They may regret this. The moment they snap out of it, things will surely grow awkward as fuck and Henry vaguely thinks that he won't know what to do with himself after this. A far-off worry, slowly getting blanketed by the haze of pleasure. Gabe's hand feels good, cradling his head and encouraging him to deepen the kiss to his stomach.

Deft fingers work his pants open, everything feeling like its on autopilot. He inches his hands down to push everything around Gabe's knees and letting gravity do the rest, still kissing at him and only just introducing little nips of his teeth. Hands glide back up, grasping at both sides of his ass as anchor points to tug him gently back and forth while he continues to taste.

It's all very slow. Something he knows Gabe would usually growl at or demand him to speed up. The sheer novelty of it all makes him greedy for something altogether different, to just allow himself to explore and memorize, have him all to himself for now.

Just don't think about it.