[ Oh, fuck. Fuck. Gabe groans, digging his nails into the ground. Listening to dirt scraping and his own ragged breathing, the wet noises as Daryl licks into him and then, when he decides it's time, sucks. It's deliberate, all of it. No hesitation at all.
Goddamn it all. There's nothing hotter than a man who commits. Gabe falls to soft curses, swinging between English and Spanish and a bit of Bengali - not like his fluent or anything, but you pick up things running in the crowds he runs in, cursing especially - and doesn't bother trying to slow down his breathing or control himself, play it off like he's not trembling.
It feels good. And things have been rough lately, the sort of nonsense his head's gotten twisted up on. And now he has this and it's simple. There's a relief in that. To let himself go, and feel. Between the friction he can get rubbing himself against the ground - that roughness, that bit of bite - and the goddamn revelation of what Daryl's doing with his mouth, yeah.
This is good. And Gabe laughs a little just for the joy of it, his head bowed. ]
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Goddamn it all. There's nothing hotter than a man who commits. Gabe falls to soft curses, swinging between English and Spanish and a bit of Bengali - not like his fluent or anything, but you pick up things running in the crowds he runs in, cursing especially - and doesn't bother trying to slow down his breathing or control himself, play it off like he's not trembling.
It feels good. And things have been rough lately, the sort of nonsense his head's gotten twisted up on. And now he has this and it's simple. There's a relief in that. To let himself go, and feel. Between the friction he can get rubbing himself against the ground - that roughness, that bit of bite - and the goddamn revelation of what Daryl's doing with his mouth, yeah.
This is good. And Gabe laughs a little just for the joy of it, his head bowed. ]