Gabe bites off a groan, tipping his head back. Been a while since he was with another man like his, but he knows how it goes. Never thought he'd be with this man quite like this, though. Funny how it goes. The moment still has that dreamlike drag to it, catching at the edges. Turning the world strange.

This is Hell. Wouldn't be much of a punishment if they could control it.

Gabe drops his head back down. He can't see Henry, not in the usual ways, but he toggles his nanotech. Builds up a picture in his mind from the data and what he feels against his hands. And he shifts down, giving Henry more room to do what he wants.

"I'm not fucking you dry," he says softly. Somehow, that feels important.