Neil hardly thinks it's putting down. He thinks he's alright looking enough, with his sharp cheekbones and easy smile, but he's hardly handsome, or special. Still, he won't argue.

With some great effort, his legs trembling a little bit, he eases off Harry's softening cock. He's a thorough mess and ought to clean up, but the prospect of moving from bed to bathroom and back sounds like too much.

Instead, he smiles at Harry and cups his cheek. "You'll stay the night?"