This boy, his visceral reactions, the way his dark lashes rested against flushed cheeks, those parted lips just begging to be kissed... This was the stuff that inspired poets from time immemorial. Love, beauty, lust, all of it. And, god, did he find Eli beautiful! His warm heart, his adoring eyes, his sharp mind. And yes, his nubile body, too. Eli was the sum of all these things.

A breathless sort of laugh slipped from James' lips and he gazed down with such fondness at his lover. "We're both lucky," he corrected. James let his eyes close for a handful of seconds. When they opened again, they were heavy-lidded and his eyes dark with an almost maddening desire. Being enveloped in Eli's hot, tight channel without moving in it was proving to be intolerable.

So he moved. One quick shift of his hips, pulling nearly free of Eli. James groaned as he felt the boy's body cling to his dick, pulling at that sensitive flesh as he withdrew. And then he snapped his hips forward, driving himself balls deep once more. This time, he didn't stop. He simply rocked his hips, keeping his cock buried inside Eli's body as he fucked him with short thrusts. It was just enough movement to create that delicious friction they both wanted.