Goodnight sank down as Billy pulled at his hips. "Still in a hurry," he gasped. They hadn't really had the chance to be intimate since Faraday picked them up - they hadn't had any time alone or proper doors since then. But now they had both, and their compatriots were entirely drunk downstairs. Maybe Chisolm wasn't, but Goodnight didn't worry about him. He wasn't inclined to gossip, whatever he knew.
"You know I think we might still have too many clothes on, mon cher," he said as he slipped his hand beneath Billy's shorts. He stroked him slowly, watching his face as he did.
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Date: 2016-10-18 02:52 am (UTC)"You know I think we might still have too many clothes on, mon cher," he said as he slipped his hand beneath Billy's shorts. He stroked him slowly, watching his face as he did.