Guy didn't mind the pressing at all, and comfortably eased against him, and yes, perhaps he did move his arse a little to rut against him. Just a little.

It did catch the attention of someone, who was looking at them from the dance floor. An appreciating glance, a little tug at the corners of the man's lips. Guy couldn't resist and put a hand through Neil's hair, almost demonstratively, and cocked his head with a little devilish grin.