"I'm nice. I'm... real fucking nice." He's panting with every thrust, pants deepening into groans, sweat beading on his skin even with the cold outside. He's still jerking at Neil's cock, rough, hard, but increasingly clumsy as he struggles to hang on. This is an edge that he always struggles to walk, and he always falls. When he doesn't hurtle himself over.

"Neil- Shit, I'm gonna-"