"Being jealous is natural." Eric told him with another soft, sweet kiss. "But so is wanting the other to be happy. Is a balance. Maybe I be with just you, maybe I see others. Maybe you do the same. But you are... special. I know this. We always make time for each other, no matter what." And, just like he thought, Gabe cursed, and Eric could feel him stiffening further against him. With a sly, mischievous grin, Eric pressed another kiss to his lips and reached beside him to turn off the water.
He stepped out, reaching for the fluffy towels hanging by the shower door, not wanting to get Gabe's bed all damp and uncomfortable for the human. He dried off Gabe first, brisk and quick, and then dragged the towel over himself as well. Then, he stepped back toward the bed, his fingers twining with Gabe's to draw him along with him, stopping at the foot of the stairs for his jeans, digging down into their pocket to come up with the small tube of oil he'd liberated from the kitchens.
Eric settled on the bed again, damp, glowing hair fanning out against the pillow as he laid back, legs spreading easily. He reached out for Gabe, drawing him down behind with him, and uncapped the oil to release some of it over Gabe's fingers, stroking to ensure that it was properly spread. "Is not hard." He told him, cock stiff and aching, body ready. "Just press and curl." And, then, he drew Gabe's hand down, nudging his oiled fingertips against Eric's entrance, guiding them inside. "And now curl." He advised in a huff of breath and, when Gabe did, Eric let out a deep moan as Gabe's fingers accessed those nerve-endings within him that were guaranteed to set him aflame.