shadows_have_offended | [Aug 15] The sun, the moon, and stars

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[Aug 15] The sun, the moon, and stars | for Caleb

He might be avoiding Caleb, just a little bit. Not quite. Still answering texts and everything, but since he woke up like this, a little shorter, a little different--well, it's a weird situation, and he already had to spend so much time convincing the director of the Shakespeare shows that they really didn't need to pull in the understudy, he could still do it just fine.

But then Caleb asks if Neil wants to come over, and Neil can't say no to that. He can't. There's no way to blow him off. It's after rehearsals and he has nothing else to do for two days, and he's come up with every other conceivable excuse up to this point.

So a weird thing happened and you can't freak out or laugh about it, okay? But I'll be over soon.

It takes him a little while to get there, coming from the park and walking, but he needs the walk to steel himself to the possibility that, even if he's warned Caleb, he might get a rude reception. He doesn't think he will--but you never know.

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The touch hitches through him, an unfamiliar sort of jolt, and heat works quickly over Neil's cheeks. He curls his toes, shifts and squirms. Bites his lip a little bit so that he can keep quiet for a moment.

It won't be for long. There's a distinct sort of tingling heat pooling between his thighs, making him blush more and more with each second, and every swipe of thumb and feelings has his nipples hard and aching for more, has his stomach quivering, has him softly panting for breath.

"Oh."

"Fuck," Caleb gasps. His hips jerk up towards Neil. "Oh, fuck, you like that. Okay. More of that?" He moves his other hand closer, gently but firmly running his thumbs over both of Neil's nipples now. "Should, should I, um. U-use my mouth?"

"Um. Yes?" Neil laughs a little. "It's my first time."

It's been a couple years since he could say that. But Caleb's hands are big and strong and Neil lifts his to cover them, to guide a grip on his breasts, a squeeze that rocks pleasure through him feverishly.

"Yeah, let's try with your mouth too," he says, voice small and soft and curious. "And you can...teeth..."

He bites his lip and nods. He leans forward, pressing his mouth to Neil's skin. First, just the skin of his breast, but he kisses his way towards the nipple. It's just like when they're messing around normally. They play with each other's nipples, tease and see what gets them going. Except now Neil's chest is softer, fuller, and his nipples incredibly, incredibly sensitive. He teases him now, with lips and tongue and even a little teeth on one side, fingers on the other.

Neil whines softly as Caleb starts to explore him, as each little brush of fingers and mouth builds in him. Everything is slow and gentle, and Neil appreciates that. But now he's almost aching.

He can feel the slick warmth between his thighs and he whimpers a little bit as he rubs himself against Caleb, encouraging everything he's doing.

Caleb moans softly, then draws back to look up at him. "I, I want—" he gasps, then swallows. "I want to touch you. Can I? Neil. Neil."

"You are touching me," Neil teases, rolling his hips, panting desperately. He's almost there--already? Christ. "God, yes. Whatever--yeah. Whatever you want. Wherever you want."

"Fuck," he breathes. "Your fucking voice."

He kisses over Neil's chest, sucks a hickey where his breast meets the flatter plane of his sternum. In the month they've been really exploring things together, Caleb's gotten better at holding off. He still slips, and right now, it feels like it might be one of those times. Neil's arousal is a different shape like this, not what he's used to, and he can feel himself spilling precome in his pants.

The lovely, aching bruise of the hickey is what it takes. Neil squeaks and wails, arching, shivering. It's the fastest he's gotten off since one of the first times he fooled around, and the sudden rush of it is exhilarating.

"Don't stop," he gasps. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...!"

Caleb moans, hips jerking. He doesn't stop, nipping at Neil's skin and grinding up against him while they both come. He kisses up Neil's neck, nips his jaw. He whimpers softly, holding him close.

He can feel, through the layers of shorts and underwear, how he twitches, and he whines a little bit. It's a happy, elated noise as he clings to Caleb and rides the wave of it.

It's not diminishing. It diminishes, but he's still hot all over.

"Oh," he sighs, nuzzling. "Can you still feel that? How's that...feel? I feel like I could keep going..."

