The moment was so intimate that Neville doubted he'd be able to hold back his release for long. The way she was watching him, so interested, was enough to push him close all alone. His breath was coming out in soft pants as he stroked himself. He didn't bother moving his attention off of her, too eager to watch her face, watch the way licked her lips. Goddamn, she was beautiful. He couldn't focus on anything but rushing towards the edge. A part of him was worried that he'd go off too fast and she'd be unimpressed, but holding back wasn't something that he thought he was capable of.
It was only a few moments, but it felt like seconds. He gasped, then moaned as he fell over that edge with almost no real warning. He was thankful that he had enough foresight to not make a mess all over her sheets and blankets, but his stomach wasn't so lucky. Face still flushed, belly sticky, he tried his best to remember how to breathe. Biting his lip, he dared to look at her again.