He barely had time to feel bad that he'd woken his boyfriend up when he was eaten alive by that kiss. Something he truly had no problem with as he pressed himself to James, only mournful of the fact that they had to separate long enough for the man to get his shirt off of him. Moaning into the contact when it came back, he buried his hands under James' shirt to curl his fingers and give him light scratches.

As easy as it would be to get his shirt off too, he didn't want to break the kiss again so soon. So Eli occupied himself with just dragging his hands over that wonderfully hard body until he brought his hands back to his own hips.

Dropping the rest of his clothes to the ground, he sighed happily. Now he would be able to feel those hands all over him at any point and never have to worry about fabric getting in the way.