He opened his mouth to say so, and found a slack mouth pushing against his for a sloppy kiss that tasted of himself and the sharp cotton tang where his boxers had chafed a little too tight inside his jeans since Rob had given him the clean result. He sighed, pulling on Rob’s shirt to try hauling him up onto the bed, and got his lip bitten for the effort.
“What d’you want?”
Rob’s voice was a low rasp, gentle in a way Eli rarely heard. Eli stroked his fingers over bare biceps and squeezed.
“You,” he whispered. “As deep as I can take you, with nothing between us. I just want to feel you, like…like it’s the first time all over again.”
Rob smiled against his cheek. “The first time was the toilets in Lion’s Lair.”
“The first time we fucked proper, that was a blowjob.”
“And that was in the back seat of my car.”
“Fine,” Eli murmured. “Like that time you tied me to your bed and spent over an hour just kissing me into coming. Like that time.”