His leg slid, bending for more stability as they found a pace, a rhythm. Billy moved next to him and Goodnight's hand slid over the curve of his ass. He moved his touch somewhere safer - nowhere actually felt safe - and ended up gripping Billy's shoulder. He murmured something in breathless French and managed to translate himself: "Don't stop," he pleaded.
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Date: 2016-11-23 05:38 am (UTC)