The fact that Steve does, without question or hesitation, makes Neil’s head spin a little bit. He’s used to clumsy fumbling and slowness and assurances in the dark, and Steve is far from that, even if he’s not quite on even ground. It draws him in. He falls to kissing him again, hungry, emboldened, laying out beside him as he pushes his shorts off himself and then joins Steve in touching, squeezing.

He wants to put his mouth on him again. The thought of it pushes a low, needy noise out of him.