"But I like it." He means it to be something sly, the sharper edge of playful, but instead in his own ears it sounds naked and honest. His slick fingers find the crack of Neil's ass, cock smearing precome against the back of his own hand as he circles and presses in. He does like this, something almost more intimate about fingers than cock, because this way he can feel everything... and it seems like every time they've done this, they've gone so fast.

And he doesn't think he wants it to always be that way. "Like touching you like this," he mutters, mouth against the back of Neil's neck as he pushes two fingers in up to the second knuckle, squeezed so hard that he feels his pulse in his fingertips. It's not just about what you need.