James drank it in: the taste of Eli's lips, that quiet noise in his throat, the tension melting from him once again. He gave Eli a moment more to catch his breath before he twisted his fingers inside the boy. First one way, then the other. A few shallow thrusts followed, and then James finally spread his fingers to scissor inside that narrow channel. James' lips parted, eyes flicking up from his task to observe Eli's reactions. Unless he showed any distinct signs of discomfort or once more asked James to slow down, a third finger would soon join the other two.