unknownballad | ❝ Snowflakes swirl down gently ❞

"Can't be worse than mine." All these years in the US, listening to and communicating with people who are far more fluent in English than he is, and Dal still struggles to differentiate R and L sounds. His vocabulary isn't great, and, well his accent is still pretty thick. But he's learning more now with Gabriel's help.

A whole new life is in reach, all because he met Gabriel. Because Gabriel became his friend. Because Gabriel saved his life (more than once, he's sure). Because Gabriel brought him here to his house and his family. Because Gabriel understood him. Because Gabriel chose him time and time again. Because, in spite of every obstacle, Dal's sure Gabriel loves him.

He nestles closer, still holding that adorable plushie in one arm. The other he drapes over Gabriel's shoulder, letting his fingers play at the nape of his boyfriend's neck. In spite of the gesture, a shyness comes over him.

"Ya know... I was thinkin' maybe... If ya wanted..."

"Your accent is beautiful."

Relaxing at the feel of those fingers, he settled his arms around him with a smile. It was good to see Dal relaxing more with physical affection. Especially with him because it meant his boyfriend felt that he was safe, something he wanted to be for him. Always.

That shy comment though...

Gabriel tilted his head, wanting to be absolutely sure they were on the same page.

"If I wanted?"

Any hesitance Dal's shown in giving physical affection stems from his own insecurities about his past. He doesn't ever want Gabriel to think anything they share is him going through the motions. And, well, there's a not so small part of Dal that's scared. He's scared that nothing will be different once Gabriel and he get intimate.

But it has to be different, right? Because they have real feelings for each other.

"If ya wanted to, maybe we could..." He shifts just a little in Gabriel's lap. "Make tonight real special."

So Dal was talking about what he thought he was. And he understood why he was hesitating about it too. He smiled softly and nodded. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to his lips then sat back so he could properly look at him.

"If you're sure and feel ready, then I would love to make tonight more special with you."

He shifted how he was holding him. "Are there any limits you have? Things you want me to avoid?"

He opens his mouth, ready to rattle off his list, but clamps it shut just as quickly. This isn't some stranger who picked him up off the street. He doesn't have to worry about Gabriel taking advantage of the situation. He's never seen him drink or do drugs, no need to warn against there. But they haven't really ever talked about what Gabriel likes in bed so, "Um... I don't like gettin' tied up or bein' choked..." IT feels weird saying something like that Gabriel, like he's telling on himself and some of his past experiences.

"No tying you up. No choking you. Got it. I will never do either of those, you have my word."

Gabriel gave him a warm look, letting him know that he truly meant it. If those were hard limits? They would never be crossed. "May I carry you to our room?"

His eyes lower for a second, but the warmest smile spreads over his face before he looks back up. Very gently, he sets the plushie down beside them (it certainly doesn't need to see what's going to happen!) then wraps his arms securely around Gabriel's shoulders. There's a subtle shift in his body language, a bit of his shyness slipping away now that he's venturing into somewhat familiar territory.

"You don't gotta ask for that."

"I do. This is your body."

He gave him a quick kiss then shifted how he held him so he could get up. It was a little tricky but he pulled it off, standing with his love in his arms. Carrying him upstairs to their room was much easier and Gabriel set him down on the bed gently. Removing his glasses, he set those aside then moved in to kiss his boyfriend again. This time with more meaning and intent.

Gabriel's never been anything but respectful. In the most basic of ways, but also with a keen awareness that Dal hasn't always had the most autonomy. Yet it's never framed in a way to make it obvious. It's just... a very decent and basic kind of respect for Dal that includes his life experience.

Once he's on the bed, Dal scoots further on it, eyes fixed on Gabriel. Expectant, curious, more than a little eager, and just a tiny bit nervous. He leans in to meet the kiss, lifting a hand cup Gabriel's jaw. Those little affectionate gestures are important to him, to show that he's an eager participant.

Rather than have Dal be so exposed first when he was nervous about their first time together, Gabriel took that leap. Unbuttoning his shirt, he shrugged out of it and let it fall away. Between the lack of his glasses and now his shirt? He was definitely voluntarily putting himself in a more vulnerable position but Dal was well worth that in his eyes.

When the kiss broke this time, he smiled at him and reached to make sure that his boyfriend would have a pillow to rest against. Only then did he start to press kisses along his jaw and neck, fingers playing with the skin under that shirt but currently taking his time. There was no need to rush their first time together like this.

They've seen each other in various states of undress before. They've even been completely naked together (though Dal's memory of that is unclear). This feels different than any of that. There's an intent between them now that wasn't there in any of those previous experiences.

