Neil covers the hand that Gabriel leaves on his cheek, tries to imbue a little confidence into Gabriel's movements. It's easier to just think of how much he wants this. It's easier still to think of nothing at all, except for the deep, quiet comfort of being around Gabriel.

He shivers out a breath as Gabriel gets his pants open, and wiggles to get them down his thighs, his shorts coming after so they're both similarly exposed.