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It's a silly position made for athletes and frogs and Billy is neither of those. But he puts himself on Dom's lap anyway, crouched over the indication of Dom's hasty passion, because he has always wondered what it would feel like. He's a little more clenched because of the spread of his legs; the way he has to balance himself on his feet and bend his legs at the same time. The place he's concerned with, though, stretches nicely. As he gently corkscrews Dom into his body, Dom stops breathing. Seconds later there is an exhalation, noisily protesting the silence. |