Henry moves in, deliberate and quick. Getting in close enough that Gabe can tell that Henry's naked. That he can feel everything. And it -

It echoes through. That closeness. His pulse hammers in his throat. Gabe shivers without meaning to, pressing close. Wanting that contact, something human, wanting to be touched even if it's with Henry.

Gabe breathes out slow, pressing his thumb against Henry's pulse point. He could dig his nails in. Make it sharp. He doesn't know why he holds back. "Then keep me here," Gabe says softly. "Out of my head."

He leans in close and kisses Henry hard.