Come on-a my house, my house-a come on! | for Caleb

[shadows_have_offended]

It's a good night, good cheer, and Neil's that sort of lovely exhausted that's too full of energy to be tired. And he meant what he said before they left the park, that he was so disgustingly sweaty that he barely knows what to do with himself.

But Caleb's been snuggled up on him all through disgusting, fatty, greasy food, so clearly he's not offensive.

It takes almost no convincing to get Caleb to take him back to his place--he doesn't know if Rosie is going to be home, or at Charlie's or Sabrina's, but he drops her a line that he's with Caleb and will be out all night--and as soon as he's through the door, he plasters himself up against his boyfriend to give him a much deeper, much more thorough kiss than any he'd planted on him out in public since Caleb picked him up.

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[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb grins, taking the gentle weight of Neil's lean easily.

"Am I?" he teases. "Maybe I should start slacking off a little. Don't want your expectations to be too high."

[shadows_have_offended]

"Don't you dare," Neil starts, a teasing whine of protest as he leaned even more into Caleb's bulk behind him. He sighed, content. The warm water and dutiful attention was enough to have him unspooling. Now, his hands wandered on Caleb a little bit. Teasing and coaxing.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb hums. He wraps his arms around Neil's middle, pulling him close and smoothing soap into his belly and hips.

"I wouldn't," he assures.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil hums, purrs, as Caleb wraps him in his arms and holds him close like that. It's wonderful, to be small and held. Probably the best part of this whole process, how delicate he feels and how easy it is to feel like that.

He angles, a little bit, to encourage Caleb to clean between his legs as well.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb grins. He slides his hand down, fingers slotting in the space between Neil's thigh and crotch, first on one side, then the other. He carefully avoids the space between his legs otherwise as he presses chaste kisses to Neil's neck and shoulder.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil whines softly, squirming and wiggling, running his nails over Caleb's arms and then back onto his stomach for a moment as well. It's a teasing touch as well. Especially when he rolls and wiggles and teases his hips to try and give Caleb a little something to rub against.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb hums a laugh, but it's a little breathless. He nudges his dick against Neil's ass, but his focus isn't on that just yet. Instead, he focuses on Neil, on working the day out of him and making him feel good.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil allows it for a moment, enjoying the tender touch, the affection and attention that comes with it. But it turns into a quiet bit of whining after not too long. He wants it too badly. The tension of the day has turned into a different sort of tension entirely, a hunger instead, boiling up in him and urging him to rub and squirm against Caleb's body.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb hums a low sound when Neil starts moving. The arousal is like a shot inside him, and he lowers his mouth to Neil's shoulder.

"Like this?" he asks, pressing more firmly against him.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil sighs. It's almost a moan, just that quiet, breathless noise as Caleb gets a little bit more bold in the touch, as he gets closer, as they fit together. He nods, wet hair swaying a little bit as he leans back into Caleb's body.

Gently, he guides Caleb's fingers against him. Not just against his thighs but against those sweet, slick folds of his cunt.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb slides his fingers against Neil's clit. It'd be so easy to shift, just a little, and slide into him. He groans, a soft, hungry sound.

"Can— S-should I—?"

It's unfair that doing this always gets him so fucking worked up.

[shadows_have_offended]

The feeling of Caleb's cock is deliciously overwhelming, the heavy, hot twitch of him a wonderful brand against his skin and the glorious wet of the shower on his front, soothing away every ache and pain.

Neil arches his back slightly, lifts slightly onto his toes, and reaches behind himself to guide Caleb in a teasing slide against him.

"We could get in bed, if that's easier."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb wants to argue — to point out what Neil had said not so very long ago, about having to clean back up, after. But his brain is starting to short circuit. All he can feel is the sharp, singing need of Neil's arousal and the jolts of pleasure Caleb is sending through him. He moves, just enough, and slides into him.

[shadows_have_offended]

The press of him, slow and filling, drives a needy noise out of Neil. He braces a hand against the shower tile to brace so that they can move against each other, an easy movement that can build easily.

"Christ, you feel good," he gasps, squeezing around him. "You're so good, Caleb."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"You," he answers, even if it doesn't make sense. He presses a hot, smearing kiss against Neil's shoulder and starts fucking into him. His fingers still on Neil's clit, but only because he's currently having a hard time doing more than one thing at a time.

[shadows_have_offended]

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.