"That's it," he whispered, feeling the change in the way Billy moved, the way he breathed. His own voice caught, eyebrows drawn briefly together as the pressure of Billy's hand shifted just so. Goodnight didn't try to coax his hand beyond fabric yet; he might not even need it at this rate. "Oh cher," he gasped, voice strained.
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Date: 2016-12-21 05:36 am (UTC)