When Goody lifted, Billy followed. He put his hands on Goody's hips and guided him, took the weight of his hand bracing on his shoulder and rocked into him. He adored Goody over him like this, but it wasn't an ideal position.

They could adjust, could move, take another position. But Billy wanted to be able to kiss him, and he couldn't so many other ways.

He kept moving. "Come on," he murmured, soft, encouraging. He gripped Goody's hips tight and dragged him down to meet each thrust.