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...I don't think I know what any of those things are. Should I be glad?

[Billy sits up just a little to watch Teddy prep himself, a wry and halfway guilty smile crossing his lips when the blond's hands linger on himself at first. He'd been so patient, making sure that Billy was okay to move towards the next step... hopefully this experience would make every second of waiting worthwhile. And he's selfishly hoping that for his own sake, too. At least he's getting a show out of it, and there isn't a glimmer of shame on his expression as he lets his gaze run up and down his boyfriend's body.

....

Mmhm, that's his.

He gets the gist of Teddy's message once the blond finally gets moving again, managing a simple nod and lying back down again just before he feels a slow, steady pressure returning to his nether regions. It's more of the same at first, and then, abruptly, he inhales a deep breath when he realizes that the erection pressing into him feels much bigger than Teddy's fingers. Not- not ridiculously so, is his next thought, once his brain remembers how to function properly beyond ohgodohgodohgod, but it's definitely a step up. The lube helps, and the prep work Teddy had so patiently worked through helps, but it's still enough to take his breath away for a moment. His expression is tense, his eyes clenched shut, but he doesn't protest or tell Teddy to stop. It's not unbearable, and he's going to endure this unless it is. No chance in hell is he giving up on going all the way.]

[Ugh, is this what coming out to your parents is like?]

I woke up with another guy.

Probably. It's usually meant for girls, and I don't have the hips for it.

I think I probably don't either, in that case.

[Teddy has found that most of the butterflies that were fluttering up a storm in his stomach have suffered a quick death due do the electricity shooting through his body, and he's suddenly hypersensitive and aware of everything; the sweat on their bodies, the heat of hands as they rest against flesh, the cringe on Billy's face - an expression that makes Teddy slow down and move a hand to grip his shoulder supportively, making sure it's nothing stronger than that.

But Billy hasn't told him to stop, and while he could be just holding back in favor of just pleasing Teddy, he trusts his boyfriend to communicate with him on this. It's said to be a big part of sex, after all, and Teddy can finally see why. So, encouraged by that, Teddy does keep going, even if it's slower than his initial speed.

And, finally, he's fully inside, and he lets out that breath in a choke and a gasp. Oh god, oh god, it feels so good, and Billy's beneath him and he's wrapped up in his heat and Billy, Billy, everything else that could possibly be on his mind is dying along with those butterflies, and Teddy shuts his eyes to revel in the heat and the emotion and oh god he wants to move.]

Billy... I... God.

[First thing's first: Teddy opens his eyes, a darker shade than they've ever been, to gaze down at Billy's face. He has to make sure Billy's okay with this first; it'd be awful - no, really, awful, if Billy wanted to stop, but Teddy would still be willing to back out. It's already utterly fanfuckingtastic for Teddy, and he'd like to make it the same for Billy as well.]

[With Teddy buried to the hilt inside him, Billy finally moves- he carefully extracts his fingers from the blankets he'd been clutching since it started and slides them over the arm holding onto his leg, gripping his wrist in a weak attempt to hold him in place. It's still not painful, not really, but there's a steady throb right in the small of his back, and he feels stretched almost to the limit. From the way Teddy's trembling, he's pretty sure that not being able to move is practically torture, but to force himself to take it before he's ready would probably cause the sort of chafing even magic couldn't wish away, and that would ruin their entire night.

Would be nice if he had super-healing or something right about now, but that's not the right attitude to go about it, either. Lots of couples around the world are able to do this without super powers, so surely they can manage. Not to mention that he's really looking forward to Teddy finding that delightful spot he'd discovered with his fingers earlier. If it feels like that during the real sex? Definitely worth the wait. He wants that more than anything right now.

...When he's ready, though. Not... not until he's ready. Ugh.

His nails scrape over Teddy's skin, and he finally forces his eyes open, gazing up at Teddy with an expression that is half-anticipation, half-apology. Poor Teddy, this can't be easy on him.]

S... sorry. Sorry, just... give me a minute, okay? It's really... [...Tight? Weird? Overwhelming? Uh...] ...intense.

[Poor Teddy? Poor Billy, is what Teddy's thinking. Sure, this is a special kind of torture, but Billy's the one who's taking it here. Teddy just hopes it'll get much better for the both of them very soon. When Billy's ready.

He lids his eyes and shakes his head, a strained yet helpless smile on his face, and he bends to brush his lips against Billy's sternum, letting the hand at Billy's shoulder slide down, unable to help letting his nails scrape a little, to his waist instead.]

Yeah... yeah. Don't be sorry. [He lets out a huff of laughter, though the sound is more like a half groan as well.] Can't ride Bill the pony without - ha - him being ready... mmm?

[Billy shares the breathless laughter, a shudder passing through his body, and he raises his free hand to slide through Teddy's hair again when he's low enough to reach. They're so close now, closer than they've ever been, joined like this, and the connection just makes him want to touch and hold Teddy even more.

