"So I shouldn't stop?" He presses in with his lips brushing neil's ear, working himself into a slow, hard grind in time with his hand, pushing himself closer, hoping he's pulling Neil along with him. He wants to stay close like this, almost every inch pushed together, but he has to pull back because suddenly he wants to see Neil's face, that expression like he's lost somewhere, like he's just taken a bite of something overpoweringly sweet.

"Christ, just look at you," he breathes, not even really meaning Neil to hear.