Goodnight felt like he might burst as sweet nothings and kisses brushed over his skin. He turned his head, reached up to cradle Billy's face so he could anchor him for a kiss. He needed to kiss him, needed this man any way he could have him. At some point they had stopped moving but it still felt like Goodnight's world was spinning and Billy was the still center of it all. "I love you," he murmured against his mouth.