He presses up under Neil's hands but it's just a token resistance, just enough to get Neil to hold him more firmly, letting out a hard sigh with his arms stretching back over his head. Neil's mouth is hovering everywhere except where it really needs to be, and he clenches his fists in the sheets to keep from grabbing him and forcing his head down.

"Such a tease," he mutters, and laughs. "C'mon, I'm going to war. Be nice to me."