"Maybe I--" he starts, and then the words melt away into a kind of laughing moan as his hips stutter upward, wanting more of what Neil's tongue is promising. One hand slips out of his control and downward, fingers combing into Neil's hair and palm cupping the back of his head. "More of that," he breathes, and his eyes flutter closed. "Please."

Yeah, he'll beg. Yeah, he'll probably do just about anything. God.