[ Given that he isn't wearing anything besides the jeans crumpled around his knees that he hasn't yet tugged up, that little offer of warmth and contact from Gabe feels like a lot and Daryl settles against him, resting his whiskered chin in the crook of his neck so he can breathe in his scent. He thinks about the question, trying to grasp onto the words with the parts of his mind that can translate them into meaning, but it's hard. ]
I wanna lick you clean, so... [ He shakes his head slightly, still more of a nuzzle than anything else. ] Don't think so, no.
[ At least he's managing to stop his own impulses there, perhaps a sign that his dose is indeed starting to fade. ]
You okay? [ His nose nudges against Gabe's ear for emphasis. ]
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I wanna lick you clean, so... [ He shakes his head slightly, still more of a nuzzle than anything else. ] Don't think so, no.
[ At least he's managing to stop his own impulses there, perhaps a sign that his dose is indeed starting to fade. ]
You okay? [ His nose nudges against Gabe's ear for emphasis. ]