Billy tipped his head back at the push of Frank's thumb, and it killed him how much he liked Frank looking at him. He wet his lips; it'd be easier if he leaned down, but that meant changing his position.

He leaned forward more, braced himself against the shelves behind the bed so that he didn't compromise Frank's view too much. But it made it easier to ride back on his finger some.

"Gimme more, Frankie. C'mon," he breathed.