Oh, that was even better. He dipped his head back into the hand as if encouraging it to hold on tighter. There was no fear or danger of Eli pulling the strands out entirely; he trusted Eli enough that actual damage wasn't even on his mind. He just wanted to feel it more, his slightly erratic breaths speaking to the anticipation. He just wanted to let Eli take more, as much as he desired.

His lips moved wordlessly at the prolonged, feather-light contact. He heard the words this time thanks to how much attention he was paying to Eli. The closeness of their bodies, their breaths combining, the heat radiating from his Dom, the leather of his jacket cocooning his arms, the sound of his voice. This was all Eli. "Yes," he said. Quicker this time than before. That's right, that's what he wanted. "Please."