Billy’s voice sank through him with a filthy shiver and Frank let out this quiet, huffing sort of a noise. His cock twitched in his jeans. He shifted slightly, like that might do anything besides tease him with the thought of friction.

“You’re a goddamn menace, Billy Russo,” he assured in an equally hushed tone. They weren’t alone on the train car, though nobody was paying attention to them, or he might have been tempted to see if he’d follow through.