"Are you?" Neil asks. He's been filthy this whole time they've been dating. Frotting on the couch until Caleb's come as many times as he can stand, the first blow, the first time eating ass. Caleb was the first kiss, but Neil just has more general experience, which makes for more filth.

But that isn't the same as having his boyfriend lean down, kiss at your hips and thighs and clean the mess he left.

Neil squirms a little bit, his breath hitching already. Caleb's mouth is hot and wet as the rest of him is, and Neil can't get enough, especially as he lingers on the smeared mess of Neil's own orgasm.

"H-how do I taste?" he asks. "Different?"