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"You just wait." Eli is the type to try convert the cranky into morning people too, but he can't help the burst of laughter at Michael's reaction, at his teasing. He lifts up onto his side watching him and sees him peak out through his arm, at his grinning. "Very cute," Eli says, grabbing at his arm. As they tug back and forth he lets his momentum carry him over into a straddling position over Michael's waist. Eli smiles down at him retaking one of his hands.

"Is that the worst thing about me then?" he asks in a teasing tone, feeling Michael's fingers with his own, ready to move away if Michael wants him to do so.

Michael looked up at Eli, the teasing smile still on his face. His hands landed at Eli's hips and he made no move to shift them away, or to shift himself away. He was perfectly happy with their current position. Happy, and maybe a little more than happy. His breathing hitched a little when his pulse jumped, in another very good feeling.

He found Eli's searching hands and laced their fingers together. "Yeah," he replied, his voice a little lower than it was just a few minutes ago, "and it's not all that bad. I can work with it."

"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.

"Yeah," Michael managed before Eli leaned down and kissed him. He couldn't have stopped the little moan if he'd wanted to - and he didn't want to. He loved every bit of this and wanted Eli to know just how much. His free hand went up Eli's spine to the back of his neck to pull him closer still, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Eli shivers at the touch against his neck, at the press of his chest tight to Michael's. His heart is racing. He wouldn't be surprised if it's possible to feel it through his ribcage, as Michael deepens their kiss, as Eli opens his mouth to him, trying to be closer. He moves both hands upward, sliding them against his chest.

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.

When Michael slips his hands under Eli's shirt, he moans a little into his mouth as his skin suddenly covers in goosebumps. It feels awesome with Michael, kissing and touching him, being touched. "Off...ok..." He mutters breathlessly leaning up enough to get his hands on Michael's dress shirt unbuttoning it with dumb fingers because he can't bring himself to break their kiss long enough to get them undone. He gives up after like three impatiently and just puts his hands on Michael's face directing their mouths together.

Michael gave a little chuckle when Eli gave up and moved his own hands to his shirt to just rip at the damned thing, sighing in relief when it finally came free. His next order of business was to pull at the hem of Eli's shirt, wanting it off as well. He got it almost off but with their mouths fused together in a kiss, he had to stop with it just pulled up half way. The warmth of his skin was incredible everywhere it touched his and still he wanted more.

With Michael’s shirt free, Eli happily snuggles up against him, feeling the warmth of his skin through his own shirt, curling his hands around Michael's neck, to keep their mouths pressed together. This could go on forever, just like this, and Eli would be fine. But he is also happy when Michael rucks his shirt up. “Off—“ Eli manages to say leaning away, shucking his shirt off the rest of the way with one hand and tossing it off to the side, not caring at all where it went.

He simply cares about this, about getting close again. Leaning back down, Eli sighs a little at skin meeting skin. It feels like he needs to catch his breath, but it also feels like he can’t get enough of Michael.

Oh yeah, Michael thought, that was so much better. His hands raked up Eli's back, fingertips pressing into the muscles there. All the while his mouth kept busy on Eli's, content to the core of his being to keep kissing this man for hours, forever. Then, as his hands traveled down Eli's spine, they didn't stop at his waistband but slid over his ass, gripped, and pulled Eli even closer.

The resulting moan vibrated from his lips to his chest. That hadn't felt good; it had felt damned incredible.

A sharp breath catches in his throat when Michael puts his hands on his back, slides them down his skin, and then grabs Eli's ass, pressing their bodies closer together. It's a move that feels too good to be real, that has him asking himself how Michael feels so right like something he's been waiting for maybe. He pulls away letting their lips part. He wants to look at him.

"You've never done this before?" He poses the question even though he knows what Michael's said. But how new, how different, he wants to know. Maybe it doesn't matter. He kisses down the side of Michael's neck and ear, using his hands to rake his hands through his hair, having already found he likes doing that.

"With a guy? No, never," Michael told him, swimming in the dark eyes. He quirked a smile. "Not with a woman, either. There wasn't any of this play and kissing and touching. Just a sort of 'get it done' sort of feeling."

Because it felt good, and he could, Michael gripped again and shifted his hips this time, adding more friction. "And nothing ever felt like this before. Ever."

"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.

"And who's fault is that?" Michael smiled, running his fingers over muscle ridges, learning the terrain, as it were. "Not that I'm complaining. At all."

He quieted for a moment, searching Eli's face as well as his own emotions and feelings. He gave his hips a little rock, felt that shock of adrenaline spike through him again, and asked what he needed to ask. "You've done this before," he said, and left it there, because as much as he needed to know, he couldn't bring himself to hear that he was coming up short again.

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.

