The kiss steals away what little breath he still has but he still manages to make a rough sound into it, hot and loose and needy--they haven't kissed like this, because they've still been trying to take things slow and really?

Fuck slow. Just fuck it.

"I'll do anything you fucking want," he says, and everything in him clenches and releases in a way that makes him want to sob. He doesn't. Neil's cock sliding back into his mouth like it's fucking meant to be there is enough distraction from how his heart is cracking open.