He feels it, the instant when instinct overrides everything, and he grins against the back of Neil's neck, heat beginning its slow, thrumming beat through his veins. There's already a few people focusing on them from a respectful distance, and standing behind Neil like this, the truth is that for the moment, this is more for them than for him.

He pops the button on Neil's fly and drops into a crouch long enough to drag the pants the rest of the way down his thighs, slapping the back of Neil's calf as he tugs them out of the way.