Eli allows Michael to kiss him, savoring the taste of his lips and the gentle pressure of his tongue, feeling the warmth radiating off his skin as he holds him closely. All he can think, is this is nice, this is trouble too but nice. He leans away, a chuckle bubbling up. "You did not..." he raises his eyebrows with a grin. "You had dreams about me," he teases not sure why it's funny or makes him feel even warmer to know maybe Michael liked him straight away.