He leans back into the hold, the warmth and weight of him, the feel of him so close, and he tilts his head to the side so he can feel more of those soft, inviting kisses. Gently, Neil runs his fingers over Steve's hands.

There's a cautious lie he wants to tell--this is it, they can just kiss, there doesn't have to be anything else--but he wants too much more. So, instead, he keeps quiet. He rolls his hips back against Steve a little, presses his ass against the shape his cock as they just stand there like idiots.