When his eyes catch Neil's his breath leaves him entirely for a second or two. What he sees there... it's like a mirror reflection of what he feels, but seeing on Neil's face stuns him. Everything there he wants to hold onto and protect, nurture, even as his hands are rough with him. He lets out a tiny shuddering sigh, leans in and catches Neil's mouth in a kiss that's gentle and almost out of place in context.

"Fucked me right here," he breathes when he pulls back again, glances up and he sees the fern, a little green tendril clinging to the rock. "Just like this." And he adds a second finger to the first, pushing in hard and feeling Neil's muscles strain and start to give.