[ Mal's breath catches. He tightens his grip on Gabe's hip, pulling him closer, and matches his rhythm. Speeding up a little, but not much. ]
Yeah?
[ Half his concentration is still on holding himself back, making this last as long as he can stand it. The rest is just drinking it all in. The sound Gabe makes as he lets his head fall back. The way his hand clamps around Mal's arm. How fucking good he feels, and for a fleeting moment Mal wonders if it really feels just as good for him, what it might be like if their positions were reversed. If Gabe was the one driving into him while Mal writhed and cried out underneath.
It's not entirely different than with a girl. Close enough that he can let his instincts take over, tell him what to do. But it's not quite the same, either, and his eyes stay locked on Gabe's face, watching his reaction, eager to do it right. ]
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Yeah?
[ Half his concentration is still on holding himself back, making this last as long as he can stand it. The rest is just drinking it all in. The sound Gabe makes as he lets his head fall back. The way his hand clamps around Mal's arm. How fucking good he feels, and for a fleeting moment Mal wonders if it really feels just as good for him, what it might be like if their positions were reversed. If Gabe was the one driving into him while Mal writhed and cried out underneath.
It's not entirely different than with a girl. Close enough that he can let his instincts take over, tell him what to do. But it's not quite the same, either, and his eyes stay locked on Gabe's face, watching his reaction, eager to do it right. ]
S'good?