Neil helps, this time, but most of the effort of getting him onto the bed is still Caleb's strength. That makes Neil breathless still; he doesn't think he'll ever not be breathless about Caleb's strength.

The kiss takes him off guard, though it shouldn't. He's always surprised when someone wants to kiss him after he's sucked cock, and today is no different. But the nerves of it relax quickly and easily, and then wash away entirely as Caleb slides nervous fingers between his legs.

Neil groans. He reaches down and the urge to guide him is instinctive. He doesn't know what he's looking for. Friction. Density. Relief.