When Gabriel explained that the flowers were for his mother, Darrick looked up at him with a kinder look in his eye. He didn't even attempt to mock him for having two flowers tattooed. Instead, he continued to move his hand across his body, until the younger man seemed to have enough of how he used his body. Gabriel grabbed his pants up and while Darrick didn't mind it, he felt a bit sad that he was covering up himself. He noticed, as the other got dressed, that he was still hard. It put a grin on his lips and when he noticed how mad Gabriel was, he couldn't help but chuckle at it.<br/><br/>"You are cute." He commented before Gabriel stated that he didn't want him to touch him again, nor that he would claim his body as his. "But giving me blowjobs is alright?" Darrick said with a grin. While the younger man told him that he would never get his ass, the Crime Lord moved up to his feet and walked up to the chair Gabriel was sitting at.<br/><br/>The way he glared at him only edge him and when he reached up to him, he placed his large right hand upon the shorter guy's neck. His grip was light and as delicate as he had touched him just minutes ago. But Darrick's eyes had turned darker again and he looked down at Gabriel with a smirk. "Do you think you can order me around? In my own domain?" Darrick asked him sharply, his strict and demanding side was slowly returning to him. With his free hand, he brushed the poor man's lips again, before he quickly removed it. "If I want to fuck you, I will do it." He said and glared into Gabriel's eyes. His free hand had trailed down over Gabriel's chest, down to what was hiding between his legs.<br/><br/>"And you can't anymore claim you don't like what I'm doing to you," Darrick whispered before he took a hold of the others crotch. "Because otherwise, you wouldn't have this tent in your pants."