That's a kind of hell in and of itself, but probably not what they're going to be doing here. They would have just arrived in the elevator then instead of a room.

A hand shoots out and makes a dull thump against the elevator wall as Billy gets his hunched back straightening and elicits a groan from his lips. If the way his other hand is fisting in Billy's shirt is anything to go by, he's enjoying this all the same.

"Fuck," he curses in a breathless whisper. That's good.