Neil has more than enough attention to spare, especially in moments like these, when he’s hovering Kevin on the bed while Andrew stands behind him, driving into him with deep, deliberate thrusts. between the low, drawn-out moans he breathes against Kevin’s ear, Neil never forgets about him. one hand wraps around both of their cocks, stroking them where they’re pressed tightly together, while his lips wander to Kevin’s neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses against his skin. Kevin’s hips lift instinctively into Neil’s touch, his body responding before he can think. he shifts restlessly beneath him, fingers tightening around Neil’s waist to steady the half-limp weight leaning over him. eventually, Neil gives up any attempt to hold himself upright and allows himself to press his chest against Kevin's body, with his hips held in place only by Andrew's death grip, burying a muffled moan into the crook of Kevin’s neck as Andrew’s rhythm behind him steals whatever composure he had left. “Fuck… this feels so good,” he breathes between kisses, whispers specifically to Kevin, his words dissolving into another quiet groan. “I love this so much. This is so fucking hot, Kevin.” the confession melts into another lingering kiss before Andrew picks up the pace again, his grip tightening around Neil’s thighs as he pulls him back onto each thrust. the sudden shift tears another helpless sound from Neil’s throat, his hand instinctively tightening around both his and Kevin’s erections. Kevin answers with a broken moan of his own, his body arching into Neil’s touch while Neil can do little more than surrender to the overwhelming rhythm behind him.