"That's not fair," he breathes. "Told you before now." He's balls-deep and there he stills, one hand lifting Neil's thigh, spreading his legs, and he knows he's been deeper but he can't think of exactly when. He pulls in another breath and feels himself almost relaxing. On his side like this, it takes no balance and almost no work, and he can just let himself fall into it. The heat. The breathing, trembling form pressed against his chest. The taste of sweat on his tongue.

He smiles. His eye is closed; he doesn't need to see any of this.