[There was a way to get a little less space between them, Darryn sliding his inner thigh up Gabe's thigh. Curling his leg over Gabe's hip. Moaning again against Gabe's mouth as he used that leverage to pull himself close as he could to him.
[He curled his tongue against Gabe's, not caring how messy the kissing got. Only that it continued. Darryn didn't want to stop to breathe, didn't want to move anywhere but closer. If he did either of those things he would have to face up to the fact they were on the street. Or that they were married, not to each other.]
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[He curled his tongue against Gabe's, not caring how messy the kissing got. Only that it continued. Darryn didn't want to stop to breathe, didn't want to move anywhere but closer. If he did either of those things he would have to face up to the fact they were on the street. Or that they were married, not to each other.]