He gnaws at his lip, feeling a different sort of warmth creep up on him. Something that he'd normally wouldn't even bat an eye at, but coming from Gabe? It's as if he'd just offered him the ultimate form of consideration. Bizarre. Fucking hell magics.

"You won't be." It's almost hesitant, like he's ashamed to admit he'd been finger-fucking himself for a while before Gabe had even considered walking down his hall.

"Come on," he pleads softly, letting his legs move out from under Gabe and slide around his waist. His foot hooks around his back and he tugs, needing him closer, to have his hands properly back on him again. He even has one of them ready to reach out and grab the oiled length. More, give him more.