[There's a pause as Billy's hands linger over Teddy's chest, his gaze zeroing in on those scars, unable to help himself. For a moment his expression tenses, hesitant. He hates seeing Teddy's body marred like that, a reminder of the awful things that had been done to him. That he'd watched, helpless, unable to stop it.
Teddy's voice, screaming, choking on blood, passing out.
"IwanthimtostopIwanthimtostopIwanthimtostop--"
Silently he clings to those words- not for Teddy, but for the memories themselves. He doesn't want this to ruin what he's trying to do here. This is supposed to be a good thing, a treat, a chance for them to have some fun. This isn't so he can angst and cry about the past.
He's okay. We're okay.
And so, stubbornly, he slides his leg off of the bed and backs off just enough to drop down to the floor, crouched between Teddy's knees. The downward motion offers a bit of help with the removal of his own shirt, and as he leans in, pressing his lips to Teddy's chest, one hand stretching out over his stomach - over those scars - the other sneaks around to his back, sliding two fingers down from the slits of his wings. The material of Teddy's shirt dissolves magically as they move, falling harmlessly away from the wings. He's not risking hurting his boyfriend by being hasty, and he can just fix it later.]
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Teddy's voice, screaming, choking on blood, passing out.
"IwanthimtostopIwanthimtostopIwanthimtostop--"
Silently he clings to those words- not for Teddy, but for the memories themselves. He doesn't want this to ruin what he's trying to do here. This is supposed to be a good thing, a treat, a chance for them to have some fun. This isn't so he can angst and cry about the past.
He's okay. We're okay.
And so, stubbornly, he slides his leg off of the bed and backs off just enough to drop down to the floor, crouched between Teddy's knees. The downward motion offers a bit of help with the removal of his own shirt, and as he leans in, pressing his lips to Teddy's chest, one hand stretching out over his stomach - over those scars - the other sneaks around to his back, sliding two fingers down from the slits of his wings. The material of Teddy's shirt dissolves magically as they move, falling harmlessly away from the wings. He's not risking hurting his boyfriend by being hasty, and he can just fix it later.]