"Fuck, Frank," he huffed, almost laughed as Frank rocked up to meet him. "You ready to go again?"

Billy wasn't complaining. He was going to absolutely milk everything out of tonight and send Frank home ragged tomorrow, with an apology note and a thank you card, and maybe a bottle of wine.

He leaned down, planting one hand by Frank's head so he wouldn't just fall on him, and caught him in a kiss.