He huffed a laugh against Billy's back and pushed a second finger in. "So pushy," he teased him. "Ain't gonna miss your dinner, I promise." He leaned up so he could catch Billy in a kiss over his shoulder; it wasn't the easiest to do but he kept it brief, easing back as he worked a third finger in. It didn't take long, not now that they were together with such regularity.

Goodnight withdrew his fingers to slick himself, then guided himself to push in. "There," he sighed, euphoria on the edge of his voice.