Goodnight caught himself against the bed, hand flying out to brace his weight so he wouldn't completely land on Billy. But he kept after the kiss and now that he could feel Billy pressed against him, now that he had this blistering permission the kiss shifted from hopeful to needy. A thing too long denied now given sharp relief.

Goodnight pushed himself up to unbutton his waistcoat and shirt - why hadn't he thought to wear fewer layers?