[ Oh, fuck. It's always a trick finding out how to move with someone the first time. Sparring, sex, whatever; there's always that moment of uncertainty before things either click or they don't. And just like before, Daryl commits when he means to.
Gabe cries out when the angle changes, jerking and unable to hold the noise back. The rhythm doesn't let up and for a moment there's nothing he can do except take it. Been a hot second since somebody fucked him into the ground. He can feel Daryl's breath tickling against his ear, the other man's weight pressed against him. Holding him down.
Hah. Good.
He bumps his head against Daryl's arm in some vaguely fond gesture, the closest thing he can get to a coherent thought, and rocks back against him. Matching the rhythm as much as he can, pinned like this. And then the angle shifts slightly and oh.
Oh.
The sound he makes falls closer to a yelp but goddamn, goddamn that's good. He bows his head and lets himself slip into something closer to mindless. That place where nothing but the physical exists. ]
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Gabe cries out when the angle changes, jerking and unable to hold the noise back. The rhythm doesn't let up and for a moment there's nothing he can do except take it. Been a hot second since somebody fucked him into the ground. He can feel Daryl's breath tickling against his ear, the other man's weight pressed against him. Holding him down.
Hah. Good.
He bumps his head against Daryl's arm in some vaguely fond gesture, the closest thing he can get to a coherent thought, and rocks back against him. Matching the rhythm as much as he can, pinned like this. And then the angle shifts slightly and oh.
Oh.
The sound he makes falls closer to a yelp but goddamn, goddamn that's good. He bows his head and lets himself slip into something closer to mindless. That place where nothing but the physical exists. ]