Fast is the last thing Dal wants. This is truly the first time he's having sex with someone because he wants to, because he's attracted to them, because he has feelings for them that he wants to deepen. That is a first for Dal. It's a first he wants to savor. He doesn't want to rush through it.

Dal stretches his arms up to aid in getting the sweater off. He doesn't even bother trying to fix his hair after the sweater tussled it. Instead, he nods. "I will," he assures. Somehow, he has a feeling he won't get too cold.

Those slim arms drape around Gabriel's neck, fingers playing at the nape. They loosen soon enough so Dal can run his hands over the back of Gabriel's shoulders, along the planes of his back. It's really a delightful surprise to feel that toned muscle just beneath his warm skin.