Neil kisses back, letting Guy control the kiss but certainly not being passive to it. He moves his hips intently throughout, fucking himself between the fingers inside him and on his cock, whimpering softly and shaking as he feels himself come apart at the seams.

It's messy, of course, across the bedspread in front of his knees, and he makes a soft, needy noise. The man doesn't let up at all.

"Hand me a condom, would you?" The question's more at Guy than Neil, though they're both occupied.