God Eli is so sexy. The way he squirmed in anticipation, the way those dark eyes peered up at him full of want and eagerness. James' eyes follow his tongue as it darts over his lips and he finds his throat suddenly tight. Swallowing hard, he exhales a long breath and begins to press himself inside Eli. He goes slower than (probably) either of them want, ensuring that the process isn't too uncomfortable for Eli.

As he sinks deeper, James' eyes flutter and his lips part in a low groan. He leans in more, pressing Eli's thighs firmly against the boy's chest. Even without first-hand personal experience, he knows the boy's flexible. He's a dancer, after all, and he has witnessed some of that skill when James saw him at the club.

Once he's fully seated in that tight channel, James pauses to catch his breath. Had he breathed at all while pushing against the natural resistance of Eli's body? Prying his eyes open, he gazes down at Eli's face, drinking in the way subtle differences in how he looks with James' cock buried inside him.

"You feel so good," he pants out.