Eliot presses him into the wall hard, brick scraping against skin as he moans. It's like looking into a mirror, except for all the ways it isn't. This guy's just a little bit smaller, a little bit softer. Unscarred.

He nips at the pulse point, pleased at the way the other man reacts. Hips bucking as his fingers pull at Eliot's pants. Biting his lip to hold back the words that would undoubtedly sound like begging. He gives in when Eliot licks and bites his way into his mouth, taking hold of him.

Eliot's not sure he's never been so pleased making someone whimper.