So that's how they're playing it. In another moment, Gabe thinks he'd turn this sharp. Throw barbs at Henry until one of them finally struck true, worried its way under the skin. What could they possible to do each other except fight, or make it hurt?

But this hasn't. Not yet. And Henry's legs feel good around his waist.

Gabe takes a slow, steadying breath. And he presses a hand between them, squeezing Henry's cock faintly before sliding lower to see what he finds. What that gets him. And he presses inside with his fingers. Curls up and meets little resistance.

Hah. He wasn't kidding.