Billy sighed out a long breath, like he'd been smoking. He put his free hand to Goodnight's shoulder, pushing him back gently until he was lounged a bit more. He moved with a deftness, a certainty, that spoke of some practice in this. It was easy to sink down over Goodnight's lap, to draw his shirt up and his pants down. To lean all the way in and put his mouth against Goodnight's cock like he'd been thinking of doing for weeks.