There's no buildup, no easing into it and bringing Neil up to a simmer--he knows he's already there, and he's too impatient by now. Every dip of his head is firm and deep, flicking at the underside with his tongue on the way back up, tasting the salty sweetness of precome in his mouth. He could make Neil come like this, he knows, but that's not what he wants. He wants Neil to come with Mike's dick buried balls-deep in his ass, pressed up against the rocks with his palms scraped and sore.

Just thinking about that makes him even harder.