For a second, Frank worried that he'd misjudged. Then Billy moved, put his hands above him, and shifted his hips. It was all still slow at first, but they were building, moving, making noise together, and it was good, it was fucking good.

He gripped Billy's hips tight and shoved up into him. He felt good.

"Holy shit, baby," he sighed. He dug his heels into the mattress and fucked up into him. "Holy fucking shit, Bill."