He could't even articulate, not when Frank was making those sounds behind him. Frank's fingers dug into his thigh and Billy found himself hoping it bruised.
He finally touched his cock, stroked himself a little as Frank pushed into him. Billy still felt like he could be half asleep, everything warm and a little fuzzy, brought into sharp focus by little things: the pinch of Frank's fingers, the perfect fucking slide of his cock, his voice against his shoulder.
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He could't even articulate, not when Frank was making those sounds behind him. Frank's fingers dug into his thigh and Billy found himself hoping it bruised.
He finally touched his cock, stroked himself a little as Frank pushed into him. Billy still felt like he could be half asleep, everything warm and a little fuzzy, brought into sharp focus by little things: the pinch of Frank's fingers, the perfect fucking slide of his cock, his voice against his shoulder.