Eric liked the attention, liked humans, even gifted humans like Gabe, who were in a different category from the sheep that visited the Cirque, looking at him and realizing that he was beautiful, ethereal, something inhuman. He needed to remind Gabe of that, that he was not human, even though he was folding himself into human sex, and he trilled again, inhuman and pleased, in Gabe's ear as Gabe rocked against him.
"You are so good." Eric murmured, rocking up against Gabe's ass, sliding between his cheeks, catching on his entrance. He couldn't get Gabe with child, that was always his driving focus, but he could get Gabe to be more sympathetic to the plight of the merfolk. It wasn't all political, it wasn't all faceless; Eric loved every movement Gabe made, every second of being connected with him, and Eric groaned loudly, swearing in his own tongue - which would just sound like little screeches to Gabe - and arching up against him.
Eventually, with enough friction, Eric came with a full body shudder, his seed spreading between Gabe's cheeks in a way that made him twitch and sigh. With the aftershocks still pulsing through him, he reached up, drawing Gabe down against his chest. "Pretty Gabe, beautiful Gabe." He murmured, drawing his fingers through Gabe's hair and nuzzling against his cheek.