James' hand slipped away from Eli's face, reaching for the cup in his hands to set it aside. Now warmer from the mug of tea, his hand returned to Eli's cheek and he leaned in for a deeper kiss. When he pulled back, Eli's lipstick was smeared even more. The way he looked was how James imagined he would in his fantasy about fucking in Eli's club.

"The way you look right now makes me want you so much, Eli."