Elijah had epic control when it came to lasting a while if needed, but he'd been aching a little since the first kiss. Ric's touch was electrifying, and his hips rocked slowly with the strokes. He was most certainly not objecting--Ric's hand was sure and steady and warm and Elijah was trembling a little with it.

When he found the rhythm and twists that turned Elijah on most, repeated them...Elijah let himself go, relaxing into it, into him. He could feel Ric there, with him, the intent behind the touches, and being held against him while Ric stroked somehow made it feel even more connected.

He moaned, letting one hand slide back to curl at Ric's hip, holding on to him for an anchor as his breath became unsteady.