He traces lines over Carl's face with the tip of his nose, to his ear again. "What do you want me to do to you?" as he pushes in, deep, but slow; pulls out and repeats the action - over and over. And if feels so very good and more than right.
"Slow is good. God, how the fuck did I survive seventy years without you?"
And he can feel himself getting close - very close. "Do I need to touch you?" He will - wants to if it's necessary. It's Carl. A little different, but it's him. He can feel it - deep in his soul.
And he laughs against Carl's neck. "You are... mmmm... touching me... ahhh... right? Not so... mmmm... lucky."
He does, he slides the hand from Carl's leg - not releasing the other hand - to reach between them and wrap around his cock, stroking smoothly in time with his thrusts. "Mmmm... oh, God... missed this."
And his body is shaking and his hips are rocking and it feels very much like it's been seventy years since he's done this, since he's felt this right and complete and utterly pleasured.
And he closes his eyes, sighing and moaning against familiar skin at the sound of those words from him.
He nips at skin, along the neck, over the jaw to meet lips again, where he whispers, "Come with me," and kisses him again. "Please," and it's not begging, it's a request, a desire. He wants it - wants him - loves him - needs him.
The last thrust...and he comes as Gabriel does, mouth opening in a shuddering scream that sounds vaguely like the name of the man inside of him, except that it's a rather frantic scream and thus, not as articulate as Carl would normally be. He throws his weight to wrap his arms around Gabriel and pull him foward, on top of him, kissing him.
It may not be articulate, but he knows what Carl screamed - knows as if it had been whispered, slowly, in his ear - and it sends a tingling shiver down his spine. He braces an arm against the mattress as he's pulled down, controlling the motion a little, but following the kiss, his other hand still nestled between them, around Carl.
He pulls back to touch light kisses to Carl's lips, whispering endearments in some form or another.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you, you utterly infuriatingly irreplacable man? Do you realized the nights I've spent remembering, dreaming, seeing you at night?"
Another kiss, slow and needy and a little scared Gabriel will disappear as his arms wrap tightly around him.
"Only if it's anything like the recurring dreams I've been having for the last seventy years."
He shifts his own arms, wrapping them around him, rolling them over so Carl can kiss him all he wants. "I'm not going anywhere." One hand slides up to hold Carl's head against him as he kisses him again, long, slow, deep, wanting.
"Well...I suppose you win, then, but it was still bloody infuriating from my end. And at least you knew what was going on. I didn't know why I was utterly obsessed with hats and jackets and...tablesaws and monsters and demons and all of that for years. Thought I was mad...and not only that, doomed to be alone the rest of my life."
And he kisses him again, holding on desperately.
"Never leaving you, you know. There's no bloody way to get rid of me now, you realize. Bloody infuriating irreplacable man."
And he has to laugh. The seventy years were hell-ish, but he did have a bit more information. And hearing Carl say he was obsessed with hats and table-saws is amusing.
"How long?" he asks, just as he's kissed. "How long did this go on?"
And he knows about the 'alone'... oh so well.
"I don't want to get rid of you. Unless you annoy the hell out of me - then you're gone," but he's smiling and kissing and dear God, it's amazing.
And that hurts worse than anything - that he's scared him. He shakes his head and kisses him - lips, eyes, cheeks, chin. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I won't... never. I couldn't bear it if you left me again." He draws him down for a soft, sweet kiss. "I love you... I never want you to leave." And he kisses him and waits.
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"I better be the only one doing it, Gabriel. I...don't...ugh...share well."
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And there's another moan, deep and slow. "Damn."
He traces lines over Carl's face with the tip of his nose, to his ear again. "What do you want me to do to you?" as he pushes in, deep, but slow; pulls out and repeats the action - over and over. And if feels so very good and more than right.
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And he continues to play at those scars, at others, along Gabriel's skin, relearning the landscape with new eyes and new hands.
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And he can feel himself getting close - very close. "Do I need to touch you?" He will - wants to if it's necessary. It's Carl. A little different, but it's him. He can feel it - deep in his soul.
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And he's so close himself, but...
"Touch...me."
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He does, he slides the hand from Carl's leg - not releasing the other hand - to reach between them and wrap around his cock, stroking smoothly in time with his thrusts. "Mmmm... oh, God... missed this."
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And his body is shaking and his hips are rocking and it feels very much like it's been seventy years since he's done this, since he's felt this right and complete and utterly pleasured.
"Gabriel...Gabriel...Gabriel...God...uh...love you..."
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He nips at skin, along the neck, over the jaw to meet lips again, where he whispers, "Come with me," and kisses him again. "Please," and it's not begging, it's a request, a desire. He wants it - wants him - loves him - needs him.
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And he's so very close, holding on by the barest of threads, holding on for him.
He turns his head to claim Gabriel's mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss.
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He holds the kiss for a moment, breaking it only when he thrusts in one last time, orgasm shuddering through his body.
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He pulls back to touch light kisses to Carl's lips, whispering endearments in some form or another.
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Another kiss, slow and needy and a little scared Gabriel will disappear as his arms wrap tightly around him.
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He shifts his own arms, wrapping them around him, rolling them over so Carl can kiss him all he wants. "I'm not going anywhere." One hand slides up to hold Carl's head against him as he kisses him again, long, slow, deep, wanting.
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"Well...I suppose you win, then, but it was still bloody infuriating from my end. And at least you knew what was going on. I didn't know why I was utterly obsessed with hats and jackets and...tablesaws and monsters and demons and all of that for years. Thought I was mad...and not only that, doomed to be alone the rest of my life."
And he kisses him again, holding on desperately.
"Never leaving you, you know. There's no bloody way to get rid of me now, you realize. Bloody infuriating irreplacable man."
And then he shuts up to kiss Gabriel.
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"How long?" he asks, just as he's kissed. "How long did this go on?"
And he knows about the 'alone'... oh so well.
"I don't want to get rid of you. Unless you annoy the hell out of me - then you're gone," but he's smiling and kissing and dear God, it's amazing.
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And it's very small and very scared.
"Please don't say that, Gabriel. Please."
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And he kisses him again before tucking his head under Gabriel's chin.
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He wraps his arms, tightly, around Carl, savoring the warmth and feel of him so close. "Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
And... they sleep.