He makes a low but clear sound in the back of his throat. Whatever thought he had in the moment scatters from the forefront of his mind and plants itself in the furthest reaches of it instead. In fact, he's tempted to shut down rational thought altogether.

But he needs to stay just focused enough so that he doesn't fuck this up. The ports are actively avoided, like hot coals, jerking his fingers back when thinks they venture too close by accident.

It's surreal, like an out of body experience. He feels the punches of arousal in his gut, the jarring of his body, hears the sounds spilling from his lips but it still feels like he's floating above it all.

His limbs shift enough that he can bring a hand around Gabe's hip as it's moving, that need to grab and hold, thinking himself a bit too passive. A finger or two venture in further towards the small of his back, sliding down to see if Gabe would be receptive to it while fucking him.

It seems to slide almost a bit too smooth as one fingertip breaches Gabe's body. A subconscious curiosity drives them to curl a little.