"Right here." He lets out a quiet sound, not quite a moan, and presses a hand against Neil's chest, pushing him down onto the sleeping bag with one leg hooked over his thigh. There are a lot of clothes to take off, some maneuvering to do, and if he thinks too hard about this he might have to face how much of a Tom fucking Hobbes thing this is to do... but he slides a hand down between Neil's legs, the heel of his palm against the hardening flesh he can feel there, and he doesn't have to do a lot more in the way of thinking.

He kisses a slow line down Neil's throat, starting light. His hand isn't light, though. His hand is very direct.

"We finally get this built, I'm fucking you in every goddamn room."