"No, it's not." Getting his shoes and pants off is a fumbling mess, hands everywhere and actually losing track of whose is whose at the same time as he's arching forward against Neil's hands and losing his mind a little bit more and at the end of it he's kicking the last of it away, crawling forward and shoving Neil back onto the mattress, biting gently at a nipple as he strips Neil out of what's left of his own clothes.

How exactly can he still use his hands at all? He's not even sure.

"'Cause I'm gonna fucking win."