Gabe buried his face into the pillow and Eric sighed softly again, soothing a hand lightly up and down his back, now turned over onto his side so he could face him better. "I worry anyway. One bruise, many bruises. You hurt, things are shit, so I worry. Because I care." He finished softly, trying to give Gabe a smile when he peeked out from behind the cushion.
Gabe guided his hand to his chest and Eric looked conflicted for a moment. "Okay." He eventually relented. "We do. But you tell me if you hurt too much, we stop." He leaned in to kiss Gabe, lengthy and slick, sliding his hand down to Gabe's hip to guide his body in against Eric's, careful not to press too hard as he tangled their legs together and lined their hips up so Gabe could feel him stiffening against him.