As he moves excruciatingly slow to bury himself to the hilt, he's vaguely aware of the hand sitting on his wrist, gaze fixed on Gabe's face and waiting for something. Whatever it is, that nod or some kind of permission to move forward, when he gets it is when suddenly the entire picture comes into focus.

His twists his hand to grip it by the wrist, simultaneously moving his hips forward to glide deep into Gabe with a low groan in the back of his throat.. It would almost seem like he's lost the momentum they were building if it weren't for the fact that he's aligning himself higher, face to face, pressing both of Gabe's hands to the bed and tightly lacing their fingers together.

For some reason, he's always wanted to do this. A happy medium of wanting to control Gabe's hands and yet still giving just enough freedom to resist. He buries his face into Gabe's neck, breathing harsh as he pulls his hips back slightly and snaps them forward.