Oh, it's that sound, he thinks. A sound he didn't get to hear coming out of Gabe's mouth, not like this. Sure he sometimes let a yell or something when they really went at it, but this decidedly more. It feels like so much more and it fuels him, makes him shudder in tandem.

What a novel concept, kissing Gabe like this. Something he would be reluctant to call passionate, but would have no other way of describing it. It's not often he indulges in making sex so much more to him than it really is, so yet again, the only word that really comes to mind is surreal.

He senses the tremble against him, feel like it's reverberating through his entire being. Taking a hand away from Gabe's, he latches onto his hip instead and eggs him on with shorter, harder punches into him. An occasional grind of his hips has a dirty moan flooding against Gabe's lips and into his mouth, as if trying to suffocate him with more heated kisses. Everything dials up to eleven as he finds his climatic momentum, sliding his tongue past his lips, tasting him thoroughly before that moment Gabe crests over the edge.