Billy slid another finger into Goodnight, relishing the way he had fine shivers in his body, the sigh of his voice, the fact that, maybe, if they kept this up, Goodnight could be noisy. There were few times when they allowed themselves too much noise, and Billy wished there might be a day that they didn't have to worry.

He kissed up Goodnight's neck, found his mouth again. His spare hand slid to Goodnight's cock, stroking him slowly, teasingly.