Steve made a face and valiant effort to look offended. "Shut it, Hargrove." But Billy was right. He liked it when Billy's mouth moved. It didn't matter if it was making snarky comments, lewd quips or if it was on cock, gliding effortlessly. But he'd been taught that he shouldn't like that, so it's a bit of a war going on his head. Though it's obvious which side is winning.

"I think you've been waiting awhile to get me in your mouth," he teased, moving one leg up to hook up and around the other's knee, keeping them together. The friction was intense but Steve kept his mouth parted open, panting and moaning a bit louder than before.

Want him? Wasn't that a surprise. "Mmm," he hummed, leaning his head back and just out of Billy's reach. "How bad? Hm? How bad do you want me?" Then he came back in and nipped at Billy's chin.