Billy huffed out a breath as Goody twisted his wrist to a slightly different angle. He closed his eyes for a moment, contemplating the question, the implicit offers in those words. They were not the sort that assumed positions with each other. Once they'd fallen in as fully as they were going to, they'd both taken turns being the one with their face quieted in the pillows.

With another soft, huffing breath, Billy slid a hand across Goodnight's thigh, across his hip, and back to his ass. He grabbed him, just a little roughly.

"Want you," he said. He reached between them and moved Goody's hand off his cock, then manhandled him a little higher on his hips so he could grind up against his ass. "Like this."