God, he wanted to come. He was almost ready to beg for it, but he knew what Frank wanted and he wanted to give it to him. "You're killing me, Frank," he breathed.

He had to push Frank's head back before long, because if he didn't he was going to lose it. "You're getting too fucking good at that, man." Billy looked down, grinning when he saw Frank's dick out. "C'mon, time to get out of those pants."

He leaned down to grab the legs of Frank's jeans; he tried to yank them down and knock Frank back in one go.