He lets out another sound, not quite a growl and jagged at the edges as he fucks Neil slowly with his fingers. It's a simple thing to say and Neil's said things like it before a hundred times. It shouldn't feel this much like a blow on the shoulders.

He presses his mouth again to the nape of Neil's neck, and this time it's more of a kiss, and slower, looser. "I believe you," he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers bit by bit--and it doesn't feel like a lie.

He's not sure he even could lie, not about this.