Will's hands moved immediately, running up his sides, his stomach, his chest, palms warm and certain. Eli leaned down and kissed his jaw, his neck, feeling Will's breath quicken beneath him. He worked his way down, pressing open mouthed kisses along his collarbone, his chest, his stomach, feeling Will's abs tighten with every press of his lips.

"Eli—" Will's voice came out lower than usual.

Eli looked up at him from where he was, chin resting on his stomach. "Yeah?"

Will's jaw was tight, his chest rising and falling fast. "You don't have to—"

"I know I don't have to." Eli held his gaze. "I want to."

He pulled Will's...