He turned toward Billy as the robe came off, pulled him closer. "You know I love you," he murmured, voice soft and rough and private in the scant space between them. He stroked back Billy's hair, let his fingers tangle in it as he cradled his head and just took in the sight of him. Goodnight didn't know what he had done in all his life to deserve this man.
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Date: 2016-12-14 05:58 pm (UTC)