[ That little coyote yelp makes Daryl throb inside him and he brings a knee forward on the ground to drive into him harder, all thoughts except making this last and forcing Gabe to make that sound again fleeing from his head. He's broken into a sweat and he tosses his hair out of his eyes, groaning at the slick back-and-forth drag of his chest against Gabe's back, but it's nothing compared to being buried in him.
Daryl rolls his hips all the way forward and ruts him into the ground, though when he feels that little nudge against his arm, he slides it under Gabe's forehead to cushion him under Daryl's own brutal pace, nearly cradling him against the ground as he fucks him.
It might be fast and rough in a way that plenty of others can't sustain, but Daryl has a lifetime of stamina on his side that's been augmented by whatever dose he got slipped. It seems like he can't stop, even when he realizes what he wants - to see Gabe's face as he cracks and makes those desperate noises - so he grabs him by the back of the neck to turn his head against the ground and hold him there like that, by the throat, perhaps a little too tightly. ]
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Daryl rolls his hips all the way forward and ruts him into the ground, though when he feels that little nudge against his arm, he slides it under Gabe's forehead to cushion him under Daryl's own brutal pace, nearly cradling him against the ground as he fucks him.
It might be fast and rough in a way that plenty of others can't sustain, but Daryl has a lifetime of stamina on his side that's been augmented by whatever dose he got slipped. It seems like he can't stop, even when he realizes what he wants - to see Gabe's face as he cracks and makes those desperate noises - so he grabs him by the back of the neck to turn his head against the ground and hold him there like that, by the throat, perhaps a little too tightly. ]