Son of a Witch

"As many times as you wanna do them," he shot back, cheekily. It was tempting to make a pun about doing each other but he refrained (though it took a mighty effort; he deserved a medal for restraint). "Though maybe not right here. I got nothin' in my pocket good for lube."

He rolled his hips up, partly to express growing interest, partly to show that he could still move in very interesting ways despite Billy's weight across his hips. "Don't mind takin' a few minutes here, just enjoying having you close."