Frank leaned into Billy and kissed his neck gently. He liked that this felt good and normal and natural, that nothing had changed, even after the moment was passed. It was especially good, because he could imagine other moments. That was important, he thought.
"Neither of us are candles bitches, Bill," Frank said. "And if it weren't good, you think you would have gotten very far?"
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Date: 2018-07-20 02:39 am (UTC)"Neither of us are candles bitches, Bill," Frank said. "And if it weren't good, you think you would have gotten very far?"