He almost laughs, the head of Neil's cock nudging the back of his throat. It's so perfect--it would happen like this, this frantic edge at the very last end of it, and maybe part of him even enjoys it.

He's always worked well under pressure.

He pulls back, shoots Neil a grin that's totally unabashed, completely unashamed. "You're getting it," he says, and then ducks his head at a slightly elevated angle and swallows Neil down, working him deep, finding that point of relaxation that seems to extend up into all the muscles of his face as Neil's cock pushes down into his throat.

He figures, if Neil's getting the food and paying the guy, that this is a fair enough trade.