They were each trying so hard to make the other comfortable and it would have been amusing had Eric's very heart not felt pained at the knowledge that Gabe had been hurt by the nighttime assailants. Eric, though, decided to focus on the physical, on Gabe's reactions, on that shiver that came with Eric's hand on his side, on the whimper that came as Eric slid, slick and already hard for him, against his thigh.
Eric let out a little happy trill at the feeling of Gabe's fingers in his hair, smiling softly as Gabe repeated his words from their first time. "I know this." He said with a nod, leaning back in for another kiss, slow, calm, deep. "You tell me if you hurt." He said again against Gabe's lips, and he then he hooked his leg around Gabe's waist so they could slide together slickly between their hips. He'd had plans, when he'd arrived. He had the oil in the pocket of his jeans and had been looking forward to the thought of Gabe's long fingers inside him. But, right now, it all seemed very complicated and he just wanted to be close to Gabe.