"Jesus," Frank breathed, because his cock twitched and ached and he blushed a little bit. He didn't know how to talk filth like this, even though he sort of wished that he did right now.

He moved his finger as best he could. The angle didn't seem right. But also, he didn't want to give up the view. He didn't want to give up the weight of him. Frank slid his free hand up Billy's side, up his chest, to his neck. His thumb pressed at Billy's chin insistently, lengthening his lines a little.

"God, you look good."