The teeth distract him just enough that he doesn't bring it up. Yet. A surge of something almost... possessive wells up, an emotion he rarely feels towards people, usually keeping himself quite distant. Even with his growing obsession with Gabe, he usually keeps an emotional and often times physical distance from him when they're not actively fighting or fucking or both.

He groans, louder this time, the accumulation of all thats happening starting to overlap and mingle. He forces his arm to stretch, push in deeper and he feels the slick residue of something familiar. It's certainly not his, and it doesn't feel like lube as far as he knows. His fingers curl again, not as if to stimulate but like he's trying to dig something out of him.

His mind swims and he grunts softly, unable to decide if he wants to make a quip or just ride this part out first.