A/N: no CW here, though do let me know if you think I'm wrong. And a reminder at the bottom re: Gabe and Henry's relationship, in case you forgot.

Henry went to the couch to read some news articles, letting Gabriel clean up the table and kitchen. It didn't take long – he always kept everything very neat, the way it should be – and when he was done Henry put his tablet down and encouraged Gabriel to curl up under his arm.

"I really am pleased with you, sweet boy," Henry cooed, gently stroking Gabriel's cheek with the tip of his fingers, dropping soft kisses to his forehead.

Gabriel snuggled in closer, loving how safe he always felt with Henry's arms holding him tight. How special he felt. Henry's lips moved, travelling down his cheek, leaving dry imprints of the lightest kisses behind them until he found Gabriel's collarbone. He lapped at it for a moment, making him moan and arch into the sensation, whimpering when blunt teeth ran across the bone.

"So good. You deserve a reward, darling. Go to the bedroom and remove your clothes."

Gabriel didn't wait for Henry to change his mind, jumping up eagerly, stripping his shirt off as he walked, even though he made sure it landed in the laundry basket, along with the rest of his clothes. He lay back on the bed once he was naked, waiting patiently. It was several minutes before Henry appeared. Gabriel shivered with anticipation when he saw he had put a cock ring on and made himself hard, because that only happened when he had plans to take Gabriel to pieces, and he was so ready for it.

They didn't have full sex that often. They were just too busy, and Henry saved it for when he thought Gabriel had been particularly good. Gabriel would have liked it more – a lot more – but he accepted the value of it being saved to be something special between them, to be something with extra meaning.

"My sweet boy," Henry purred, going back to Gabriel's neck, which he lifted, wanting the hot press of Henry's lips on him again.

"Please," Gabriel mewled, wanting more. He always did. Henry regularly called him demanding, but with a loving chuckle any time he did it, and he responded now, travelling down Gabriel's body to suck one pink nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over the tip and working his jaw more than necessary, just so Gabriel could feel the rough scrape of his whole day beard growth on his smooth skin.

Gabriel keened, lifting his back off the bed, wordlessly begging for more.

"So needy, darling, aren't you? Be good, be patient. How about you get on your knees and give me what I want?"

Gabriel bonelessly slid off the bed before Henry had even finished his request, running his hands up Henry's lean sides, feeling the skin underneath his calloused fingertips. Henry breathed out harshly; Gabriel knew he loved that feeling, that reminder of how hard he worked for him, how much he put into their dreams. Gabriel started gently, lapping up the smooth, long piece of flesh, which hardened even further under his probing tongue.

He pulled the tip between his lips, massaging them against it, the point of his tongue working into Henry's slit, trying to draw the sharp tang of salt that would prove Henry's desire. He needed this. He was needy, just like he was told, almost every day. Needy for evidence that he was still wanted, that he was still Henry's perfect, sweet boy. He swallowed the length down, into his throat, unable to wait any longer, and receiving a moan that made his mind sing. Before he could really start his work, he was pulled – almost yanked – off, Henry lifting his chin so Gabriel could see into hazy, lustful brown eyes.

"Don't be naughty, darling." Henry didn't sound angry, more amused. But Gabriel knew he wasn't allowed to take over, knew he'd pushed too hard. But hopefully not so hard that he'd be told off. That this would stop for him to be reprimanded or, worse, for Henry to go into the other room and watch the news instead of staying to give Gabriel pleasure.

He widened his already huge eyes far enough that tears made them shine. It wasn't fake – Henry hated it when Gabriel tried to manipulate him – but it was him playing on his existing emotions in a way that would hopefully remind Henry of all the good things he could do if he was given the chance. It worked. Henry stroked Gabriel's jaw with a gentle touch, though he winced.

"You need to shave, darling, you're not smooth here."

"I will, I promise."

He hoped Henry didn't mean right now; he had other, more pressing desires. But Henry's own requirements seemed to be enough to keep things going, because he guided Gabriel up and onto his belly on the bed, pushing a pillow under his hips and getting the lube from the nightstand drawer.

"Be good," he instructed as Gabriel heard the snick of the lid and the squirt of viscous liquid onto Henry's fingers. "I have to open you up, you're so tight darling."

The liquid was warm when he felt Henry's finger against him – he always warmed it up – circling gently as he muttered encouragement for Gabriel to relax for him.

Gabriel was relaxed. They'd been doing this for so long it was almost as if Henry's finger became an extension of him, slipping inside with ease when pressure was applied. But he stayed clenched for a while, because he knew how much Henry loved the job of carefully opening him up, only allowing his body to reveal how relaxed – how pleasured – it was when Henry had finally graduated to three fingers, slicking slowly in and out, swiping over Gabriel's prostate. He wanted to push back, to demand more, but he didn't, because it annoyed Henry. He liked to lead the whole thing, and Gabriel was happy for him to; was happy to give pleasure by being the best he could be.

Henry finally decided he was ready, and Gabriel heard the rustle of the condom. He'd once suggested they go without – aching to feel Henry hot inside him without the separation of latex – but the horrified look on Henry's face at the thought of the mess had been enough that Gabriel had never asked again. It was fine with, anyway. He still got to feel the stretch and the pleasurable burn that came with sparks deep inside him. Still got to feel the drag against his insides, and the swell when Henry let go.

Gabriel relaxed, Henry's hands boxing his arms by his side, his head resting on another pillow. This was always so nice – he could almost drift away at the regular rocking. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Henry had perfect rhythm – he was a musician, of course, but he'd also been a dancer when he was younger, and that was apparent in the sinewy twist and snap of his hips as he took his pleasure inside Gabriel.

When he finally throbbed and stilled, breathing heavily for a moment, Gabriel brought his mind back up, blinking. He let Henry arrange his body, shifting him onto his back and sliding a condom on him – more mess prevention. Henry slid his lubed hand in knowing, precise movements; just the right degree of pressure, and Gabriel sank into it again, just feeling, and hearing.

"Such a good boy for me. Show me your pleasure, darling, show me how happy I can make you. Come for me, sweet boy."

It took only a few more strokes, and Gabriel felt his stomach clench and relax, lifting his hips just a little to chase the final, wringing, pulse.

There was very little clean up, and Henry took care of that, as usual, with a warm washcloth, before tucking Gabriel neatly under the covers and softly singing to him until he dropped off to sleep.

* * * * *

In the morning, Henry moved quietly, letting his boy sleep a little longer. He did watch him for a while – so peaceful in slumber – all lines of worry and pressure gone. He looked so innocent that way, so young and unravaged by time and by the demands of the Conservatory. Henry knew it was a lot for Gabriel, but the boy had so much talent. More than Henry had ever encountered before finding him. Every long practice was worth it. Missing time with friends who would only hold him back – worth it. Gabriel didn't need friends, or pointlessly time-consuming dates with him, not while he had his music.

He was writing Gabriel a note when the boy stirred.

"Henry? Where are you going?"

"Just to the Conservatory, darling. Go back to sleep."

"Wait a while. I'll come with you. I can go to a practice room."

Henry didn't want that. No, Gabriel needed some extra sleep.

"No need, I'll be working. You'll only be bored. You can practice here, use your mute so you don't annoy the neighbors."

"But..."

"No darling. Stay."

Henry left without any more argument. He couldn't be late. The tutoring session with Tommy started in an hour, and he needed to prepare. The young man was new, and quite talented, and deserved some one to one time from him, without any distractions. 

A/N: brief reminder - yes Gabe and Henry's relationship is ick because of the history and how they got together. That hasn't changed. But Gabe definitely loves Henry.