If Gabe hadn't kissed him, he's pretty sure he would've made a sound that he couldn't hold back. That soft admission of want, contrasting the strength of his grip but without that ever-present need to cut into him and scar like he has to make a point... it's rather breathtaking. It's everything they're usually not.

His lips part to draw him in deep, eyebrows cinched as his eyes automatically close. The hand around his waist presses hard down his backside until strong fingers curl around his ass and dig in for a good grip. He takes a slow, experimental step back, mostly so he doesn't lose his balance.

At its core, not much as changed for Henry. He'll do whatever Gabe asks of him.