[ It's not much of a change. A subtle shift, but Mal can feel it, when Gabe angles his hips just that little bit and suddenly Mal's rocking into him deep, smooth as butter. He whines, fingers digging into Gabe's skin, and grinds into him, shuddering. And again. Faster now, starting to lose control. ]
Yeah.
[ There. That's it. He's gasping, breathing deep and intense, and he forces himself again to focus, to look at Gabe's face, even as he rocks into him over and over. It's a good rhythm. Shit, he wants to keep this up forever, except...he can't. Gabe had already brought him right to the edge once and now he almost regrets it, because he's getting there again far too soon. ]
What...you want?
[ Words are hard. Thinking is harder. He squeezes Gabe's hip and lets his hand slide down his thigh, then back up again. ]
Y'wanna come? You want me to - to -
[ Though neither of them may have much of a choice in what Mal does, not with how good this feels, not with how erratic his thrusts are starting to be. He cries out, cutting himself off, and bites his lip hard. Not yet. ]
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Yeah.
[ There. That's it. He's gasping, breathing deep and intense, and he forces himself again to focus, to look at Gabe's face, even as he rocks into him over and over. It's a good rhythm. Shit, he wants to keep this up forever, except...he can't. Gabe had already brought him right to the edge once and now he almost regrets it, because he's getting there again far too soon. ]
What...you want?
[ Words are hard. Thinking is harder. He squeezes Gabe's hip and lets his hand slide down his thigh, then back up again. ]
Y'wanna come? You want me to - to -
[ Though neither of them may have much of a choice in what Mal does, not with how good this feels, not with how erratic his thrusts are starting to be. He cries out, cutting himself off, and bites his lip hard. Not yet. ]