The tight ache at the very base of his spine is starting to ebb into a more manageable feeling, which at least gives him hope that hey, they can get things moving again soon. For now, though, his terrible joke is coming back to bite him in the ass, so to speak, and that needs addressing.]

Well... pretty sure any ride needs some training before you can go full-on gallop... walk before you crawl and all that. ...Oh my god, though. Oh. My god. This is probably going to be amazing.

[That gets a grin to come up, and he presses his hand against Billy's hip while nuzzling his nose against the skin beneath it. Teddy still wants to move so badly, enough that his breathing's getting a little harder with strain, but right now? With them trading awful, geeky jokes, laughing breathlessly and touching each other and being joined like this? Right now, Teddy feels like the happiest guy in the world. They're so close right now, and they haven't even started and Teddy still feels like he doesn't want this to end.

Well. He would like to put an end to this really insane urge to get this moving, but we know what he means.

Teddy lifts his head up, regarding his boyfriend with a dark yet warm gaze, and he can't help letting another airy laugh escape, this one slightly disbelieving.]

Oh, god, I know. This is - probably isn't the word I'm going to go for here, a... all right?

[There's no "probably" about it. It is going to be amazing.

He takes in a deep breath, and he lowers his head to press his lips against Billy's abdomen again.]

Shit, god, Billy, you're so amazing, I... [I want you so badly. Jesus, Billy's reduced Teddy to muttering incoherent yet entirely truthful endearments.]

Edited 2012-10-13 10:10 (UTC)

[He really shouldn't be enjoying this- Teddy could get frustrated before too long, as beautifully patient as he is, and it's cruel to take pleasure in the blond's sexual suffering. But god, the pure, unadulterated desire in Teddy's eyes right now is so arousing he can't even find the words for it.

It's a mixture of Teddy's expression - the strained look, the sweat on his brow, the dark gleam in his eyes that threatens to turn Billy's legs to jelly with how heated it is - and his voice, his words, that makes Billy move his body again, forcing life back into his weakened legs in order to lift them, sliding cautiously upwards to curve the slender limbs around Teddy's waist. He knows how much Teddy likes his legs, so he ought to enjoy the feel of them hooked around him, right?

The movement causes some shifting down below, and it's only after he's finished and adjusted that he realizes that the movement hadn't hurt. Hadn't even chafed. That's beyond reassuring, and after a moment's hesitation - last-minute nerves, he brushes them off with a quiet, inexplicable huff - he brushes his hands up Teddy's arms, trying to wind them around his boyfriend's neck and drag him closer.]

You... want to move. I know. I... [He swallows back his uncertainty and shifts beneath Teddy, his hips moving gently, yet teasingly, against the other boy's.] ...I want you to.

[Feeling those legs around his waist just makes it even worse, or better, for Teddy; he bites his lower lip and moves his hand from Billy's waist to clench into the sheets below him. The shifting it causes is even worse/better once again, and Teddy just can't help himself. It's slow, and it's a tiny movement, but he gyrates his hips ever so slightly, and he takes in a hiss of a breath before he lets it out in an appreciative groan. The fact that Billy isn't protesting gives him a little more hope.

Then Billy wraps his arms around Teddy's neck and talks, and moves his hips and Teddy's about to growl out how much of a tease he's being when he actually says that he wants him to move.

Teddy lifts his head to look up at Billy, eyes wide, as if silently asking if it's really okay. And... well, he must like what he sees, because he takes in another breath, and - doesn't move his hips just yet. Instead, he moves that hand against the bed upward to provide more balance as he leans his body forward, tipping Billy's legs back with him and giving him such an angle that Teddy takes in a deep breath and clenches his teeth, but - no, this part's important.

He's moved enough so that he can bend down to kiss the love of his life, and - it's clumsy and open mouthed, but - it just felt right. He wants to keep it at this level, to really look into his boyfriend's eyes and kiss him while they do this, not just get lost in all of the physical sensations alone.

Again, Teddy wants to say something cliched and romantic, but he can't even think of anything except for something like those incoherent ramblings that aren't romantic at all. So instead, once he pulls his head back, he looks into Billy's eyes again, then finally, finally, moves his hips back, feeling the pull and taking in a shaky breath, before pushing back in and - ]

Ah. [It's quiet, but with the growl and the sudden rush of air that came with it, he might as well have shouted it out. He shuts his eyes as pleasure shoots from his stomach to the rest of his body and makes his fingers curl into the sheets and Billy's skin, now at his hip since his boyfriend moved his legs. And he moves again - despite how much he had to wait and how badly he wanted to move, he still keeps it slow and gentle, getting Billy used to the movement before doing anything rougher. And he's pretty sure they can keep it at that pace and he'll still come messily in mere moments.] B-Billy...

