Neil comes in close again, a slow movement in case Caleb decides its too much. He brings his hands up and slowly pulls his boxer briefs down, making a soft, needy noise as Caleb's cock springs forth.

He's so much bigger when Neil's small like this, when he's dainty and overwhelmed in all the best ways.

Hands up, Neil strokes him, slow, languid, leaning in to lick him from root to tip. He thinks having skin to skin with nothing slick but a bit of precome might be a little too much friction. Better to get him slick first.