Caleb shudders through his orgasm, even spills a bit more when he feels Neil's mouth on him. He pants sharply, head tilted back like he needs to open his throat more to get enough air.

And he is still hard, because Neil's arousal is a pressing thing, filling him up. God, fuck, it feels good.

"Here, up, c'mere," he mumbles, and hooks his hands under Neil's armpits to lift him bodily up into his lap. Then he pulls him into a sharp, sloppy kiss, while one hand dares to find its way between Neil's legs.