Billy Rock

Goodnight almost lost it when Billy looked up at him. His mouth was wet and soft and looked like he's been thoroughly kisses but it was from sucking his cock, not bashful, hurried kissing. Heat sank through him and let go of Billy's hair to brush his thumb just beneath his bottom lip. This was dangerous. Goodnight's breath caught and he stroked his hand back into Billy's hair, making sure it wouldn't block his face. Seeing him, and the lingering touch on his cock as he subtly rocked into the circle of Billy's fingers, proved too much. Goodnight cursed, startled and gasping as he came. Just looking at him.