[ Mal wraps an arm around his back, pulling him in close, and tilts his head back with a moan. Oh yeah. Keeping Gabe's mouth free for other things had definitely been the right choice.
But his hands are even better. The oil's heated up just from his touch, whether from hell magic or just because they're both that warm right now. Mal, for one, still feels like his skin is thrumming with fire, with the overwhelming need just for skin-to-skin contact. He shudders, arching forward, when Gabe wraps a firm hand around his cock and strokes up, but there's no urgency in it. For all that he'd worried about this ending too quickly, he feels like he could stay like this, Gabe touching him slow and deliberate, forever. ]
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But his hands are even better. The oil's heated up just from his touch, whether from hell magic or just because they're both that warm right now. Mal, for one, still feels like his skin is thrumming with fire, with the overwhelming need just for skin-to-skin contact. He shudders, arching forward, when Gabe wraps a firm hand around his cock and strokes up, but there's no urgency in it. For all that he'd worried about this ending too quickly, he feels like he could stay like this, Gabe touching him slow and deliberate, forever. ]