[ This would be the place where an enemy would wreck him. Gabe closes his eyes - an old reflex - but he doesn't flinch. He knew before he moved that Daryl wouldn't hurt him like this. It's gentle. So is what follows.
Gabe hums into the kiss, going up on his toes to deepen it. Pressing close. ]
no subject
Gabe hums into the kiss, going up on his toes to deepen it. Pressing close. ]
Good.
[ He squeezes the back of Daryl's neck. ]
Think I need it to matter.