[ He doesn't know if Gabe means that it's easy, or that Mal's a fast learner. But he knows he is, and he grins, eager for praise.
His neck's going to be a mess of marks and bruises tomorrow, but it never occurs to him to care. Instead he bends down to suck a mark of his own into Gabe's neck, going slow, letting himself think and imagine. Decide what he wants most. ]
On your back.
[ That'll work, right? And he'll still be able to see Gabe's face, to hear him, to reach and touch him all over. He pulls back a little, already putting his hands on Gabe's shoulders to gently push him down. ]
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His neck's going to be a mess of marks and bruises tomorrow, but it never occurs to him to care. Instead he bends down to suck a mark of his own into Gabe's neck, going slow, letting himself think and imagine. Decide what he wants most. ]
On your back.
[ That'll work, right? And he'll still be able to see Gabe's face, to hear him, to reach and touch him all over. He pulls back a little, already putting his hands on Gabe's shoulders to gently push him down. ]
Yeah?