They were rutting against each other, something Billy was all too familiar with, or had been when he was younger and more foolish and less in love. Still, it was nice. Very nice. He could feel all the lines and planes of Goodnight's body where it pressed against him, the definite weight and heat of his body.

Billy sighed and lifted Goodnight's chin to kiss him. "Want you inside," he whispered against his mouth. Then he smirked a little. The insistence of Goodnight's hips was a thing to be reckoned with. "If you can manage it before you go off."