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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Together, they sort of fumble it out. Rubbing, exploring. It would probably be easier if he wasn't over top of Caleb, but he also doesn't want to spook Caleb by having to look at what he's doing, and that's fine too.

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.

"Oh my god," Caleb breathes. "Fuck. I-I thought it was just, just a s-saying. But you're so fucking wet. Fuck, Neil." He moves his fingers in him, fucking him slowly. He wants that on his dick, he wants to fuck Neil so badly right then.

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.

Neil whines a little, a breathless noise of pleasure and overwhelmed enjoyment. Caleb's never filthy like this, but Christ, now he's managed to find it, Neil feels a little twitch and pulse around his fingers.

He tucks his head down, nuzzles against his cheek. He slides his fingers slowly down Caleb's chest, heading for his cock.

"Oh my god," he whispers again. He turns his head to press biting kisses to Neil's jaw. He murmurs Neil's name, over and over, like a prayer. God, this is good. It's not better or worse than their usual, just different, and it's fucking good.

"Yeah," Neil sighs. He slides slightly sideways, off Caleb's body but not away from him. He hooks his heel against him, encouraging him, trying to draw him close as he keeps stroking him slowly.

"Maybe," he says, panting softly, getting more onto his back, "maybe more fingers? A little, um. A little more...r-roughly?"

Caleb swallows hard, slowing his fingers. He looks at him, settling over him with an elbow by his head. "A-are you sure? I-I don't want to... hurt you." He bites his lip, then adds a third finger, because he can at least do that.

"You won't," Neil assures. Caleb's fingers, broad and gentle, sink into him and Neil's words turn into a sighing moan. It's slow but glorious, and Neil moves his hips to explore the sensation.

He's so full. He can feel the thud of his pulse. It makes him blush and squirm, seeking more, deeper, faster. He clings to Caleb's free arm, fingers tight on his skin. Everything is rushing at him now, quicker than expected.

"Oh," he sighs, and then it's a gasping repetition, louder with each utterance, until he's wailing as he comes, moving his hips urgently on Caleb's fingers.

Caleb gasps sharply. He moves his fingers in time with Neil's hips, and as Neil's body is wracked with pleasure, so is Caleb's. He ruts against Neil's thigh as he comes again, biting kisses to his collarbone.

As Neil comes down, Caleb slows his fingers in him. He nuzzles his jaw, presses a kiss there, then finds his mouth for a slow, sloppy kiss.

The feeling of more come on his skin pushes a sweet second sort of wave through him. He doesn't really come again so much as his body cascades slightly, overwhelmed with glorious pleasure as Caleb chews gently on him, kisses at him, and marks him up like that.

He kisses him back when he comes up for that lovely kiss. Neil's down now, but he knows he could get worked up again.

"I-is three the limit right now?" he teases, smiling and winding his arms around Caleb's shoulders.

Caleb laughs softly. He slides his fingers out of Neil and rests his hand on Neil's hip.

"D'you want it to be?" he asks back. He's pretty sure he could go again, if he thought Neil wanted to. "I could clean us up a little, we could catch our breath. Or..." He kisses him again, teasing, playful, filthy. "We could see what the limit is."

Neil shivers. Caleb's fingers are messy and warm and Neil loves it.

"I...wouldn't mind having you clean me up a little bit," he admits. He cards his fingers into Caleb's hair and tugs, gently, just the most gentle thing. "But I don't want you to get up..."

Caleb smiles and nudges their noses together.

"Well... My ability isn't telekinesis, so... Either I get up, or I... fuck, I dunno, lick you clean." He laughs as he says it, because it's a joke.

Neil blushes, because Caleb's laughing about it. He laughs too. He smiles a little bit. "I guess I have to let you up, then, don't I?"

He doesn't want to, but Caleb's laughing it off, so time to let him up and stretch, he supposes.

Neil laughs, but his feelings aren't in it. There's a flash of disappointment, glittering along the edges like hope. Caleb leans back, just a little. "Neilseph," he says, pretending to be scandalized. The smile remains, but he blushes a little and says, "Do you... want me to lick you clean?"

"You don't have to," Neil says, quick, urgent, worried that Caleb might find it disgusting. It's not like it's Neil's come, after all. Well, not mostly. He's got a little bit of mess right between his thighs, but the mark of come on his skin was Caleb's.

Caleb's beautiful, beautiful come.

"We can wipe down or take a shower or something."

Caleb's eyebrows go up, but he's still smiling.

"Hey, no, if you want it, you got it, Babe," he says. "I'm just surprised you're so fucking filthy." He takes a quick, chaste peck of Neil's lips, then, still grinning, he moves down Neil's body, towards his hips.

