[ The pace is punishing, a staccato rhythm that never falters or slows. On and on it goes, Daryl fucking him into the ground while Gabe jerks and shudders under him. Unable to move, to get away, to do anything but take it. He makes small noises, unable to hold them back, and unable to catch his breath.
Then there’s a hand on his throat, pressing his cheek into the ground, and Gabe jerks again. He cries out and feels those same calluses against his throat, constricting his air. It hurts and it rides that edge up, up, up, and he can’t do a damn thing but take it.
The world spins around him. Nothing exists but this moment and that warm curl of pleasure building higher and higher. It takes him by surprise when he comes, a sudden drop as he yowls and tenses up.
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Then there’s a hand on his throat, pressing his cheek into the ground, and Gabe jerks again. He cries out and feels those same calluses against his throat, constricting his air. It hurts and it rides that edge up, up, up, and he can’t do a damn thing but take it.
The world spins around him. Nothing exists but this moment and that warm curl of pleasure building higher and higher. It takes him by surprise when he comes, a sudden drop as he yowls and tenses up.
Oh. Fuck. ]