"Always so fucking impatient." He bites down hard at the edge of Neil's collarbone, giving his cock a correspondingly hard squeeze. It's not that he feels like he has to keep control, not that he even wants it as much as he used to... but it's still sweet. And the sounds Neil makes are still so perfect.

He reaches out of the bag, finds the tube in the grass by touch, gives Neil's hip a shove. "On your side, then."

There are any number of ways he could do this, and this isn't even necessarily the most practical, but he wants it deep. Maybe even needs it. A little.