To be held like that, such a knowing touch, feels as good as anything else they’re doing. The gentleness and the intimacy of it; Neil leans back a little, lettung Harry carry a little of his weight as he rides him. It’s a hungry movement, that sway of their hips, and though they’ve gained speed it isn’t a sort of hurried, boyish desperation that Neil gets with Benji or Ellie.

He sighs a curse, and another, until it’s a soft, needy mantra of fuck falling from his mouth. He curls a lazy hand around his cock, and lets the motion of being taken lead the motion of fucking into the ring of his fingers.