[ Mal's hardly inexperienced. He's been getting attention from girls ever since his growth spurt, ever since he'd started to have any real interest in them in return. And he'd learned a lot, in the army.
But he's never done anything quite like this. Not just with a man. With someone older, more experienced. Things are different with Rodriguez. Not better, just different.
He keeps one arm wrapped tight around Gabe's back, his other hand wrapping aound his waist, then dragging up his side until he slides it around his back, pulling him in close with both hands. Gabe's good. Starting off slow, then slowly ramping up until Mal's rocking against him with every stroke. Not quite hard or fast enough to finish him off. Just on the edge.
As for Mal, he's just trying to hold out as best he can. He'd said he'd had stamina and he's eager to prove it. Besides, he's not ready for this to be done yet. Not nearly. But the deep breaths he's trying to take are starting to stutter, the occasional tiny gasp as he bites back a whimper. When Gabe checks in, there's a pause, and then a jerky nod. It takes him another second to force out an answer. ]
Y-yeah.
[ He squeezes Gabe a little closer, letting his nails drag down his back. ]
Yeah, 's - 's fuckin good.
[ The words are said in a rush, as though he's fighting to get them out before he loses the ability to speak again. ]
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But he's never done anything quite like this. Not just with a man. With someone older, more experienced. Things are different with Rodriguez. Not better, just different.
He keeps one arm wrapped tight around Gabe's back, his other hand wrapping aound his waist, then dragging up his side until he slides it around his back, pulling him in close with both hands. Gabe's good. Starting off slow, then slowly ramping up until Mal's rocking against him with every stroke. Not quite hard or fast enough to finish him off. Just on the edge.
As for Mal, he's just trying to hold out as best he can. He'd said he'd had stamina and he's eager to prove it. Besides, he's not ready for this to be done yet. Not nearly. But the deep breaths he's trying to take are starting to stutter, the occasional tiny gasp as he bites back a whimper. When Gabe checks in, there's a pause, and then a jerky nod. It takes him another second to force out an answer. ]
Y-yeah.
[ He squeezes Gabe a little closer, letting his nails drag down his back. ]
Yeah, 's - 's fuckin good.
[ The words are said in a rush, as though he's fighting to get them out before he loses the ability to speak again. ]