Caleb nods, breathless and amazed. "That's, that's what it's like," he gasps out. "When we're, it doesn't, doesn't stop. God, you feel good." He pulls Neil into a sloppy kiss, and his hands move down to Neil's waistband. Fuck, he wants to touch him. He wants to play with his nipples until he comes again. He wants to fuck him, long and slow.

He wants so much.

Neil kisses back, squirming and sighing and happy to get anything and everything. Caleb's hands, big and warm, move on his body, and he shivers under the attention. And when he breaks the kiss, he just whines for a second.

"Can we go to the bedroom?" he asks softly, voice small and needy.

"Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah, we can." He shifts, cupping his hands under Neil's ass so he can stand. God, Neil weighs nothing like this. It's so easy to carry him into the bedroom. He hesitates at the bed, though. "Do you... want to stay on top?"

Neil squeals as Caleb picks him up like that, a shrill, happy noise. He clings to him, laughs, holds tight. And as they go, he showers Caleb's face with happy, excited kisses, grinning the whole time.

They reach the bedroom, the bed, and Neil considers.

"I want you to put me down for a second," he says. "So we can get naked?"

"Right, right," he says, still grinning from the shower of kisses. He lowers Neil to the bed, then leans back so he doesn't accidentally, like, punch him in the face while he starts unbuttoning his own shirt.

Neil helps, as much as he can help. Mostly he's just in the way. The shirt. Caleb's shorts. His own shorts. He wiggles out of those still sitting on the bed, peeling them down to reveal the panties he's wearing underneath, stained wet at the crotch from his arousal.

After he's dropped his shorts off, he scoots off the bed, onto his knees, in front of Caleb and smiles up at him. So sweetly, almost innocently. It's not the first time he's been there, just the first time he's looked like this. It's a day of firsts.

Caleb giggles a little every time he has to navigate around Neil. He slows down once his shorts are off, once Neil's on his knees, and he blushes. He combs his fingers into Neil's hair. It's longer, like this, but still the same texture, the same warm, dark brown he's grown so familiar with.

"Want me to sit on the bed? Stay here?"

"Like this is good," Neil says, soft and low, as he lifts his hands to feel the shape of Caleb's cock in his boxer briefs. It's the same familiar shape as always, except that now his fingers are smaller, more dainty against the lovely size of him.

He straightens up a little, and he's just tall enough that he can rub the mound of his breasts against that straining bulge.

Caleb takes a deep breath when he starts touching him, but the shape of Neil's breasts against his dick is new. He looks down at him, eyes going wider.

"Oh my god, what," he whispers. Where the fuck did Neil even think of this?

Neil pauses, leaning back a little bit and looking up at Caleb with a slightly shocked look on his face. "Is that--no?"

"Wh— no, nonono," Caleb assures. "I just, I-I wasn't expecting it, and— where did you, like, how did you..." He stops, puffing out a breath. "Not a no," he finishes lamely.

Neil sort of shrugs. He's seen porn--watched even straight porn because of the guys in it--and there's been a bit of this. It didn't even really cross his mind until he was there, he was kneeling there and thinking of how plush his chest is and how hard Caleb is even after his first round.

"I thought it'd be fun," he says.

Having tried porn for all of thirty seconds, himself, Caleb has never seen something like this. He's heard gross stories in the locker rooms, guys wanting to come on their girlfriend's tits, or something, but the feelings had always been squeaky and slimy, and he'd tried to avoid listening.

This... doesn't feel like that. This is him and Neil, and Neil is curious and excited and still aroused, and Caleb is all of those things, too.

He nods.

"Okay. Yeah." He blushes again, just a little, but smiles. "Yeah."

Neil comes in close again, a slow movement in case Caleb decides its too much. He brings his hands up and slowly pulls his boxer briefs down, making a soft, needy noise as Caleb's cock springs forth.

He's so much bigger when Neil's small like this, when he's dainty and overwhelmed in all the best ways.

Hands up, Neil strokes him, slow, languid, leaning in to lick him from root to tip. He thinks having skin to skin with nothing slick but a bit of precome might be a little too much friction. Better to get him slick first.

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