“Yes. Oh god,” Eli utters, leaning his head back against the bed, losing his concentration a little, but keeps his hand on Michael. His brow furrows at the increased pace of Michael’s strokes, not in pain, but in the overwhelming shock at the feeling, at the pleasure of this. A heat ignites even more in his belly, and he arches his back a little as he tries to move with Michael’s hand as his toes curl under. It's just incredible.

Michael is incredible, he even sounds incredible as his orgasm hits him, and Eli lifts his head opening his eyes back to watch him, watch the wave roll through him, watch as Eli finishes him off until he’s spent. It spurs Eli along too, just knowing how undone Michael looks, but especially when Michael leans over to kiss him again, concentrating his full attention on making Eli feel good. So it only takes a short time before he’s close. He moves his hands up to Michael’s back pressing him closer, kissing him deeper, and he comes with a grunt, the noise muffled against Michael’s lips. Eli doesn’t want to let go either, kissing him still as his orgasm takes over.

He doesn’t do or say anything for a few minutes, continuing to press kisses to Michael’s lips through the end of it, holding him closely until he feels like he can form words. “Michael. That was—“ Eli shakes his head, kissing him again. “Incredible."