The feel of Eli's hands moving up his chest was incredible...almost. Because as good as it felt, the touch left him wanting something more, something closer, so he managed one word between kisses when he had to stop to breathe. "Off," he said, voice low and a little hoarse.

That was only half of it, though. He didn't just want to be touched, he wanted to touch as well. So he found the hem of Eli's t-shirt and slipped his hands underneath it to find the warm skin of his sides and slid his hands up.