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[the_reapers]

He forgets, often, that Gabe can't read texts. He takes for granted that Gabe can get them read to him by an app or an onlooker.

So it's late at night, beyond midnight, when he texts, "I'm about to be arrested you down to pick me up? I got cash to bail me out at my apartment."

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[minuteofangle]

Normally that’d make Gabe tense up. He doesn’t like the thought of being watched in a way he can’t control. Here, he just moans around Austin’s dick and presses into the touch. He pulls back, giving it one last lick.

“C’mon.” He grins, nuzzling against Austin’s cock. Cradling his balls. “Come for me.”

[the_reapers]

It's the moan that gets him almost there, the encouragement--just shy of an order really--that pushes him over. He manages, but barely, to pull Gabe up closer so he comes on his neck and chest and not on his face and hair.

[minuteofangle]

There’s something deeply satisfying about making a man come when you tell him to. Gabe grins, leaning in close, and cups a hand to Austin’s jaw to kiss him hard. “Good,” he murmurs, low and pleased.

[the_reapers]

It's a solid kiss and it feels real and he deepens it just to enjoy the sensation of it.

Then he rolls them over. "My turn?"

[minuteofangle]

Gabe huffs, oddly charmed by the feeling of this man over him. Austin’s weight pressing him into the mattress. Sometimes he can’t stand that. This is one of the times where it feels like it contains him.

“Mhmm,” he agrees, and lifts his hips to work his pants down. “You can be rough with me.”

[the_reapers]

He helps get them down, just enough. He settles between Gabe's legs, bites Gabe's inner thigh affectionately.

[minuteofangle]

There’s something oddly charming about that. Gabe huffs, running his fingers through Austin hair even as he groans at the sting of teeth. “Good,” he murmurs. “Make me feel it.”

Sometimes it’s nice just to go empty.

[the_reapers]

He slips a finger in, carefully, hesitates. "Is this okay?"

[minuteofangle]

“Fuck…”

It aches. Gabe tilts his head back, throat working as he nods. He wants it rougher tonight, he thinks. To clear his head. Let him float through the sensation. It drags a little without lube but that’s okay.

“Go on,” he murmurs, spreading his legs further.

[the_reapers]

"That's hot," he chuckles, watching Gabe's face as he inserts another finger. "Feel good?"

[minuteofangle]

“Haaa…”

One hand clenches in the sheets, the other curling tight around Austin’s arm. Gabe nods, rocking into it.

“Feels good,” he agrees. Everything’s floating tonight. “Keep going. Make me yell.”

[the_reapers]

He curls his fingers a little, experimenting, but then slides his fingers back and presses them back in, then faster, trying to do exactly like Gabe says.

[minuteofangle]

It takes a moment to get the right angle, the one that makes him twitch and gasp, jerking under Austin. “There,” he manages, holding tighter to Austin’s arm. “Do it like you’re fucking me.”

[the_reapers]

Oh that he can do. He braces himself up on an elbow, freeing his other arm up. He's relentless, once he finds a rhythm.

[minuteofangle]

Oh, goddamn. Gabe jerks and whines, tightening his grip on Austin's arm and shuddering under him. Pressing into it almost desperately, wanting sensation. That roughness, the heat that coils through his spine. He doesn't try to jerk himself off but his free hand goes to his chest, tweaking a nipple. "Like, fuck, like that," he hisses.

[the_reapers]

He curls up over Gabe, using the position to increase the tempo. "You're not screaming for me yet, c'mon, you like this yeah? How about this?" fucking him harder with his hand.

[minuteofangle]

That has him crying out, holding tight to Austin’s arm even as Gabe’s feet churn against the mattress. He wants desperately to come but he won’t try to touch himself, wants to drag it out. “Bite me,” he hisses.

[the_reapers]

Faster, he's determined. He bites Gabe's chest, the closest thing he can reach with their positioning, and it will leave a bruise in the shape of his teeth.

[minuteofangle]

Oh, fuck. Gabe cries out louder, grabbing tight at Austin's shoulders. Almost clinging to him. It's a lot, suddenly, and he nearly sobs at the intensity of it. Everything churning in him. "Like that, just, mhmfuck, just like that..."

He comes gasping.

[the_reapers]

He fucks him through it, only taking his hand back when Gabe starts to catch his breath. "That was pretty hot," he chuckles, bumping his head against Gabe's cheek.

[minuteofangle]

"Shit..."

Gabe huffs at that, shifting to nuzzle against Austin. Everything feels sweet like honey, the seconds stretched out. Goddamn beautiful.

"Damn right it was."

[the_reapers]

"I was wondering what it'd be like," to get Gabe off. He slings his arm around Gabe's waist. "So you like my dick ring, huh?"

[minuteofangle]

Gabe just huffs and shifts to rest his head against Austin's chest. Curling into him. It feels nice and he wants to, so he does. "Mhmm. Oh, yeah. Was fun when I was blowing you."

[the_reapers]

"I'm glad you like it. When I tell girls I got it in Afghanistan they're not as impressed as they are with the scars." But Austin won't talk about those without being very drunk.

[minuteofangle]

"Did you?" Gabe drawls, smoothing his palm over Austin's chest.