Goodnight's hands went so slowly, gently wandering, and Billy's face went flushed, a lazy, deep need creeping through him as Goodnight put him on display and started to touch him like that. He traced his own hands across Goodnight's chest, feeling out the shape of him under the thin cotton of his nightshirt.
"Kiss me," he whispered, accent gone thick for a moment.
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Date: 2016-12-15 06:41 am (UTC)"Kiss me," he whispered, accent gone thick for a moment.