The shift of Goodnight's body was an easy, quick encouragement. Billy bobbed his head, a lingering touch, slow and intent despite wanting to hurry. His mouth was already wet, a shameful need for this working through him, heat chasing after every touch that Goodnight slid over his skin and his shirt.
He bobbed his head and sank his mouth down, making a soft noise of want and contentment.
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Date: 2016-11-23 05:20 am (UTC)He bobbed his head and sank his mouth down, making a soft noise of want and contentment.