[Well, he's got some blood left in his brain, even if he's not using it to compose sonnets to cockney assholes at the moment. There's just enough of it for him to decide to switch things up a bit, his hands gripping at Billy's waist to lift him up and push him down onto the couch cushions, shifting his own position to get on top of him and win the higher ground.
It gives him a lot more room to maneuver, which he takes advantage of by dipping his head and swiping his tongue in a long, warm lick over Billy's pec.]
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It gives him a lot more room to maneuver, which he takes advantage of by dipping his head and swiping his tongue in a long, warm lick over Billy's pec.]