Goddamn it. Even now, there's a part of Gabe that questions what he's doing. Why he didn't just walk away and find himself a corner to hole up in like an animal with an injury. Wait it out in solitude, and in silence. Return to the company of others only when he's in complete control of himself. Sometimes he thinks it's better to be alone, to ensure that he's centered. Like being on a job.

Line up that shot, sniper. No matter how long it takes. The body is nothing.

Gabe bows his head, breathing out slow. Fuck, Henry feels good. It's slower than Gabe's had in a long time, almost careful, and he's able to feel the change when Henry shifts, tries to flip them.

"No." Gabe shakes his head just once, dragging his teeth along Henry's neck. He doesn't draw blood. And it occurs to him that he's never actually said no during sex before.

Funny, that.

"Like this," he continues, his voice soft.