He tightened his grip on the headboard, his other hand holding the back of Billy's head as they kissed. "You-- oh." Goodnight lost his words, caught up in the feeling Billy gave him. He matched his rhythm, wanting him deep every time.

Goodnight's mouth slid from Billy's, kissing down his jaw, his neck. He found a place on his shoulder to leave a bruise - nothing that would show, but something that would linger.