Neil smiles softly, caught around the waist and playfully squirming against the man holding him. He watched Guy rummage in the side table, a flush building on his cheeks. There's a part of him that wants to weigh in, but he doesn't know what he'd even say, how he might direct how this goes. He's watched things like this in pornographic movies, once or twice, but gotten so worked up he couldn't watch very much. And it's different to be in the middle of it.

"Surprise me," he finally says.