Frank kissed back, hungry and a little possessive. His fingers dug into skin. Billy might end up with a scattered constellation of bruises on his legs after this, but Frank wasn't worried about it. Not right now.

He rocked and moved Billy so that Billy could focus on clinging to him, and he rocked his hips as best he could, and when he finally came, he made sure their bodies were flush together and deep. It felt good to make a mess inside him, to leave it for someone else to find later.