Billy took control for a second, set his pace, eased down how he needed to, and Frank let him. He wasn't going to rush that or move them any faster than Billy felt comfortable going.

But he kept his hands on Billy's hips, squeezed them tight, especially as he finally settled. He let Billy touch himself for a moment, but when it just turned into playing, he snapped his teeth at him, growled softly as he rolled his hips.

"Hands on the shelf, Bill," he said.