He kicks the last of his pants away and then goes pliant again, bracing himself against the mattress. He gasps as the lube drips cold onto his skin, then the gasp sharpens into a hard whine as Neil works him open, somehow caught between gentle and relentless. His fists clench in the sheets, legs drawing up to spread himself wider.

"I need you," he pants, not quite laughing. "Sorry if that's a problem."