"I swear to Christ, William Russo," Frank said, face pressed into the mattress. He rolled his hips back against that slick, teasing touch. Now, he was glad to be on hands and knees, to have his face hidden. He was pretty sure he was making a goddamn face as Billy teased him.
He pressed back insistently, seeking. "C'mon. C'mon, Bill. God, please."
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Date: 2018-07-18 04:48 am (UTC)He pressed back insistently, seeking. "C'mon. C'mon, Bill. God, please."