He laughs quietly at that, the laugh devolving into a low moan as his fingers curl around his own dick, holding them together, jerking them together, slipping into an easy rhythm that almost seems to match with the roar in the air. His own touch at least half makes a decision for him and he gives in to Neil's tugging, seals their mouths together. If he's old, if he's at death's fucking door, it makes sense to get the most out of what he has.

He thinks he might like to get everything out of Neil that he possibly can.