"Could stand to get a little harder," he says breezily, fulfilling the innuendo as though it were an afterthought, leaning around to mouth at Gabriel's neck, the line of his jaw, the curve of his ear. His hands drift from Gabriel's hips, one going to his chest and the other reaching around his back, both bracing and pulling him closer. "You know, same old shit. Try to help out, get fucked. I mean, whatever. I'm always asking for it." He grins and pulls back just a little, meeting Gabriel's eyes. "Case in point."