Neil Perry (
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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.
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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"I thought it'd be fun," he says.
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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."
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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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He wraps his lips around the head, bobs up and down slowly, groaning softly around him. And he puts his hands on his chest, playing with his new, sensitive tits again. It drives a lovely noise out of him, vibrating along Caleb's cock in his mouth.
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"Fuck, Neil."
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He pulled back, pulled off with a pop, licking his lips and panting softly. "Do you wanna sit down? Your knees are shaking."
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This time, he lifts up and gently nudges at Caleb with his breasts. It's a little silly, but Neil does like the look of it, how Caleb's cock feels hot and and twitching against his skin.
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"Okay. O-okay, I'm. I get it. This is— hnn— th-this is good, too."
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"It feels good," he assures, because it does. Warm and now it's a growing friction that he can't stop now. "You can move a little. You can...you can fuck my tits, sweetheart."
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His stomach clenches as he gets closer to coming.
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"Feels good," he assures, soft, tender. "You look so good. Are you going to come for me, Caleb? I want you to make a mess of me. I know you'll still be hard afterwards, or in a minute. I want to feel it. Please."
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He's dripping. He can feel the mess of his arousal all over the inside of his thighs, slick and filthy and wonderful.
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And he is still hard, because Neil's arousal is a pressing thing, filling him up. God, fuck, it feels good.
"Here, up, c'mere," he mumbles, and hooks his hands under Neil's armpits to lift him bodily up into his lap. Then he pulls him into a sharp, sloppy kiss, while one hand dares to find its way between Neil's legs.
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The kiss takes him off guard, though it shouldn't. He's always surprised when someone wants to kiss him after he's sucked cock, and today is no different. But the nerves of it relax quickly and easily, and then wash away entirely as Caleb slides nervous fingers between his legs.
Neil groans. He reaches down and the urge to guide him is instinctive. He doesn't know what he's looking for. Friction. Density. Relief.
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Instead of worrying about that, he helps guide Caleb's fingers into him, feeling how his body accepts him. He's so slick and hot, and Caleb's fingers--they just slide in, two at once, almost no resistance at all.
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But that's not even something they've done before this happened. Fuck. Is he allowed to want that?
He curls his fingers inside him, like he can find that spot Neil taught him about. Do girl bodies even have that spot? Fuck. He should've paid more attention in health class.
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He tucks his head down, nuzzles against his cheek. He slides his fingers slowly down Caleb's chest, heading for his cock.
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"Maybe," he says, panting softly, getting more onto his back, "maybe more fingers? A little, um. A little more...r-roughly?"
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