For a moment, Henry thinks Gabe will try to bite down on him and by god does he want him to. That sharp pain thrumming through him as he reaches climax, mingling together in a twisted way— he has to admit that's also become a real preference lately.

There's a hint of teeth, however. It just barely threatens it and that in itself is almost as good. A low, helpless sort of sound that starts off as a whimper is quickly swallowed, flinching slightly at the nip to his ear. If he could come on command, by fucking god he would, right then and there.

"Sh—" He wishes he had a name other than Rodriguez to call him by, but he'll think that it's better this way when he's back in his right mind. Whenever that'll be.

With the help of their bodies creating friction against his cock, it's not terribly difficult to reach his climax after a few more rolls of Gabe's hips. His hands abandon whatever they'd been doing before and wrap around the back of his shoulders, clutching him tight as he shudders through his release, his vision clouding over as he squints towards the ceiling. He huffs sharply, digs his nails in, but it's not with any purpose. Just a reaction he can't stop.