Billy looked so beautiful like that, flushed and gasping and undone. Soon Goodnight slowed, sank lower over Billy to kiss him, tenderly muting both of them. He held some of his weight on his forearms and let his hands tangle in Billy's hair. He never wanted to stop kissing this man.

"We're alright," he murmured, still catching his breath. "Walls here're thicker than we're used to."