"I can't," he shoots back, voice breathless and tight. Neil's arousal is still coursing through him, keeping him hard, and he should really, really try to let it go so he doesn't come again, but.

Fuck.

It feels so good. So he finds a rhythm again, one not broken up by the throes of his orgasm, and he keeps moving, muscles burning and hands slipping on Neil's skin with their sweat.