He places a wet kiss on Neil's hop before continuing to the smudge of come that he'd left there just a few minutes ago. It's not like he's never tasted his own come before. Fuck, even just in the last thirty minutes, he'd kissed Neil after Neil had swallowed his load. But he's never actively sought it out, either, so he laves a long stripe over the spot. Then he goes back over it, this time with wet, sucking kisses.

He moves to the opposite hip, next, where he'd tested his fingers after pulling them out of Neil. He pays careful attention to that spot, making sure he doesn't leave any behind.

"Are you?" Neil asks. He's been filthy this whole time they've been dating. Frotting on the couch until Caleb's come as many times as he can stand, the first blow, the first time eating ass. Caleb was the first kiss, but Neil just has more general experience, which makes for more filth.

But that isn't the same as having his boyfriend lean down, kiss at your hips and thighs and clean the mess he left.

Neil squirms a little bit, his breath hitching already. Caleb's mouth is hot and wet as the rest of him is, and Neil can't get enough, especially as he lingers on the smeared mess of Neil's own orgasm.

"H-how do I taste?" he asks. "Different?"

"Good point," Caleb says with a laugh. He playfully bites Neil's hip, then inches towards his crotch. He teases him, there, dropping gentler kisses just under where his underwear had sat, and licks where Neil's thighs meet his body.

When Neil asks how he tastes, Caleb's face flushes — but not with embarrassment. He hums thoughtfully.

"Let's find out," he says.

That's all the warning Neil gets before Caleb licks into his slit. First just an upward stripe, but then he finds Neil's clit, and suckles lightly on it.

Neil's gasp is high and breathless, turning quickly into a filthy, whining noise. Caleb's mouth is hot, somehow hotter than it is when it's on his cock, and he squirms recklessly as his boyfriend licks and sucks at him.

"Oh, fuck." The words are a long sigh of pleasure. If he thought he might have been tired from two quick orgasms, that was passed now. Now, it was back now, that insatiable sort of building. He gasps and moans Caleb's name, hooking his knees over his shoulders.

Caleb can feel Neil's arousal, squirming into his body, hot and slick as the cunt in front of his face. He moans against him, but tries to focus on what he's doing, tasting, feeling, not what Neil's sending him.

He wants to hang on.

He wants to fuck him.

Neil's clit is hard and hot against his tongue. He almost laughs as he struggles to figure out how to tease it properly. But he can feel, at least, when Neil likes what he's doing, and he uses that.

Neil feels like he's making a pretty good show of letting Caleb know exactly what feels good. They're figuring it out together, a fumbling, awkward limitation of their skill. Neil's never done this with a girl, so he can't make recommendations; Caleb is just doing whatever seems good, and that's more than enough.

He's wet and slick and throbbing and that's more than enough. Has him panting and squirming, gripping Caleb by the hair, gasping Caleb's name. Neil knows Caleb must be hard again.

It's not enough. It's too much. All of it is amazing.

Caleb moans against him, hips grinding against the bed. It takes all of his will to pull away.

"Neil. Neil, can I...?" He gasps and turns to bite Neil's thigh, like it'll ground him. "I wanna... I want to fuck you."

Neil feels the movement through the bed, and he whimpers excitedly. He's nodding even before Caleb gets the question all the way out, letting out a soft, excitedly little yowl as Caleb grazes his teeth on his inner thigh like that. That's practically an orgasm right there.

"Yes," he says. He doesn't need to. Caleb must know, must feel that almost anxious, heady need and want, that overwhelming bloom of desire. He reaches down and pulls Caleb up to him so he can kiss him, hungry and desperate and feeling him hard and dripping against him.

"Please, Caleb." He's aware of how small and fragile he is like this, how much bigger Caleb is, and it puts a flush in him that just makes the want of it that much more.

Caleb is swearing softly, flushed and hard and fucking needy. He's too gone to feel nervous, so he grips his dick and uses his hand to line himself up. He presses in, and Neil's tight, but he's hot and fucking good.

He goes as slowly as he can, body trembling.

"God, fuck," he gasps.

Neil makes a noise, low and soft, as his eyes unfocus. It's different. It's totally different from fingers, or any time he's fucked, this slow, aching expanse of his body and the way that he can just take Caleb in. No need to think about relaxing or anything. He just takes it, the slightest resistance from things being new and unfamiliar.

He wraps his arms around Caleb's neck and clings to him, kissing him and his jaw and his neck.

"It's okay," he says. "It's okay if this round's quick."

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