"God, stop talking." One hand curled around Neil's dick and stroking firmly, the fingers of his other pushing past Neil's lips, rough pads against his tongue. Now that they're in the sleeping bag, skin to overheated skin, cold isn't anything like a problem, and he rolls on top, pressing Neil down with his body. He's not aiming for his dick to line up so neatly with Neil's but it does, and his breath catches as he grinds them slowly together.

"Unless you're gonna start begging."