Tom groaned and pushed back into the touch, eyelids fluttering shut. “Yes…” He dropped his forehead to Gabe’s shoulder for a moment. “More, Gabe, please…”
More lube on his fingers, and he gripped Tom’s ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks wide. Stretched out both index fingers, met and rubbed at Tom’s hole, half circles with each fingertip, breaching him one finger, tugging light at the rim, and then going back to teasing, almost playing tiddlywinks, as it were. “God, you’re so beautiful, Tom, I…” He leaned his forehead against Tom’s, breathing in the same air that Tom was breathing out, listening to the soft, urgent noises that Tom was making, feeling the way their heartbeats had matched up.