|
|
There is a great deal of surrender involved when Dom turns Billy's body and pushes him belly-first against the bathroom stall wall. It would've been too much if the motion had been aggressive—but instead it had been self-assured. Dom presses Billy between the cold surface and his semi-bare chest, their bodies puzzle-piecing together neatly. Dom's erection digs into the small of Billy's back. He grinds forward, eking out rough friction, and exhales against Billy's ear. His fingers work Billy's belt buckle open. "Not waitin'," he murmurs. His teeth sink against Billy's neck. "Not wantin' you to," Billy replies, shaking. |