Neil makes sounds into Alex's mouth, and Alex breaks away, breathing hard. He presses kisses to the skin of Neil's throat and collar, the hand on Neil's face moving to touch the fine hairs at the bottom of his head, petting there even as his other hand continues.

This would have continued, but something changes. Changes the normality of the act. Without prompting or prodding, Neil shifts. Spreads his legs and coils them upward to press into Alex. A motion that drops straight into the bottom of Alex's brain, the primal mind that only knows need.

His hand tightens around Neil, then releases to trail backward to a place well-known.