"Can you?" Eli snorts letting his fingers fit together with Michael's and he isn't even sure if he can stop touching him even for a second. He hears the deepening in Michael's voice, the hitch in his throat, and it makes Eli's own heart skip a beat or two because he realizes their position, the slight shift in Michael's hips as he settles under Eli's weight. Eli feels it too, feels an urge tighten inside the pit of his stomach too, but he likes this, the ease of it.

He presses his hand against Michael's chest so he can lean down and kiss his mouth.