If Harry had managed to sound in control, at ease, unaffected by all this, Neil might have managed to find offense. The way his voice drips with the want of it pulls a shiver through Neil, and he turns over, rather ungracefully but being sure his knees won't go flying.

On his back, he spreads his legs to either side of Harry's hips. He grabs the pillow from under his head and wedges it unceremoniously under his lower back, giving just that little lift and support. His cock is throbbing, needy and red; he knows it will ease up for a moment when they first start, but for now, it's almost a distraction.