It makes him heady and reactive, that double touch. Neil closes his eyes and rolls his hips between them. It feels easy to let go, now that it’s started, now that he’s already here and it’s happening. He swears under hos breath and fumbles, trying to open up their anonymous companion’s jeans with only one hand and behind his back.

It earns him a slightly teasing chuckle against his ear. “Easy there. You can turn around if you want it that bad.”