[Teddy's expression basically says it all, and Billy feels an immediate wave of pleasure from the kiss alone, even if it is clumsy. He's not feeling particularly graceful either, and truth be told he really doesn't care if their kissing is a mess. It gives him the push he needs to finally get over the last of his worries, feeling through the touch and motion of his boyfriend's lips that he's just as nervous, just as eager, just as aroused. ...Well, alright, he could feel that much before now. But it still helps.

And then Teddy moves, and his limbs tighten for one incredible moment before he forces himself to relax again, his breath escaping in swift, steady pants. His entire body feels like one huge bundle of nerves, waves of electricity running up and down his spine each time Teddy thrusts in. It's slow and gentle, a pleasant, gradual pace that's easy to get used to, and it encourages Billy to experiment with the movement of his own hips, using his legs to draw Teddy's body closer each time he moves in. It takes practice, of course, and at first it just feels like he's getting in the way of how Teddy wants to move, but... the electricity is still there, that glorious wave of sensations winding its way up and down his back and spreading throughout the rest of his body, and he's pretty sure it's all going straight to his erection. Never in his life has he been harder.]

...Feels... ha, god... feels like magic, T...

[He's not trying to be cheesy, either- he feels weightless, exhilarated, empowered. There's an energy building in his body, and as exhausting as the journey is, he knows that the reward is going to be amazing. He tries to pull Teddy down again, suddenly really wanting his lips against the blond's once more.]

Yeah, I doubt that. It's a rare gift.

[Not that he remembers high school, but self help books aren't the only things he's been reading since he woke up.]

Woe is us, Billy. Built like poles. We shall never achieve our dream of mini skirts.

Instead, magic shall have to suffice.

If you're at all attached to the idea, you could always use magic to enchant a skirt that stays up.

[Or he just likes hilarious mental images.]

Or use magics to give ourselves hips and... hm.

Though of what use is a bottom such as that to men like us?

Might be useful if you have the legs for it. Shorts like that are good for showing off.

My legs are rather long. How does that match with the standard for beauty?

[What is this conversation even and why are we still having it.]

[Oh god - every time Billy pulls him close in a way that disrupts the pattern Teddy set up for himself, he nearly slips and ends up laughing breathlessly, and god this is so not like the stories or accidental videos, but it's still so damn perfect.]

Ha... yeah... magic. And it's - ha - only going to get better...

[At least, Teddy sure hopes so. He leans down at Billy insistence to kiss him again, once more open mouthed and not at all graceful yet still perfect, and he wraps his hand around Billy's thigh, moving it enough to get another angle, to try aiming for that spot that sent Billy wild a little earlier.

...

So it might take a few tries, but he found it earlier so surely he'll find it now.]

[Because it's beautiful and you love it, hush

Billy gives Loki a good once-over from head to toe, his eyes lingering on the aforementioned legs, since they're the current focus. Hmm.]

I'd say they're pretty nice, yeah. You're a bit old for mini-skirts, though. Tight pants, on the other hand... there's potential.

[Loki is completely unbothered by the once-over. Really, if William weren't far too young and potentially a student [something says that is wrong, wrong, wrong] he'd probably be returning the favor.]

A bit old? I think I might feel insulted.

[He gently runs his fingers over his cheeks.]

Am I looking particularly hag-like today? Now I feel self-conscious.

But hm, tight pants. That might be nice for dancing. All of my pants seem to be made of leather, and it's a bit heavy for that sort of fun.

[This is another small cause for concern to him. What sort of person wears that much leather? It's like armor for every day wear.]

Mature, then. Older. Mini-skirts and short-shorts are for kids and teenagers, an adult wearing them is just embarrassing. And... you're into dancing? Wouldn't have guessed that.

[Suddenly intrigued. Who would have thought that Mr. Science-and-Magic would be interested in the arts as well?]

Ah, I understand. I'd rather not embarrass anyone with my state of dress. [Particularly not himself!

He grins.]

Indeed, I have gone dancing twice now since we have been thus inflicted. It seems quite a natural activity so I think it must be something that I do often normally. At the risk of sounding arrogant, I seem to be quite good at it. The man who is normally my dance partner has been complimentary, and I don't think he's merely trying to spare my feelings.

Is dancing a thing you like?

Honestly? I don't know. I can't remember ever trying it. It sounds nice, though. Maybe I'll give it a shot sometime.

[He's already discovered that he's a fan of music, so dancing just seems like the next logical step.]

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[action; august 6th] I would do that shit if it was like supernatural

[Action, Sept 27th Event]

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[action; august 6th] i bet these two watch supernatural

[action; august 6th] billy shrieks at all the monsters

[action; august 6th] billy you face pandemonium while quoting project runway yet shriek at monstes

[action; august 6th] he just hates things that jump him and go bump in the night

[action; august 6th] not everything that goes bump in the night is bad okok

[action; august 6th] as evidenced by this thread

[action; august 6th] is this even taking place at night

[action; august 6th] lmao no it's like midafternoon

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[action; august 6th] bump in the midafternoon

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