And Dal understands what Gabriel's doing. In the past, it's always been Dal who strips his clothes off for someone else, putting himself in the vulnerable position. It's always been Dal who initiates things with clients. So being able to allow Gabriel to take that role, it's a relief. It already feels less like what he used to do for a living.

Because he's frequently cold, even indoors, Dal's got a sweater on with a t-shirt underneath it. Layers always serve him well and, on the off chance that he gets warm, he can always peel one off and still be comfortable. It's also harder to be too cold when he's got Gabriel to snuggle up to. It always feels so wonderful, whether he's leaning against Gabriel or wrapped up in his arms.

Or now, with Gabriel's lips against his skin. Dal's eyes fall closed and he tips his head back to invite more of those kiss that leave his skin tingling. For his part, Dal presses his hands against Gabriel's sides, running them up from his hips, then down again. He's always so surprised how fit Gabriel is (even if it makes sense since he's an FBI agent). It doesn't show easily through his clothes.

Gabriel kissed under his chin as his fingers stroked the skin go of Dal's sides. Soft touches that were there to entice as much as they were to relax. He wasn't going to push his boyfriend faster than he was ready to go. And given the fact that it was their first time? It didn't need to be fast either.

Taking the edges of that sweater, he lifted it up but left the shirt on for the time being. He did take a moment to admire the slim frame though, smiling before giving Dal another soft kiss to his lips.

"Let me know if you get cold. We can always move under the covers together."

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.

He sighed as he felt those hands play over the skin of the back of his neck, brushing the short hairs that were there. Gabriel loved the attention as much as he loved that Dal was having an equal part in this. It felt good on a number of levels. He never wanted Dal to feel like things were being done to him ever again, after all. They were partners through and through.

Without taking that shirt off, he lifted it up so he could start to press kisses along the skin beneath, taking his time to explore it. Loving every last inch that he came across. This body had been through so much but he would make sure that it was well loved and admired from now on. In every way that he possibly could.

And when Gabriel got to his chest, he flicked his tongue over a nipple, hands trailing along Dal's sides as he did.

Dal hums softly as those kisses are pressed to his body. A few giggles slip out and he tries his best not to curl up. Surprise! Dal's actually quite ticklish!

When he imagined this moment before, Dal thought he'd be more self-conscious. He's so waifish... Gabriel isn't someone who just wants a warm body to get him off. But there's no self-consciousness to be found. Not with the way Gabriel looks at him and touches him like he's never seen anyone more lovely. And, in turn, Dal's able to react more naturally, without putting on any kind of show.

So that sharp gasp when Gabriel's tongue darts over a his nipple is very real, without any added dramatics.

That gasp told him so much. He knew that Dal had loved that and he smiled as he made sure to do it again. As he loved on that beautiful chest, his hands moved down to start helping himself out of his own pants first. Let his boyfriend have the full experience before he got him fully naked.

A groan escaped him once he was free of all his clothes. Those pants had been starting to get rather uncomfortable for sure.

Gabriel can rest assured that he's not the only one whose pants are getting a tad bit too tight in a certain place. But he's in no hurry. Well, he is and he isn't. He's eager to feel more of Gabriel's skin against his, more of those tender hands, more of those gentle kisses. More of this man is all he wants, but he doesn't want to rush it. He doesn't it want things to be over before they've even begun.

But Dal takes the opportunity to watch Gabriel undress. He's seen it before in different context, usually involving getting ready for the day or switching from work clothes into pajamas. Somehow, it's like he's never seen a man take pants off before. Dal's breath catches in his throat and he catches his lower lip with his teeth. And once Gabriel's naked? Dal moves in close for a slow, lingering kiss.

It was nice to be admired by his boyfriend honestly. He perhaps wasn't as fit as some agents but he definitely made sure to take care of himself. Besides, rock hard bodies had never really been his thing even for his own. So knowing that Dal appreciated what he was looking at? It was a nice feeling.

Naturally, he let him have that kiss that he was seeking, hands moving between them to help Dal out of his pants. For now, he'd leave that shirt on. Partially to let him have something to cling to if he needed and partially because, well, Gabriel had to admit that seeing his boyfriend only wearing a shirt was incredibly sexy. Even without his glasses on.

Once they were both without pants in the way, he lowered his hips down to let their cocks brush lightly. A gasp escaped him when he felt Dal against him before he groaned softly. It was honestly better than anything he could have hoped to imagine. Almost like a spark happening between them that felt so right.

