Grayson's words died in his throat as Neville wrapped both hands around him experimentally. Neville looked at it and measured the length with his hands, his brow furrowing in genuine concern.
"This is never going inside me," he muttered, more to himself than to Grayson. "Never."
Grayson's chest shook as he laughed, though it came out a little strangled. "Your determination is admirable."
"I'm just being realistic." Neville shot him a look.
"A body of my size has limits. This—" He gestured vaguely at the situation. "This clearly exceeds those limits."
"We're not—" Grayson took a steadying breath. "We're not doing that tonight unless you want it. I already promised you."
"Good. Because if you even had even a speck of that idea on your head, I would have to stop you with all my might."
Another choked laugh from Grayson. "Noted."
The humor helped ease the tension between them a little.
