"Yeah," Neil says, soft and close, smiling. He feels a little flush, but mostly it's just that heady, overwhelming need of it. He hadn't intended to end up like this tonight, though he doesn't regret it. And Harry is gentle, careful, like he's worried Neil might change his mind.

A year ago, he might have. He's trying to be more confident about it. So he tugs at Harry's shirt, starts to unbutton it.