At some point, he can't even blame the effects of whatever drug they're on for these actions. All it did was make this just a little easier, initiated it like sparking flint to wool. They both somehow decided they wanted it to go this way, and the hazy aggression fueled by the foreign substances spiked in their drinks just added a different layer right on top of it. In some ways, this feels like a different sort of dangerous escalation altogether. Maybe this is exactly what hell does to you. Makes you think you feel something only to rip you out of it once it's over and fills you with regret.

Yeah, they truly deserve to be here. With each other as a source of constant torment and comfort in ways most people wouldn't consider as such.

Each roll and snap of his hips hit their mark, the grip those strong legs have around his waist helping him stay positioned right where he wants to be. He doesn't even have to let go of Gabe's hands, squeezing them gently every now and again. Though he imagines he's going to have to let them go soon, when he needs to wrap his arms around him at that right moment.

That need to make Gabe his still hasn't left him, though it's more subconscious now as he worries his blunt teeth gently into the soft skin of his neck, swiping his tongue along it afterwards before he starts a small trail with his lips towards Gabe's mouth.