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Michael lead the way up the stairs to his second floor apartment and dug out his keys when they approached his door. "I don't think it's all that messy, but no promises. It's the maid's year off," he joked with a smirk over his shoulder. "I dusted a few months ago, so it might not be that bad."

He opened the locks and pushed open the door, indicating that Eli should go ahead into the apartment before closing the door behind them.

After a quick look around, he sighed a little in relief. At least he'd remembered to clean up the kitchen when he'd gotten home from work so his breakfast dishes weren't still sitting there. That was, he thought, something.

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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."

The tension in his shoulders eased after that word. Incredible had never been a word he'd heard in bed. Usually, by this time, the woman was dressed and halfway out the door, never to be seen again. He found the muscles in his face and stretched them into a smile. "I was going to say mind-blowing," he said and turned to meet Eli's eyes, "but incredible works, too."

He reached up and stroked a finger down Eli's cheek.

"Either way---" Eli smiles up at him, the warmth and fulfilled feeling taking over, making his body feel boneless and tired. After a few seconds, Eli inches closer, curling into Michael's side, letting his arms wrap around him. Eli likes to be close after sex, just feeling the other person. With Michael it seems even more important, and better. His arms were made for him, or it feels that way somehow. He lays his head on Michael, kissing him a couple more times, on his chest and neck, glad that he already asked to stay the night because after this he doesn't see how he would want to leave. Eventually Eli goes still and he falls asleep thinking this is the best night he's ever had too.

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