His eyes were fluttering closed, a useless gesture that spoke of instinctive responses. It didn't matter if he was looking at Eli or not, and so he did not fight to keep his eyelids open; all the rest of his attention was on Eli anyway. Getting thoughts through the sparks jumping across his scalp, through his skull, into his brain and dancing down his spine was difficult and he didn't worry too much about that. Their kiss was welcome and he opened himself to Eli almost immediately, kissing deep and eager as he could with Eli guiding him by the hand in his hair. There was a low moan when Eli stopped, no motion made to move except for the occasional breath rocking his shoulders.

"Of course," he answered, clearly somewhat dazed. If this was what it was like to be owned, having attention and love and sensation piled onto him in return for his obedience, it would be crazy not to want it. "I can do that. Promise."