Neil sits with his amusement, knowing that Caleb can feel it, letting it slide between them. The attention on his hips, the steady pressure of big hands and insistent thumbs is still relaxing more than it is turning him on--or maybe he just doesn't know what it feels like to be turned on like this? He's warm, and Caleb always has him feeling a bit more aware of himself.

With his face turned away from Caleb, he shuffles his hips back toward the touch of his hands a little more, and he lets out a slightly more deliberate noise, breathy and overcome and a little teasing.