"Right, like you're not pretty much always like this." But Neil's right, and squeezing some lube onto his fingers is a little bit of a tricky affair - but lying along Neil's back, fingers pushing into the cleft of his ass and then one slick finger pressing into him, the close quarters don't really seem to matter anymore.

"Jesus," he breathes, hot against the nape of Neil's neck, kissing along his hairline. "You can't ask me to skip this."