(Pfft, it’s not your secret to know.)
Lyrin moans again, one hand going to Billy’s shoulder as if to stabilize himself. He lets his fingers dig in slightly as Billy moves him, his own feet moving in accordance, determined not to be dragged around. He drops his hand slightly, letting Billy take his shirt off and then slides his hand over the first patch of bare skin he sees, sliding it up over his abdomen, ribs and then chest.
He was unused to this feeling. The feeling of being touched and touching. Billy was somehow gentle, and it genuinely shocked Lyrin that he was. It made him feel good, and made him want so much more. He lets his fingers slide over the other’s pectoral and then back to his shoulder, gripping lightly. “Never said I was scared. . ." He murmured, his green gaze meeting Billy’s.
”Maybe just a little shy.” He shrugs and then moans softly at the new touch to his cock. Fuck, this was too addicting. ”It’s about what you want right now.”