Gabe groans, tipping his head back to bare his throat as Henry pushes inside him. This time, this time, it doesn't hurt at all. But the drag burns, churning through him, and he shivers all over. Somehow it feels like more this time. Like all the times he's taken coke or molly, gotten fucked up before finding himself a partner to make him scream. Everything floating and strange, the edges filed off except in the places they remain. Softened and heightened at the same time. He can feel Henry everywhere now.

Fuck.

He reaches out and puts his hand over Henry's, wanting to feel that. To anchor himself, a little, but also just to touch someone. To have that momentary connection. And then he nods, his eyes sliding closed.

Yes. Do it.