He was dimly grateful for the breaks for air, not only for the chance to breathe but the quick moment to keep wetting his mouth and his lips. It was an instinctive motion to the coming dryness of his throat and an intentional one to preserve the taste of Eli in his mouth. He didn't want anything to stop, simply wanted to preserve this moment forever. When something came over his ears, he hesitated for just a moment trying to place what was happening, to try and concentrate over all else to what was covering his hearing.

That was when he heard the heartbeat. It was impossible to tell if it was Eli's or his own rushing through his ears, but it was strong and quick and another rhythm joining in on the Symphony of Eli. His touch was everywhere through his body, his taste assaulting his mouth, the smell of a freshly-ended storm filling his nose, the sound of life and pleasure and harmony beating into his mind, the heat radiating and seeping into his own. He was completely encapsulated by Eli, not one single sense left untouched, and it was exhilarating, nothing left to do but exist in this state of singularity.