[The way their lips meet has Billy eagerly pressing into it, welcoming the even deeper kiss hungrily. He lets it muffle a soft hum of noise as his tongue mingles with the other's. His own hands wander down over his chest and lower, tugging at his shirt to get his fingers underneath, try to touch.
Right now? Each touch is like electric he doesn't want to end. And really, what's one makeout session on the dance floor when you're in hell?]
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Right now? Each touch is like electric he doesn't want to end. And really, what's one makeout session on the dance floor when you're in hell?]