Neil pulls back and lets go, and Alex lets out a groan of disappointment.

--Except the sound turns into an almost embarrassing gasp as Neil moves to undress him instead. Alex shifts accordingly without much thought, chest and collarbones flushed bright. He thinks to speak. To just say something. Light or loving, whichever fits--

But instead he just reaches out. Touches Neil's face, fingers trailing over his lips. A sound of want escapes him, and if asked at the moment, Alex wouldn't be able to say what he wanted. Something sexual? Something affectionate? It really doesn't matter at all, as long as it's Neil.