Oh, fuck. Gabe cries out, the sound muffled by the way Henry kisses him. The world swims around him and Henry keeps on fucking him, kissing him. It's much harder this time, almost overwhelming. It encompasses the moment. And whether it's Hell magic or something else - that escalation that's been worrying at the back of Gabe's mind, maybe - the only thought he can manage to make is yes.

He clings to Henry, looping his arm around the man, and the world swims around him. Dizzy from the lack of air, he comes gasping into Henry's mouth. Shuddering under him.