In the moment of Goodnight turning away to fish in his pack, Billy pushed his shorts down to his thighs. That way, when Goodnight turned back and touched him again, it was unencumbered. Billy arched and kissed him deeply as he was touched, sighing hungrily.
"Hell, Goody," he murmured. He was working steadily toward desperately hard already.
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Date: 2016-10-18 03:25 am (UTC)"Hell, Goody," he murmured. He was working steadily toward desperately hard already.