His legs weren't strong enough to keep him up alone. Thankfully she was ready for him in more ways than one, and he keened in quiet distress when she wouldn't allow him some kind of pressure, some kind of anything that would help him stem the tide. His own hands were still bound as he wanted them to be, but that meant he couldn't do anything to help himself. He was at her mercy, and apparently she felt Eli's mercy would be greater than her own.

He did what he could when she had him kneeling, able to keep the position but not his posture judging by the way he leaned against her almost before she had even taken her own seat. It was edging on the side of pain mixed with pleasure, his body reacting so greatly to the opportunity that he wasn't shutting down for once, and he simply couldn't sit still with such a great stirring in his gut. He tilted his head, placing kisses along her jaw and trying to make his way back up to her lips, start something again to give him anything else to focus on. "Eli," he murmured once. He took a breath, tested out a wordless sound at a greater volume, then tried again without turning his head. "Eli. Please. Please, Eli."