The touch hitches through him, an unfamiliar sort of jolt, and heat works quickly over Neil's cheeks. He curls his toes, shifts and squirms. Bites his lip a little bit so that he can keep quiet for a moment.

It won't be for long. There's a distinct sort of tingling heat pooling between his thighs, making him blush more and more with each second, and every swipe of thumb and feelings has his nipples hard and aching for more, has his stomach quivering, has him softly panting for breath.

"Oh."