He made a face at Eliot, laughing softly before tilting his head back and groaning softly. "Feelings mutual, Eliot." He mumbled, gasping when his adam's apple was sucked. He bit his lip, closing his eyes. "Need to get the lube if we're gonna take this much further."

He really didn't want to pull away though. He'd thrown the lube in the bedside table so he eyed the table for a moment, finally groaning and rolling off Eliot. He pulled the drawer open, snagging the bottle and smiling. "Get over here."