Billy rubbed at a slower pace than the stroke of Goodnight's hand on his cock. He arched and squirmed, and blessed that the bed did not creak beneath them. Goodnight was watching him, so intently, so adoringly, and it flushed heat through Billy as he looked up at him, catching every kiss he could.
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Date: 2016-12-17 04:56 am (UTC)