It's okay. He's not nearly as fragile as he looks. And that response, instinctive as it is, is just the sort of thing Dal's looking for. It's a sign that he's doing something right. Now more than ever he wants more of those indicators from Gabriel. He wants to so as much to do everything right. If not now, in the future — after they've had more time to get to know each other in this way. Thankfully, Dal's good at reading these kinds of signals. Half or more of his clients were one-and-done deals. He didn't have the luxury of getting to time to learn what turned someone on. It truly is a luxury now with Gabriel!

His eyes move along Gabriel's body (he really is such a beautiful man! Gabriel, please don't be surprised if you find a few tasteful nude drawings in Dal's sketchbook, okay?). They really drink him in. Yes, he's seen this before, but never in this specific context. This specific context makes it seems new. Down they travel until they meet his hand lazily stroking Gabriel, just enough to keep his interest up. His tongue darts over his lips. It's never been such an erotic sight before...

Dal leans in, leaning on his other hand, so he can press a soft kiss to Gabriel's lips. Soft, but slowly growing in intensity. Kissing isn't something he was often allowed (it made sense to him. Who wants to kiss a guy when you have no idea where his mouth was even minutes before?). Gabriel's probably figured out by now that Dal enjoys kissing a lot. Once they break away, Dal continues on, trailing his lips over the scratchy hair along his jaw to that soft place just underneath. He presses a warm kiss there and moves on, down the side of his boyfriend's throat, along his collar bone, pausing to dip his tongue into the hollow between them.