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[doctorprescott]

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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[elidixon]

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.

[doctorprescott]

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.

[elidixon]

“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."

[doctorprescott]

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.

[elidixon]

"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.