[ Mal smiles, his lips curving up under Gabe's thumb. He presses his cheek into the hand at his jaw for a second, not quite a nuzzle, and then grasps Gabe's waistband, pulling his pants and underthings off and away in one smooth movement.
That's more like it. And he's not feeling shy at all, even with both of them now totally bared, not with whatever's in the air thrumming through his body, making him want. He rolls back on top of Gabe, easy, just pressing their bodies together for now. Just feeling the heat of him. All that skin, finally, with nothing between them.
He rests his hands on Gabe's waist, skimming up and down his torso, and leans in for another kiss. ]
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That's more like it. And he's not feeling shy at all, even with both of them now totally bared, not with whatever's in the air thrumming through his body, making him want. He rolls back on top of Gabe, easy, just pressing their bodies together for now. Just feeling the heat of him. All that skin, finally, with nothing between them.
He rests his hands on Gabe's waist, skimming up and down his torso, and leans in for another kiss. ]