It's different from all the times before. Back then, he and Henry tore into each other. Turned it into a fight, an endurance test; something that left them both bruised and bloody because how could it be anything else in a place like this? How could they ever do a thing except escalate? And he's killed Henry before. Made it hurt before it ended. So how could it be different?

This is Hell, after all. And Gabe thinks they deserve it, on some level. Not everyone does here, but them -

Yeah. The sins bleed through, in the end. But this is different. He doesn't have the right words. And so he just lets it happen, lets himself feel everything that comes. The press of Henry's mouth against his neck, his hands twined in Gabe's. The way the pressure grows and grows without turning to pain.

He moves with Henry. Matches him beat for beat, makes small sounds as Henry fucks him. Chases that sensation higher and higher, wanting to go all the way to the end. To finally let go, for once.

It's not a fight. It's something else this time.

He whines, clinging to Henry, and lets it happen. Embraces it, even. He doubts he'll last long like this, but he wants it while he can have it.