God, Gabe~ [Darryn pushed the words out through throaty, breathy moans, angling his hips to stroke himself against the bed and his hand.] Yeah, that's what I want. [He REALLY wants it and his tone is going to let Gabe know how desperate he is.]

I'll get ready for you in your chair. Get hard, stretch myself out, then bend over the desk and wait. Good enough? I mean you don't want me to call while I'm getting ready right?