Gabe pulled his hand back and, for a brief moment, Eric wondered if he'd went too far. But, no, Gabe just wanted to get rid of the rest of their clothes and Eric was completely on board with that. He helped to rid Gabe of his jeans before squirming out of his own, huffing out a laugh against Gabe's lips at the way Gabe seemed to eager to do away with them. Once free, naked and hard, Eric stretched out languidly, showing off, fully aware that he looked damned good without clothing on.
Then he reached out for Gabe again, guiding him in and arching up eagerly into the kiss. One hand found its way back into Gabe's hair again, the other hand pressed to the small of his back to keep him where he was, all nice and nestled in against Eric. He shifted just right, just enough for his cock to slip between the cheeks of Gabe's ass, rocking there, a slick, sinuous slide.
To actually fuck him, Eric would have to get up, to find lubrication, because he knew humans needed that, at least, human men. And Gabe was inexperienced in this arena, which meant much more preparation than Eric wanted to do at the moment. This was good, the rocking of their bodies, the friction, and Eric let out a strangled moan into the kiss, his hand slipping down from the small of Gabe's back to grab a handful of his ass, rocking him forward.