Eli fluffs up Michael's hair again, running his hands through the spiked strands as Michael looks down at him. He shrugs with an innocent smile. "I couldn't help myself," he says, even though it sounds teasing, it's nearly close to the truth. Nothing about his feelings towards Michael seems very controlled right now. Especially now with his weight pressing down into Eli, rocking his hips downward. It makes Eli bite at his bottom lip at the quick jolt of pleasure that brings. It takes a second for him to realize Michael's question and even longer to answer, because, well, he's distracted mostly by Michael's face by then. His kind eyes, dark blue and serious, except when he smiles and they crinkle at the edges.

"Yeah. I've done this before," Eli breathes putting his hands on Michael's shoulders, sliding them across his chest, trying to get him closer, though this isn't even possible. "It's not always like this. It's---" Eli isn't sure what he's about to say. Being with someone has never felt this right? That seems like too much, and maybe it's just the moment Eli attempts to convince himself. "I'm not complaining either...." he says finally with a small smirk.