Neil reacts to it like it’s more than a suggestion, arching back and stripping off his shirt immediately. He’s not sure if it’s tone or the way Steve touched him or what, but he can’t help wanting to follow through. There’s no discomfort in it. But he feels small and lean, with his shirt off. Even if he still has his crew team shoulders, he was never a very big rower, and Steve is more fit and broad than he is. He supposes that makes up for the bit of height he’s got over him.

He reaches back and cups Steve’s cock, holding him gently as he grinds his ass on him. God, but he’s thought about fucking a lot. He doesn’t think—but maybe—