"Make me- fuck boy-" he teased until his ear as he reached up, grabbing his chin, his fingers hooking around and holding mouth. "MM-If your the one moving on it- I only can call it how I see it-" he accused as he licked his neck. He grabbed Lyrins balls, firm, yet tight enough to cause pan, starting to massage him as Lyrin worked his hips,, Billy's cock throbbing inside against his prostate with the bass pulse of his heart.