[ Mal's pulse is thundering under Gabe's thumb. He stays carefully still as Gabe trails his hand up to his neck. He's afraid to move and risk him drawing back, eager to soak up every second of contact he can get.
But at the implied request, he moves. Leans forward to untie and kick off his boots, takes off his pants as quick as he can manage - it takes forever, one button after another, and he feels a quick surge of jealousy for Gabe and how fast he'd been able to lose his own pants.
But finally, it's done. He kicks aside the rest of his clothes and climbs back over to Gabe, curling his fingers around his waistband to drag his pants down the rest of the way and glancing up to meet his eyes, eyebrows lifted in a silent request for permission. ]
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But at the implied request, he moves. Leans forward to untie and kick off his boots, takes off his pants as quick as he can manage - it takes forever, one button after another, and he feels a quick surge of jealousy for Gabe and how fast he'd been able to lose his own pants.
But finally, it's done. He kicks aside the rest of his clothes and climbs back over to Gabe, curling his fingers around his waistband to drag his pants down the rest of the way and glancing up to meet his eyes, eyebrows lifted in a silent request for permission. ]