Elijah followed him toward the bed, gently pushing him down on it when they got there and following him down, managing to not break the kiss. The twitch of Ric's cock made his breath catch and his own twitched in response. Now that they were naked and down, Elijah's focus was even more intent.

His fingers dragged up Ric's side, then back down to circle his hip. With a bit of a groan, he rolled his hips into Ric, dragging their cocks against each other. He kept kissing him, though, fascinated by the taste of him--the bourbon and the sheer...raw humanity, as it were. It was intoxicating. He hadn't kissed anyone this thoroughly in a while, and he was reveling in it.