His own breathing comes out hard and shaky, and although it's much slower this time, that familiar growing dread of what'll occur in the aftermath creeps up on him. He had enjoyed it for a brief moment, just basking in the feeling of having this, but it's hard to shake something that's always been there since the start. The disquieting and gnawing feeling that neither of them would be satisfied.

He's quiet, remaining still for a bit until he can gather himself. A hand runs down Gabe's side, resting at his hip.

"Going to move now..."

A light tremor in his voice.