Eli watched as the morning's rays crept between the slats of his blinds and gently wrapped the figure in front of him. Naked. Skin warm and sun-touched. His mind wasn't absorbing much at the moment, but every image and every sound of this burned into his mind and threatened to haunt his dreams.

"Spread your legs."

Slowly, Kevin parted his thighs, pushing his legs apart until they rested against the sheets. At the breeze around his nethers, his body twitched, and his fingers curled inwardly a bit. "Like this?"

Eli nodded, staying where he was, quietly letting himself burn inside out. He had imagined this, and he knew the real thing was going to be better. And Heavens, he was right.

Smiling sweetly at the approval, Kevin slid his hand down his stomach and held himself in a loose fist. His lips parted slightly at the touch, and his eyes fluttered shut, but he managed to peel them open after a moment. "What do I do next?"

Breathe in. Breathe out. "Grip a little tighter," Eli replied, "and move your hand up and down. Slowly now."

Nodding, Kevin held himself more tightly, eyes closing once more at the slightly firm grip. He didn't open them again, however. This way, he could imagine that it was Eli's hand around him. It was Eli touching him. Kevin let a hum leave him as he moved his wrist for an experimental tug. Two. Three. Gradually, his hips shifted against the sheets. "Eli..."

At that, Eli abandoned the plan of staying on his spot and talking Kevin through touching himself.

In between gasps for air, Kevin smiled at the feeling of lips against his sternum and a hand that he knew wasn't his own stroking him gently. Things like these were easier to understand when they were demonstrated, after all.