Caleb shifted, kneeling up, before he finally pulled his fingers away from Seth to slick himself up impatiently. "Come here," he said, but he didn't wait for Seth to move so much as pull him up himself, manhandling him until Seth was kneeling in front of him and Caleb was pressed up close, his chest to Seth's back. "Tell me again, Jean-Paul. Tell me to fuck you," Caleb ordered, or maybe begged, mouth up against his ear, cock just against his entrance.