The more Gabe touches, the more obvious it is to him that this really isn't enough. He similarly has that need to be smothered in the heat of it all.

His hand catches on the lube he'd been lazily pawing around for, the vaseline-type tin already open so that he can just swipe at it and bring it up to Gabe's cock. He strokes lazily before even answering.

"Just like this is good," he murmurs distractedly, stroking while the other hand remains curled around a hip. His thumb digs in, tipping his gaze up to take in the entirety of the man perched on his lap. He'd have hard time saying it out loud right in front of him, but he is gorgeous. "Let me get my legs around you, yeah?"

Fortunately for them both, he won't need any prepping.