For a little while, Billy is lost in the weight of Frank's cock against this tongue, the taste of him. Even the way he curled above him on the wall is something pleasant to focus on. It's only when his voice breaks in through his concentration that he looks up at him.

And soon after, he's drawing back off of Frank and leaning back against the wall as he considers that.

He's already so far in, what's taking things one step further, really? Especially with how shameless this club can be at times. "Fuck me against the wall?"