Neil doesn't mind that Caleb's not rubbing at him. If anything, it's better that way. He lifts on his toes and rocks back and forth, legs trembling, as Caleb fucks him with wonderful, growing fervor. Every stroke feels amazing.

He refuses to stay quiet about it. It starts out with panting, sighing, little whines, but it doesn't take long before he's crying out with desperate, heady pleasure, all of his begging broken up with Caleb's name.