Harry drags his fingers out and Neil groans softly, arching off the bed. His cock twitches between his legs, and he nods a bit urgently, already shifting up. Before he turns, he kisses Harry, unsure when the next time he'll get a chance in, since they're going to be front to back and not facing each other.

Once he's turned, he puts his hands on the headboard, arranging himself with a good bow to his back and his ass thrust back in anticipation. It's a terribly embarrassing pose, but he can't find it in himself to care right now.