Everything is even more sensitive than before, and Caleb's mouth is hot and wet and amazing. It's probably too much, probably already put him over the edge or off into oblivion, but he was tight around Caleb in the first place and the sweet pleasure of it all just keeps going.

He clings to Caleb's pillows, all stretched out to the attention, making himself as long and open as he possibly can so Caleb has a view every time he unburies himself and takes a look.

"God," he gasps. "God, Christ, Jesus. Caleb. Caleb...!"