Neil makes a noise against Alex's lips, despite the tongue slipping inside his mouth and hand tracing against his inner thigh. He swallows the next that forms in the back of his throat, settling for uneven breaths and a pounding head. There's a need swiftly rising to overwhelm all others, thanks to lost inhibitions and a growing sickness, and Neil, without thinking, slowly shifts his legs to spread wider. To press the insides of his knees against the other man's sides.

Somehow, in everything, he remembers to breathe.