There's moments that definitely seem to pull him back and forth, finding his voice, to turn things back to the way they were. The familiarity of it is tempting, even now. But once those fingers push in, he flinches hard, dropping his head back onto the bed as he's biting back the sound that threatens to erupt.

It's not much, in the grand scheme of things. He's not tight enough for it to hurt, nor are just fingers going to get him worked up. But here he is anyway, getting worked up and heated, and he's practically sweating out the pheromones at this rate.

"D-Don't say a damn thing," he gasps, like he thinks Gabe will make some sort of comment out loud. "Just... come here."

It's a vague sort of command made in the dream-like haze of the moment, but he wonders if it'll make sense with how he paws at him. It's suddenly very important that he brings him level, flush to his skin, to feel him practically head to toe.