Frank tilted into that kiss. He squeezed at him, fingers rough, aggressive even. He didn't want to let go of Billy, of this moment, of the gravity and realness of all of this. He rolled his hips as they kissed, and it was good. Yes, he was ready to go again. It wasn't hard with Billy Russo on top of him.

He teased a finger down the cleft of Billy's ass as they kissed, an almost nervous touch.