Billy let out a whimpering sort of cry, a startlement of having his mouth uncovered. He tried to smother it down, tried to smother down all the noises. People might hear, they might come knocking, and Billy wouldn't be the cause of some hurt to Goodnight.

The feeling of him coming, the stutter of hips and the distinctive twitch and that fullness, pulled another little noise out of Billy. He bit his lip around it, cheeks all flushed.