With James' grip on the back of his neck, Eli couldn't get too far away. He tipped his head forward to rest their foreheads together, breathing out softly panted breaths as they continued to touch each other. It was almost like a sort of feedback loop, the act of stroking Eli and having his own dick stroked by the boy in turn. Those unsure fingers felt so good wrapped around him. And since Eli confessed his previous relationships hadn't lasted long, James could safely assume he was the first person Eli touched like this.

And that was thrilling.

For a moment more he simply enjoyed the heat of Eli's hand around him, that delicious friction it brought as it moved. But also that hot, hard length in his own hand. The one only James has touched. His hips rocked beneath Eli, pressing into his grip. James' every move was slow, steady, and exploratory. His lips sought out the boy's skin once more, trailing a line of soft kisses along his jaw to his ear.

"Tell me how you like to touch yourself."