There's a part of Michael that's terrified that what he means by it not always being like this is that it's usually better, more secure, but something about the look, the touches, even the little lip bite which is quite possibly the sexiest thing he's ever seen in his life. "I'm not complaining either, I just want to make sure that...well, I know that this is the best thing that's ever happened to me and I don't want it to end."

The word "ever" hung on his lips, but he thought that might be a bit too much, too soon. Instead, he leaned down and kissed Eli again, pressing in so they were chest to chest.

For someone that's never done this before Michael has Eli speechless for a moment. He is slowly and easily seducing the romantic in Eli. Because there's something different about when Michael says these things. Eli is used to compliments, to praise. Because who doesn't like Eli? Who doesn't tell him he's awesome? It's different though.

Michael just looked him in eye and said this is the best thing that's ever happened to him and looks like he means it. He means being with Eli. It's really...irrestible actually. And he's glad he doesn't have to come up with something intelligent to say back. Michael kisses him again, and he really just melts into the touch with a breathy sigh. His lips part, letting his tongue slick into Michael's mouth, putting his hands on his back.

He wants more now, but he's trying to let Michael keep the control, to decide where or how far this goes.

Michael rolled them both until they were lying on his bed side by side, facing each other. "Eli," he said in the same hoarse whisper. "I want."

He stopped, leaned in and kissed him again, slow and deep before his lips broke away again. "I want to touch you. Want you to touch me." He stopped just short of saying please, but the word was written all over his face.

Eli savors the lingering feel of Michael's kiss, mashing his lips together to keep it a moment longer. His lungs burn for air, and his skin heats at what Michael says. He looks over, at the look on his face and the way he's laid on the bed, and of course Eli wants him too. Wants whatever Michael's asking for tonight. "Alright. We can do that. Definitely," he says, his heart thumping harder in his chest because so many of those distracting daydreams were about exactly this. Getting to touch Michael, making him feel good. That's what he wants.

He's not nervous, but then again his hand feels jittery when he reaches over to unzip Michael's pants. But he easily slips his hand inside, rubbing the front of Michael's underwear. They are laying close enough that Eli can lean forward and press his lips back to Michael's.

Even though he'd been with a few women and was far from a virgin, Michael felt like one in that moment. His body went rigid in the best way at the first touch of Eli's hand on his cock, the thin barrier of his boxers didn't do much to lessen the warmth of his hand against him. He moaned against Michael's lips, arched a little into his touch, and slid his own hand down Eli's stomach to unzip and stroke in clear mimic of what Eli had just done to him.

He thought it had felt good, and it had, but this felt all kinds of better.

Eli shouldn't be surprised, everything about tonight has already been amazing, but now Michael has his hands on him. And it's more than Eli expects, he's done this before, but there's something about Michael that's new and exciting and different. Something he feels squeezing inside his chest, in a good way, in a really fantastic way. His body responds to Michael, his skin covering in goosebumps, his cock hardening in the movement of his palm, the muscles in his stomach tightening in pleasure. It's amazing...

That first touch catches a gasp in his throat and puts his other hand on Michael's shoulder pulling him closer. He strokes Michael again in a long slow rhythm, fingers teasing.

Better was starting to feel pretty damned amazing, Michael thought with what was left of his brain when Eli touched, stroked, and generally drove him to the brink and back again. He followed with his own strokes, thinking of what he liked and did the same to Eli. It was a benefit he'd never thought of before - rather than being utterly unsure if what he was doing felt good to the woman, he knew what felt good to him. Just like those few encounters, he listened to Eli - small moans and the way he was breathing - to make sure that it felt good to Eli, too.

After everything that happened last time, that Michael's into it, gasping and moaning, that he isn't holding back with Eli either, it only makes this better. Somehow this is everything, but also not enough if that's even possible. But tonight as long as MIchael wants him this way he wants him too. His lips fall away from Michael's as what he does starts to feel perfect, starts to make Eli's breathing grow a little louder. "Michael..." he gasps out, feeling like that sums up everything he's feeling. This man he just met, has barely known over a couple of months, but everything about him is driving Eli crazy. He doesn't want tonight to end, jus tlike Michael said. It's perfect. He bites at his lip, his own pleasure washing over him, but he lets his pace speed up wanting Michael to feel everything he is too.

He'll feel embarrassed about it later, but in the moment it just felt too damned good. And then, when Eli sighed out his name, he lost what little control he had over his own body. His breathing increased, his strokes along Eli's length got a little more frenzied, and Michael's body went rigid in orgasm. He couldn't even manage words, the only sound was a low, rumbling moan that came from the very depth of his soul. Or that's what it felt like, anyway. Even with his own release still causing aftershocks, he continued his attention towards Eli, leaning in to kiss him deeply.

“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."

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