"I'm... working on it." He lifts his head and cranes his neck, kissing Neil's ear, the corner of his jaw, wherever he can reach, as he pulls back--slow, achingly slow--and rolls his hips forward again inch by inch. The sound that shoves its way out of him starts as a moan and bleeds into shaky laughter. Because it's so good.

Every time they do this now is sort of a miracle.

"Fuck." He grazes his teeth against Neil's jaw, eye still squeezed shut. "Love you. So much."