Dal more than appreciates what he’s seeing. Gabriel’s handsome and healthy, someone worth admiring. And beyond his looks, he has a kind and loving heart. Dal still wonders how he got so lucky to capture this man’s heart.

Once he realizes what Gabriel’s handsome are up to, Dal wiggles a bit to aid in getting his pants off. He won’t complain about not being completely naked, not when Gabriel looks at him like that (yes, even without his glasses). It makes Dal flush. Has anyone ever really looked at him like that before?

Dal’s already turned on by the time Gabriel slots their hips together and he, too, sucks in a sharp breath when their cocks touch. He rolls his hips, seeking more of that delightful contact.

Gabriel loved that Dal was enjoying himself. It was perhaps better foreplay than the act of what they were doing currently. He knew what kind of life his boyfriend had lived before this, the number of times he'd likely had to fake enjoyment of this act was a reality he would never forget. Knowing that this was an act, that he could see genuine pleasure on that beautiful face?

He kissed his chin as he kept rolling their hips together. In that moment, he had something he absolutely had to say and he murmured it against Dal's lips.

"I love you. I love you so very much, Dal..."

It's not the first time Gabriel's said those words to him. That first morning he woke up in what he used to think of solely as Gabriel's house. Apparently the night before that too, but those memories never came back to him. He's never been able to be sad about missing that first. How could he be when Gabriel gave that first to him again? Ah, but hearing them now, in a heated moment like this? It hits differently. Sends a shiver running though him that has nothing to do with what their bodies are doing.

Though, what their bodies are doing does prompt him to drape his arms around Gabriel's neck, to sigh softly, to arch up beneath him for more contact. Not every person Dal's ever slept with selfishly ignored his needs, but the vast majority did. So this kind of attention? This kind of attention coming from someone who occupies so much of his heart? It's so intense! It's almost hard to remember to breathe!

"I love you," he pants out. There's no uncertainty this time. No qualifiers like 'I think' or 'maybe.' No, Dal's sure of it. He's sure he wouldn't be in this bed with this man if he didn't feel that way. He's certain.

Hearing those words and knowing that Dal didn't have any hesitations behind them made them so special. Gabriel smiled against his lips and kissed him as he shifted them to allow his hand to reach between their bodies. So he could stroke both of them at once. It pulled another groan from me as he kept the pace slow, not wanting to push either of them over that edge too fast.

"May I prepare you?"

He knew what they were in this bed for, he knew what Dal had asked for. However, it was important to him that his boyfriend know that if this was all that he wanted then Gabriel wouldn't push further. He was more than happy to have this be where it went. No more needing to live a life where he had to give up so much of who he was for the pleasures of others.

Gabriel wanted to be the one to give him every pleasure if he could.

Early in their relationship, Dal wasn't sure. He knew he liked Gabriel in way that was more than platonic. He knew he wad fond of him. But the longer they knew each other, the more he realized how much he lacked in his life. Gabriel's warmth, his caring, his respect were all things Dal had precious little of prior to meeting him. And they're all things that made him realize the depth of his affection for Gabriel. It isn't just that Gabriel treats him well. All those things from someone else would be appreciated, but they wouldn't endear Dal to them like he is to Gabriel.

Now is hardly the time to get lost in his thoughts, though. No, instead he can let himself get lost in this experience with Gabriel, the man he loves. The man he wants. Now that's something he's sure he hasn't felt in a very long time.

The addition of Gabriel's hand around his cock, the gentle application of pressure while he strokes them together pulls a soft, quavering moan from Dal. Is he being too eager if he says yes immediately? Because, oh, yes, he wants more than just this. But...

He peers up at Gabriel through heavy-lidded eyes and nods. But...

"Yeah.... but not yet. Can I... Is it okay if I can touch you for a little first?"

Given what they were currently doing, the question was actually sweetly innocent. It made Gabriel gaze so warmly down at his boyfriend. Oh he was sure that Dal could be sensual if he wanted to be because he'd been a popular pick on the streets. But the fact that he could act like this when they were alone? Want to know what was alright with him in return?

He kissed him lightly and nodded.

"Yes. If you want me in another position, I can move too. Anything you want." As long as it was within his power, he planned to always grant it. Dal deserved that in his life.

Dal could do sensual. He could do sexy, naughty, innocent. A whole host of adjectives were in his repertoire. He's even played at being a dominant person for some people. Weird to him because he's absolutely not like that in reality. Right now? He doesn't want to pretend to be anything. No roles, just the two of them being open and honest.

He leans in to that light kiss and smiles. "Switch with me." In other words, turn over, please.

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