"I don't think you mind," Neil teases right back, presses back with his hips a little bit. The dim of the bar covers up that he still blushes about certain things, like pressing his hips into the cradle of another man's hips at a bar. He's not ashamed of it, but it is a bold thing.
Guy's scotch comes up first, and Neil steals a sip off it.
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Guy's scotch comes up first, and Neil steals a sip off it.