Those two little words, spoken softly, as quiet breaths against his lips, went straight to Guy's cock. He stole a kiss before Neil turned over, before he eagerly eased in around him. He kissed him again, on the shoulder this time and breathed against his skin. "Fuck, darling," he groaned and moved with him, setting up a slow, but insisting pace.

The man smiled, eyes on the display behind the boy, and the cock he had impaled himself on, and then realized an answer was truly expected. "Nah, I can be patient."