For a moment, it edges onto too much. Gabe cries out again as Henry fucks him past the climax and into the aftermath, everything sensitive and raw. But there's something fitting about that, too, something about the brutal symmetry of it. Why shouldn't they mark each other, even if it doesn't leave a scar?

He shifts to put a hand on the back of Henry's neck, biting off another moan as Henry finally comes in him and stills.

Symmetry. Hah.

Gabe tips his head back, taking a deep, rattling breath. One. Then another.

Fuck.