Caleb moves a little, just a little, and then he's still, and Neil whines in such a way that it's a demand, frustration and desperation oozing off of him with every hitching, wild breath.

He pulls away from Caleb, bites his lip as he feels him pull out with the filthy pop that's more sensation than noise, and then he pushes Caleb up gently. It's easy to follow after, to climb onto his lap and reach down to stroke him and guide him back in.

The angle is totally different. Neil can't remember the last time he fucked front to front like this, and he blushes. Don't think about it now. Instead, he focuses on how deep Caleb feels in him, how hot, how full everything feels.

"You don't have to hold back." Neil's voice trembles with pleasure. "I...I don't want you to hold back."