His hand stilled. A moment later, he pulled his wrist in the opposite direction, testing the give that Eli would allow. He picked his motion back up, somewhat shakier this time, but seemed more focused now. Somewhat more centered. There was a light, near inaudible rumble in his throat when Eli pressed himself there. It was appreciative. His other arm shifted up so that it could rest along the hollow where shoulder met neck.

"Okay." That made sense. He remembered that. Then why had he been asking about it? Stupid. "I like your jacket," he said. There was a pause. "On you. It's very... strapping."