Heat flushed through Billy, working its way rapidly up his body to his face. He tipped his head back, a gust of a sigh breaking out of him. He rolled his hips, urgent for a moment. Billy didn't want to rush Goodnight. This was good, the weight and friction of Goodnight's hand a wonderful thing.
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Date: 2016-11-25 05:06 am (UTC)