Danny pauses when Eliot grips his wrist and the tight grip, not to mention the tone, draws a soft little moan from him. He bites his lip, lust oozing of him as Eliot steals the lube and he meets Eliot's eyes. His own eyes are dark with lust and he licks his lips before he tries to lean up and steal a kiss. "Oh... Fuck, yeah.."

The hand dragging over him earns Eliot more little moans and gasps and as Eliot teases his entrance he groans. Fuck he wants him to hurry up. To take him, claim him and fuck his brains out. "Yours." He groans. "Fuck. Fuck, Eliot, make me yours. Please." He squirms and shifts to spread his legs a little more, inviting.