The gentle surety of the kiss sinks through Neil and he practically melts into it. It’s been a minute since he was with someone, the whole of January so far seeming fuzz and melancholic with loss, and now that someone is holding him, interested and intent, he can feel everything narrowing comfortably to this moment.

He smooths his hands up Harry’s chest, then up into his hair. He deepens the kiss boldly, scraping his teeth just a little and sighing as he opens his mouth.