If he's being used, if Frank doesn't see him as a nice hole to fuck, Billy doesn't seem to mind. It isn't as if he's thinking past the heat and the way that Frank fills him up, seems to hit just the right angle.

His hands frantically scratch at the other man, his breath coming in desperately heavy and only broken by the noises that keep escaping him. He doesn't even try to hold them back.

When he comes, it's sudden and hard, his entire body going rigid around Frank in a desperate attempt to hold on as he clamps down around his cock. For a moment, all he can think about is the pleasure traveling over his nerves, blotting out anything else until it's the most important thing.