A quiet little hum met Gabriel’s next kiss, Dal smiling into it. He quickly decided he liked kiss Gabriel – or, in this case, being kissed by Gabriel. Each time their lips met, Dal felt a rush of warmth and an inward satisfaction that every kiss was just as gentle and loving as the man himself.

“I can tell,” Dal answered with a fond smile. He probably washed his hair too often, but he hated the way it felt in the morning after a night of sweating and johns’ hands in it. “Right now, I think just getting’ it wet’s fine.” That’s enough for him to work the waves out of it when they get out of the shower.

“I don’t do anythin’ special in the shower: shampoo, condition, wash.” In the morning, he only washed his face with water. It was the very last thing he’d do in the shower. Everything else came after, once he was clean and dry. So with no atypical routine in the shower for him, Dal reached up to trail his fingers along Gabriel’s jaw. “What d’ya do for this?”