[ Sometimes, in the calmer moments, Gabe thinks there’s something wrong with him in the way he responds when things get rough. How sometimes - most of the time - sex feels better or maybe just easier when it’s a fight. Something that leaves bruises, something that draws blood - a moment he can win, or at the very least avoid losing.
He jerks at the sharpness but doesn’t hiss or pull away. That’ll leave a mark, he thinks, and the knowledge coils deep in his chest.
Good.
Gabe bares his teeth at nothing, his head bowed. He’s so hard it hurts. And now it’s got an edge he knows, that he’s always known. ]
You feel fucking amazing.
[ His voice is low, rough. Satisfaction running through. ]
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He jerks at the sharpness but doesn’t hiss or pull away. That’ll leave a mark, he thinks, and the knowledge coils deep in his chest.
Good.
Gabe bares his teeth at nothing, his head bowed. He’s so hard it hurts. And now it’s got an edge he knows, that he’s always known. ]
You feel fucking amazing.
[ His voice is low, rough. Satisfaction running through. ]
C’mon. I won’t break.