different anatomy is making him hesitate. The human part of Daryl doesn't want to embarrass himself.
So he just listens to his other instincts and uses his grip on Gabe to press him, rather suddenly, face down into the ground. ]
Don't move.
[ He lets go of him to sit up, but only so he can wrestle Gabe's pants the rest of the way off his ankles and immediately drag him onto his bare knees to spread his legs. The scent of him is so intimate that Daryl grunts out an approving sound, barely giving him a second or two to reorient before he's spreading his cheeks apart with his hands and running his tongue and whiskered chin roughly over his hole. Nothing about Daryl's technique is refined, but there's also no hint of timidity. He's claiming what he wants. ]
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In his past relationship, oral was something he could handle because it meant pleasing her without having to think about the favor being returned - without having to think about his own body being in play. He wants to devour Gabe now, but the different anatomy is making him hesitate. The human part of Daryl doesn't want to embarrass himself.
So he just listens to his other instincts and uses his grip on Gabe to press him, rather suddenly, face down into the ground. ]
Don't move.
[ He lets go of him to sit up, but only so he can wrestle Gabe's pants the rest of the way off his ankles and immediately drag him onto his bare knees to spread his legs. The scent of him is so intimate that Daryl grunts out an approving sound, barely giving him a second or two to reorient before he's spreading his cheeks apart with his hands and running his tongue and whiskered chin roughly over his hole. Nothing about Daryl's technique is refined, but there's also no hint of timidity. He's claiming what he wants. ]