"Think you got that backwards, sweetheart." He's moving them in rhythm now, still slow, getting harder, gripping Neil's thigh with one hand and pushing his legs farther apart. There was lube in the bag and now it's lying in the grass somewhere beside them, but just now he can't be bothered to fumble for it.

He lets his fingers slip away from Neil's mouth again, leaning in to suck at his bottom lip and edging it with teeth. But not hard. If nothing else, he doesn't have room to get as rough here as he might otherwise like to.

Not that that's a problem.