Neil makes a noise, low and soft, as his eyes unfocus. It's different. It's totally different from fingers, or any time he's fucked, this slow, aching expanse of his body and the way that he can just take Caleb in. No need to think about relaxing or anything. He just takes it, the slightest resistance from things being new and unfamiliar.

He wraps his arms around Caleb's neck and clings to him, kissing him and his jaw and his neck.

"It's okay," he says. "It's okay if this round's quick."