Billy rode along with the rhythm of Goodnight's hips, a needful vigor to his hips. He paused only once, to adjust how he sat and put his heels on the edge of the couch so he could move a bit more lewdly and also twist easily to kiss Goodnight.

It was nice to not have to worry about noise, but Billy was still mostly quiet, just a series of breathy sighs and half-spoken words of want.