"Just--fucking stop," he hisses, suddenly angry--Neil is being so patient, too patient with him, too open and too giving and just now it's almost making him sick.

He just wants to fuck. Like a normal person. Like it's not even a big deal.

He finds a wellspring of energy, summons it up and twists, flipping Neil over onto his back despite the uneven balance of his lower body, hand hard against the back of Neil's neck and teeth against his ear. "I love you," he growls. "And I don't wanna fucking think about this anymore."

Just you.