There are no more words. Just a gasps, awed sort of noise, Neil tilting his head back and whining pathetically and rapturously as he moves in conjuncture with the way that Caleb starts to build up in speed.
It turns into a chanting sort of praise, almost begging. He digs his knees into the bed as well, on either side of Caleb's hips, so they both have room to move.
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There are no more words. Just a gasps, awed sort of noise, Neil tilting his head back and whining pathetically and rapturously as he moves in conjuncture with the way that Caleb starts to build up in speed.
It turns into a chanting sort of praise, almost begging. He digs his knees into the bed as well, on either side of Caleb's hips, so they both have room to move.