Something about the touch emboldens Neil. He lets the touch linger a moment, as he gets Gabriel's pants open all the way, and pushes them down just a little. His shirt almost conceals him, or at least enough that it isn't totally scandalous. It's alluring, really, a temptation. Neil's mouth waters, and he sinks to his knees, despite not wanting to give up the touch.

Gabriel's shorts are still on, but Neil doesn't pause. He leans in, nuzzles at the shape of his cock, grips him at the hips and tries to ground himself to the moment.