"Soft, and warm," Neil says, laughing a little. He bends his head down and licks the precome from the head of Caleb's cock, sucking that filthy, wonderful fluid into his mouth.

"It feels good," he assures, because it does. Warm and now it's a growing friction that he can't stop now. "You can move a little. You can...you can fuck my tits, sweetheart."