#unconquer

gabe vc: tanks ��

no im here to haunt you

   It’s a light laugh that escapes against his lover’s lips, almost a giggle in cadence. ❝ It seems like you tickle me on purpose sometimes. ❞ That facial hair brushes against his flesh just the right ( or wrong ) way on occasion and he’s certain Gabriel knows it, uses it against him. He lifts hands to the other man’s shoulders as if to push him away, but instead curls fingers into the fabric to hold him closer, stealing another kiss in the process.

   The surprised grunt that escapes him is not a sound he’s proud of, and he grips the fabric over the other man’s back hard for some sense of stability. It is not often he is carried, what with so few people strong enough to lift him, and he is not certain he’s not about to come crashing to the floor. ❝ I need some warning next time you’re gonna sweep me off my feet, Prince Charming. ❞

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