Henry grips the hand on his chest, massaging his thumb against the inside of his wrist, shuddering out a quiet sound behind his teeth as Gabe pulls out. His chest heaves a few times as he seems to relax.

"All right."

There isn't too much else he wants to say. Running a hand up Gabe's arm, he grips him gently, telegraphing his want to roll him over. He could tell just how hard Gabe was the moment he felt that drag on the way out, and maybe- just maybe he has less reason to feel his earlier spike of nearly territorial possessiveness.

"You can be back on top in a bit if you'd like," he suggests, figuring he should at least make the prep a bit easier. He couldn't suss out much with just a couple of fingers, but he wants this done properly this time. No hurried and near-forced painful entries.