Of course Eric was in a hurry, in a hurry to connect with Gabe as much as possible. There was a part of him that realized that Gabe had, what, sixty years left, a blink of an eye in Eric's reckoning and wanted to cherish every single moment he had with him. There was another part of him that knew he would be eventually returning to the ocean long before Gabe's clock ran out, which meant that he was even more committed to enjoying every second of their relationship. So if he was in a rush, he was in a rush both physically and mentally, reaching out and clinging to Gabe at the first push of Gabe's fingers into his body.
The slow, tentative slide was good, Eric's eyes half-closed, his breathing coming slowly and ragged, his hand tight on Gabe's hip. And when Gabe curved his fingers again, Eric jolted with pleasure, cock twitching, his moan loud and eager. He hummed in agreement when Gabe spoke, trying to spread his legs a bit further to give Gabe better access. "You can go deeper, faster." He murmured, knowing that it had been a while for him but wanting that pressure, wanting the slight bit of pain that came from the stretch