Every touch of Billy's lips was a distraction and Goodnight fumbled more than once with buttons. When they were finally undone he pushed Billy's shirt open, fingers spread to touch as much of him as he could as his hands slid up Billy's sides. Goodnight still marveled that this man stayed with him, broken as he was. Billy stayed, loved him, wanted him, despite everything. Goodnight lifted his head just enough to catch Billy in a full kiss, stopping his teasing at least for a moment.