Every point of contact was electrifying. Eli's fingers in his hair left James' scalp tingling. His skin felt hot every place they touched and beads of sweat began to dot James' brow and body. He gripped Eil's thigh with enough force to turn the skin red. Time melted around them as James continued. Each movement was long and deep, pulling low moans and sighs from James as went.

Eventually, his steady pace quickened. The couch bed began to creak beneath them, adding to the chorus of James' panting out Eli's name between hot, desperate kisses. He pushed in deep and began to thrust shallow so as much of his cock was inside Eli as could be while still maintaining that delicious friction James' craved.