Bily breathed out, long and slow as Goodnight pushed into him. There was a moment of tension, resistance, before his body relaxed. His brows were all drawn up in gentle, overwhelming pleasure. He shifted his legs gently, his breath stuttering at the touch of Goodnight's hand on his thigh.

He felt, for a moment, very young and very worldly all at once. He lifted his hands and sank his fingers into Goodnight's hair.