"You won't," Neil assures. Caleb's fingers, broad and gentle, sink into him and Neil's words turn into a sighing moan. It's slow but glorious, and Neil moves his hips to explore the sensation.

He's so full. He can feel the thud of his pulse. It makes him blush and squirm, seeking more, deeper, faster. He clings to Caleb's free arm, fingers tight on his skin. Everything is rushing at him now, quicker than expected.

"Oh," he sighs, and then it's a gasping repetition, louder with each utterance, until he's wailing as he comes, moving his hips urgently on Caleb's fingers.