Goodnight's breath caught as Billy pulled his nightshirt up. He deepened the kiss and moved so that he was leaning more over him, his arm pillowed beneath Billy's head. He started stroking slowly, meeting the gentle movement of Billy's hips.
"Mon cher," he breathed, soft need edging his voice. Even if this moment was stolen, it was still theirs.
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Date: 2016-12-15 07:55 am (UTC)"Mon cher," he breathed, soft need edging his voice. Even if this moment was stolen, it was still theirs.