[He's moaning against Steve's neck, fingers twitching around his shirt, desperate to touch. Being called a good boy does it, gets him hard and desperate and that's something he is definitely going to have to unpack later. Something to confront when his hand isn't smoothing down Steve's shirt to rest at his stomach, when his blood isn't so hot on his tongue. Fuck, he thinks, and then - he chokes, teeth back to himself as he pants, hisses:] Shit, baby did you just - [and okay, yeah, Steve might be lightheaded but Billy thinks he's going to go explode.
he presses his mouth against the wound, all tongue and hot breath, and murmurs on another moan, ] That is so fucking hot, E. [he might die here, actually. ] Steve, [and this is a plea, a whine, ] kiss him.
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Date: 2022-08-10 03:21 pm (UTC)he presses his mouth against the wound, all tongue and hot breath, and murmurs on another moan, ] That is so fucking hot, E. [he might die here, actually. ] Steve, [and this is a plea, a whine, ] kiss him.