[ That's a dangerous promise right there. Gabe hisses as he pulls back, nipping at James's mouth. That little piece of sharpness, so this won't turn into something tender. He doesn't think he could bear that right now. Not in this aftermath.
Gabe presses his forehead to James's, grinding against him. ]
no subject
Gabe presses his forehead to James's, grinding against him. ]
Where's the exit?
[ He's not doing this with an audience. ]