He has a split-second moment of lucidity where he gets that this probably isn't the best idea, that it might be piling bad move on top of bad move, but he doesn't care. It feels so damn good to kiss someone, hell, anyone, but he can't deny that part of him has wanted this for a while now.

His hand slides from Neil's chin up the line of his jaw to cup his cheek as he nods their mouths together harder, gently trying to get Neil's lips to part. Just a little. He's not sure what the fuck his intention is here, if he even has one at all.