"Ever---" Eli repeats just because it's the last thing Michael says, because he isn't really focused on the words anyway, even though they hit somewhere deep inside his chest, at the idea that Michael's never felt this with anyone else, but he gets caught up on feeling he gets when Michael shifts his hips against his once more. It's a sweet friction that he feels nearly everywhere, but mostly important, and not that he wasn't already interested in the proceedings, but he's hard, aroused where their hips are aligned. He lays his head against Michael's chest for a moment breathing harder. Michael had been a little tentative with him last time, and Eli is glad he doesn't seem to be now but he's also getting taken apart here.

He also doesn't want to stop though. So he shifts some and rolls back onto the bed. He reaches for Michael, pulling him over, because Eli likes it this way better. He could've gotten off the other way, definitely, but he wants Michael this way. This way, he thinks with a shiver. He looks up at Michael and then snorts out a laugh. "You're a mess right now," Eli tells him, patting his hair trying to flatten the poofy brown strands back out.