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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]

“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.