[ Chasing his name (addicted to the way it sounds when breathed like that), he buries his face in the curve of a shoulder and slips his grip under Billy's thigh, sliding it to hook under a knee that he hitches around his waist. Nothing more, just that, just feeling. They aren't even touching anywhere particularly important but he parts his lips over the tendons in a neck and starts working on a love-bite to release some of the tension.
Hearing Billy's breath catch had been memorable. ]
I was going to say you make it so hard, but ...
[ His shoulders shake with a silent laugh, licking his way lower to the indent at the base of a throat and repeating the same firm, wet lave, over and over, slipping beneath the collar of a tshirt to seek out hot untouched skin all with the curl of a tongue. Mere inches, but they could be miles. ]
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Hearing Billy's breath catch had been memorable. ]
I was going to say you make it so hard, but ...
[ His shoulders shake with a silent laugh, licking his way lower to the indent at the base of a throat and repeating the same firm, wet lave, over and over, slipping beneath the collar of a tshirt to seek out hot untouched skin all with the curl of a tongue. Mere inches, but they could be miles. ]