The kiss lingers, stays deep and smearing, for several long breaths. It's just the noise of it, and Neil loves that. Messy, heavy breathing and the quiet smack of lips. Kissing never sounds good, but Neil always loves doing it. And Caleb is tall, broad, strong, and so very, very tender.

Neil lets the heat sink through him, rapid, building, because there's no sense in trying to hold it back. Even if he could, Caleb would still feel it, so it's just better to let it roll out of him.