"That's it," Frank sighed. He scraped his nails against Billy's skin, dug his fingers in, grabbed him tight enough to leave white divots on Billy's skin. His cock throbbed with the want of it all. God, he was hardly going to last like this.

He sat up a little, because that slowed him down for a moment at least, and he could kiss at Billy's chest and neck, and get force into his thrusts even if it wasn't the same sort of long depth as when he was flat on his back.

"You look so fuckin' pretty," he breathed on his skin, "riding my cock like that. Shit, Bill."