He hears the wickedness in those words, the laugh over his head, and Neil moans softly as a second finger gets pressed into him, just as steady and forceful as the first, just as insistent. He rocks his hips back, seeking more of it, and is met by a fairly insistent introduction of a third finger as well.

He has to pull off Guy for a moment, just to pant for breath. The hand on his cock doesn't stop though, still that light, teasing touch, barely enough to do more than torment him.

"God," he whine.