The tug at his hair pulled a muffled grunt from James. He knew Eli didn't do it on purpose and all this must be a little overwhelming for him. Ah, but feeling that splatter made his heart stutter. It was hot and sticky on his hand as he continued to stroke them. His hips rolled with each downward stroke and the feel of Eli's hand on his pushed him even closer still.

"Just... a little more..."

Just a little longer with Eli in his lap, with those inexperienced fingers wrapped around his, the evidence of his orgasm dripping between them. A white-hot jolt of pleasure finally lanced through him and the steady pace of his stroke went staccato. James gasped for breath and choked on a moan as he came.