He lets out a strained, impatient sound when he feels Neil's mouth and hands slide away, lifting his head, realizing only after it's too late to do anything about it that the pleading must be evident on his face.

Though there's a little spark of something else under it. One corner of his mouth crooks upward as he closes a hand around his dick, slick with spit.

"C'mon," he murmurs, one leg still up, spreading himself. "Or I might get bored or something."