He was all too eager to meet the kiss, body arching into it where his head could not move for the hands in his hair. Tingling from both sides from different sources inspired a moan of his own, moving into small gasps and grunts between the few seconds he could get a breath within the kiss, sounds without filter of trying to make himself seem stoic or cool or in control. He was eager, though not anything speaking of a frantic pace as last time, and every now and then his tongue would dart out to swipe at Eli's lips and take in the taste and spark. He nibbled, teased, kept any kind of contact for as long as he could. He wanted everything Eli deemed fit to give him, from the hands on his chest to the lips against his and anything in between.

The only question was: could he be giving more back? He hoped that this was enough. Enough that Eli was pleased in return, knew that he was doing his best to get this right. He needed to be good where he hadn't gotten it right before.