Goodnight loved that sound, loved being the cause of it. "How're we doin' this, cher?" he breathed against Billy's neck. His hips didn't stop moving, trying to meet every roll of Billy's; it felt good, he could probably finish just like this but they had a bed and he felt compelled to offer, to ask.
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Date: 2016-12-04 06:29 am (UTC)