Frank moved his hand up from Billy's thigh and wrapped it around his cock as well. He didn't stop Billy's hand from moving. Rather, he slid his fingers between, helped that slow, aching stroke, so it was the both of them working together. Even though they weren't working hard or fast, he didn't think he was going to last very long, not with the way that Billy felt. It was a little embarrassing.

"Fuck, baby." His hips sped a little, got a bit more aggressive. He was seeking now. Billy felt too fucking good.