Steve parts his lips to let Danny's finger in, sucking slowly, but he hasn't forgotten who he's buried in, who he's fucking. He lets Danny's finger slip from his mouth to groan, sliding a hand down the curve of Neil's back to feel the way muscles coil when he arches underneath him, taller and leaner than he's had before.

"So good," he groans, sliding an arm around Neil's middle and pulling him up until they're pressed from knees to shoulders, his hips moving a little faster as he turns his head to lick along a tendon in his neck, teeth scraping against skin.