Well, yeah. Gotta be a bit sore. Imagine how I feel after taking your massive dick, Irish.

Mmn. Yeah. Oh yeah. I'm more than okay. [Darryn watched Gabe's face, but as much as the man usually wore every emotion all over it, with his eyes closed it was harder to read him. He tilted his head into Gabe's hand, rubbing up against his palm as he considered.

[It was weird for Gabe to avoid looking at him.] Hey. [He said gently, stroking over Gabe's features with equal gentleness.] Where are you right now, Irish?