Neville hadn't really been expecting anything of the sort when he decided to swing by her house this evening. He felt that he was utterly terrible at sex, and it just wasn't for him, and that meant that he shouldn't have it. Hannah deserved to be pleased during it, yet he couldn't provide that. Did that make him some horrible boyfriend? All he wanted was to please her, for them both to enjoy it as much as possible, and he felt selfish everytime they did and he was the only one to climax.
It also made him feel just a bit inadequate; however, when he returned to her place, and they kissed a bit, he was surprised to find her kneeling before him while he sat back on the couch. Blinking as her tongue rolled about his manhood, while he blinked and watched her. Groaning loudly as she'd heard before, at the way her lips and tongue felt on him. Rather surprised by this act.