He leans into Negan again, still meeting his eyes. Kisses the edge of his lips, gently tugs on the man's lower with his teeth. Neal brushes his tongue against Negan's mouth, but only for a moment. Little ghost touches against him punctuated by gentle nips.

Neal slides his hand up under the back of Negan's shirt, stroking a thumb across his lower back lightly, sliding his fingertips into the other man's pants to tease a gentle touch against the cleft of his ass. The hand at Negan's neck glides down over his shoulder, down his arm, until Neal can gently take Negan's wrist, thumb gliding over its inner side in little circles. He kisses him more firmly, seeking invitation with a soft press of tongue--if it's given, he'll push forward, gliding his tongue deeper against the roof of Negan's mouth. Calculating, evaluating, always conscious of his partner's responses. What gets the biggest reactions. What gets the loudest noises.

He pulls back to kiss along the lower edge of Negan's jawline, up to his ear. He grazes Negan's earlobe with his teeth before he speaks, his voice a wry murmur. "How do you like your steak?"