The word hits its mark like a bullseye. He shudders hard against the teeth to his skin and makes a soft sound of affirmation in return, a hand coming up behind Gabe's head and grazing his nails against the grain of his short hair.

It feels almost foreign, this sort of mutual give and take. So used to taking and taking from him, that giving into something feels odd. But not necessarily bad. Far from it.

His legs relax just a touch but continues to hold on, muscles trembling from a combination of sheer want and anticipation of something rougher. Whether that comes or not, he's not sure, but he's not complaining. Not when their skins are practically melded together like this, giving him the gratification he's always seeking and perhaps specifically from Gabe himself. Something he'd have to seriously reflect on afterwards.