The compliment makes him blush all over again, but he can't deny it when Harry says it with such a sweet tone and gentle touch. And then any other thought is gone, chased away by the slow, steady press of his cock inside. Neil groans and leans his head forward, against the wall, breathing through the stretch of it. It feels spectacular. He presses his hips back slowly, aching to meet him and take it all in.

When their thighs and hips touch, he whimpers softly.