Neil feels the movement through the bed, and he whimpers excitedly. He's nodding even before Caleb gets the question all the way out, letting out a soft, excitedly little yowl as Caleb grazes his teeth on his inner thigh like that. That's practically an orgasm right there.

"Yes," he says. He doesn't need to. Caleb must know, must feel that almost anxious, heady need and want, that overwhelming bloom of desire. He reaches down and pulls Caleb up to him so he can kiss him, hungry and desperate and feeling him hard and dripping against him.

"Please, Caleb." He's aware of how small and fragile he is like this, how much bigger Caleb is, and it puts a flush in him that just makes the want of it that much more.