[His finger tightened on the mistletoe, holding it where it connected them together over the span of Gabe's hand. Maybe it was interference, but maybe it was the kind that both of them needed at this point, what with their brakes-on, too-sensitive ways of going about things thus far.
When Gabe came to him and the kiss was bolder, his hand slid up to hold the side of the older man's face to cup it. He actually stepped in, turning his face just enough to allow them a bigger, bolder kiss. He closed his eyes, putting trust in this as the wash of want from the mistletoe emphasized what he had been sitting on for years.
His other arm moved from gripping Gabe's chest to around the other's back. It seemed they were committed now.]
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When Gabe came to him and the kiss was bolder, his hand slid up to hold the side of the older man's face to cup it. He actually stepped in, turning his face just enough to allow them a bigger, bolder kiss. He closed his eyes, putting trust in this as the wash of want from the mistletoe emphasized what he had been sitting on for years.
His other arm moved from gripping Gabe's chest to around the other's back. It seemed they were committed now.]