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[Darryn groaned, throwing his head back so he could rub his cheek against the sheets which were at least a little cooler than him. If not cool enough to give him a clear head to answer such a fucking terrible set of questions. He closed his eyes so he didn't have to look at Gabe, chewing on his lower lip. His hands scored down Gabe's forearms to his wrists, to try and make sure there was no movements to distract him - but also to keep Gabe there.

[With a distressed whimper, he opened his eyes.] I'd cum. [He admitted, with a little grin.] And then probably again as you tied me up.

Then I'd be really, really sad.