Elijah loved that little growl, far more than he would have expected, so much so, in fact, that it pulled a moan out of him and a harder stroke of his fingers, repeating the movement that had gotten it for him.

As Ric moved more urgently, Elijah gave in to that urgency, as well, moving faster, a bit more suction, his tongue swirling around the tip with each stroke.

And never took his eyes of Ric, either.