He pauses when Gabe grips his arm, keeping himself still, watching his body language and making sure he doesn't bring him over the edge too soon. Even just watching him fight that sensation makes his gut ache, that leftover thrum of his release stirring yet another round up in him. Amazing what this magical shit can do.

The deeper his fingers press in, the harder it is to fight the urge to pump in hard and fast. He wants whatever the fuck was inside of Gabe before to be flushed out, so he'll feel him and him alone. Just for this brief spark of a moment. But by some miracle he manages to continue twisting slow and easy, letting the lube spread.

"You're so loose already..." he murmurs, his voice far-away and barely an echo in his own ears. His grip on Gabe's cock stays firm, not budging, ready to grip down to his balls if he has to should Gabe feel loke he can't hold back.