[ He likes making Gabe swear and shiver. He likes it even more when Gabe keeps doing as he's told and keeps his hands flat on the wall. Prone. It makes Daryl want to try and see what would break him and he redoubles his efforts, dragging his rough chin across him and finally pulling away to tease him with the tip of his thumb. ]
Tell me.
[ It's only half of a command that he growls out because he's too turned on to think the sentence through. He knows exactly what's in the nightstand of the bed he's barely slept in and he reaches without looking for the drawer and for the lube he'd found there that he'd never thought he'd have occasion to use.
Now, feverish, the thought doesn't stall him like it normally would. ]
Tell me to do it.
[ He warms up the lube in his palms before reaching around and stroking Gabe a few times with a slick fist, sliding the thumb of his other hand halfway inside him at the same time. ]
no subject
Tell me.
[ It's only half of a command that he growls out because he's too turned on to think the sentence through. He knows exactly what's in the nightstand of the bed he's barely slept in and he reaches without looking for the drawer and for the lube he'd found there that he'd never thought he'd have occasion to use.
Now, feverish, the thought doesn't stall him like it normally would. ]
Tell me to do it.
[ He warms up the lube in his palms before reaching around and stroking Gabe a few times with a slick fist, sliding the thumb of his other hand halfway inside him at the same time. ]
I like it when you talk.