In the dark, Billy smiled. A wicked, cruel sort of smile that had the light made the visible, all of those cruel intentions would have shone in his eyes. His hand was already moving over Mike's thigh.
"Neither am I," Billy said, the smirk evident in his voice.
The hand glided over the front of Mike's track pants, nimble fingers tracing over what he found there. Almost teasing. His other hand tightened. Not enough to cut off air, but enough to make it more difficult to speak.
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Date: 2015-07-15 09:54 am (UTC)"Neither am I," Billy said, the smirk evident in his voice.
The hand glided over the front of Mike's track pants, nimble fingers tracing over what he found there. Almost teasing. His other hand tightened. Not enough to cut off air, but enough to make it more difficult to speak.