The ease of their movements, the abounding familiarity of it all, set Billy's chest all hot and comfortably tight. He watched Goodnight as he moved--rolled away, wriggled out of his underthings, and swung himself back into place.

Billy kept his own shorts on for now, bunched around his thighs, and he pressed himself up toward Goody's body. When Goody leaned down to kiss him, he hummed softly and kissed back. His fingers returned to their touch--urgent, but coaxing, teasing. This was a moment he'd allow slowness into, more than any other, to see how long it took before Goodnight lost his composure.