If Neil has any kind of come back, it gets swallowed up in a needy noise as he and Guy sink together, and Guy starts to move. There's hardly any pause to it, and a delicious sort of ache that Neil can feel all into his hips and reflected in his face.

In front of him, the man laughs kindly. He cups Neil's cheeks for a moment, and then his shoulders, helps guide the pace of it.

"Whenever you're ready," he says kindly, stroking his cock. Neil watches for just a moment, and then leans down onto his elbows, whining softly as the angle shifts. "There's a good boy. Don't do too much with it now. I know you want it somewhere else."