For a moment, Neil's breath stutters in his chest. He's got a little practice at all of this--some fumbling at Welton, more here in Darrow where it's a bit safer to be himself--but he's still largely a novice. He knows that Steve likes girls, but not if he's been with a lot. There's a moment, a worry, in his chest that maybe Steve has and he won't be as soft and nice as all that.

But Steve liked kissing. Neil's under no suspicion that Steve's thinking of something else right now, because he could definitely feel how turned on Neil is by all this. He touched him too.

He licks his lips and pushes his jeans and boxers down, leaning in to kiss the soft skin of Steve's hips, working down toward his cock as he wraps his fingers around him. A little noise leaves him against Steve's skin as he touches him.