That was a pretty counterproductive way to edge him toward speech. As it stood, once the sensation increased, he let out a loud moan into Eli's mouth, unable to help himself in face of the extra intensity of feeling. Everything else was a distant murmur in with the strong, constant stimulation of his nerves. He bucked his quivering body automatically, trying to arch into Eli above him to add something more to it, to do anything to get even closer to the man who was currently driving him to complete distraction.

The kiss was like wildfire and he did his best to return it, distraction turning into slow contemplative motions while he tried to remember how to reciprocate. Tried to remember how to breathe and to hold his breath, to cling to the feeling pervading him now. Soft grunts and moans came unbidden with every shift of motion around him, anything happening to ignite the flames coursing through him. There were no thoughts, there was no understanding, just feeling and safety and warmth.