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...O-oh god. Maybe? How weird would that be... he'd probably be a witch-in-training, like me and Wanda, too.

[....]

What if they hit it off!?

Troublemaking isn't so bad. People can generally handle that well enough. It's the whole genocide thing that folks take issue with.

[Loki laughs.] I learned from the best. And here I thought it was all right, so long as it was all bad people.

[The blood on his hands is nothing compared to that on Odin's, after all.]

[Teddy had been expecting the touches to continue. He didn't quite expect for Billy to kiss him, but he's certainly not complaining. All he can really do is lean into and return the kiss, as much as he wants to hold his lover close and stroke his back and neck and sides. He could easily break out - all it'd really take is a slight shift, or even just a pull, to rip out of his shirt. But wouldn't that just spoil what Billy has in store for him?

Besides, with the way Billy's kissing him...

So Teddy keeps his arms where they are, though he does part his lips in case Billy wants to deepen the kiss further. He's placing himself entirely in Billy's hands here, and even he's a little surprised by just how comfortable he feels here, arms back and completely at the mercy of someone who tried to kill him several weeks ago.

But Teddy wasn't lying when he said he trusted him with his life now. And here he is, relaxed and comfortable and enjoying everything Billy's giving to him.]

[Billy certainly does want to deepen the kiss, and as soon as Teddy's lips part he indulges in that desire, his tongue teasing against the blond's in a dance that is all too easy to re-learn even after so little practice this past month or two. It doesn't last too long - he does have other plans - but it's long enough for him to feel damn satisfied when he breaks contact, and he hopes that Teddy feels the same way.

He remains close, his voice hushed, breath hot against Teddy's face.]

I'm thinking... let's play a game.

[He leans forward, letting his body push Teddy's back against the headboard, and guides Teddy's hands to hold on to it. Then he shifts back.]

How long can you stay up there while I'm down here?

[Which of course, with them, could mean all kinds of things might be about to happen.]

Uuuuuuuuugh! [ AS LONG AND DRAWN OUT AS THAT CAN POSSIBLY BE. ]

No. I forbid it! The universe forbids it!

[Teddy feels pretty damn satisfied himself when he's backed up against the headboard, obeying all of Billy's wishes and keeping his hands on the headboard. It's been a long while since he's been kissed so thoroughly, enough that he still feels his tongue and lips tingle. He licks his lips because of it, back slightly arched, legs spreading slightly as if they know just what kinds of things Billy's insinuating, and are very open to the idea.]

Depends on what you mean by here. But I'll play your little game. Challenge accepted.

"Hands off". That's what I mean. And maybe try not to break the headboard this time.

[Though at least there's another bed right across the room that they could switch over to, if it did break. That's more effort than he's hoping to expend before they get to the good parts. He also has a few ideas of how to handle this, and... well, feeling unusually self-conscious, he's not sure he wants to see Teddy's expression until he knows how Teddy'll feel about it.

Hrngh. Nerve-wracking. Rather than dwell on it, Billy shuffles back again, allowing his hands to trail down Teddy's arms, shoulders, chest, then stomach, until they reach the curve of his pants, starting to undo them. He can't pamper properly until he has access to more skin.]

That really depends on who you talk to, I guess.

[He doesn't expect to ever agree on this one, either, though.]

That was just a few times...

[There's a slight pout to his lips as he says it, even as he feels his body lean into Billy's touches, feeling more sensitized due to not being able to see, and lifting his hips up to give Billy better access to his pants. Sure, sometimes he loses control, and sometimes the headboard and blankets and sheets and pillows suffer for it. But at least he... mostly keeps it under control...?

Yeah yeah he'll be careful this time. Though that might depend entirely on what Billy has in store for him.]

"A few times", he says. I've counted. The number is significant.

[And that's all he'll say in the matter; he's not about to confess that he keeps a counter of tiny notches in the headboard, hidden mostly out of sight, and adds to it every time he gets Teddy to break it. It's half bragging rights and half reminder of where not to put his body parts while they're making love. Splinters and slivers are the last things they need in bed.

That's not important now, however. What's important is the lift of Teddy's hips, allowing him to press his mouth more easily against the trail of hair leading down into his pants, his tongue teasing around Teddy's belly button, exploring the curves of his muscles, teeth scraping gently over bare skin, teasing as his fingers dip down into his underwear. They don't go far, just enough to tentatively explore, but just far enough for a taste.]

What would we even say, though? "Sorry, Not-Mom, you can't date a future super-villain"? Cassie had a big crush on Nate, and he was going to be Kang.

[ He grabs the smoothie off of the counter and uses that to cover up any discomfort he might feel.

Carry on like it's nothing, tough guy. He does just that after a lengthy gulp. ]

Aaaaaand she ended up with Jonas. Problem solved.

...She did?

[HE HADN'T HEARD THAT PART OF IT]

[ ... oh mother of fuck. ]

Yep. [ CAN WE NOT TALK ABOUT THIS WAIT HEY ] ... isn't the Vision our like, soul dad or something?

[That was awkwardly abrupt.]

...Supposedly, yeah. It's not like I've met Wanda yet to ask her about it, but it sounded like Vision was going to say that when we Kl'rt first brought it up.

... We have the weirdest family tree.

Seriously. If Vision's our soul-dad, that means both our grandfathers are villains.

That explains the urge to steal everyone's left shoe.

...No, I think that's just Tommy Shepherd being himself.

... Wait, you've been counting?

[The question, while surprised and embarrassed, is vague and quiet, as if he's not expecting an answer. The importance of it was shed the moment Billy started to press his mouth against his navel, when his fingers started to stroke and tease and wander a little closer to where he's starting to need the most attention; he can feel his arousal starting to strain against his pants, having slowly grown as if curious by all that was going on.

He can feel one of his hands letting go and, remembering the challenge, Teddy makes himself hold on again. It's just so, so natural to want to slide his hand into Billy's hair, encouraging him, wanting to keep him there. Instead, he communicates by tipping his head back with a sigh, lips remaining parted, and keeping his hips raised. He hopes Billy can get the message, even with his hands tied.]

The urge will come.

Mmmmm.

[It's as much of an answer as he's going to offer; he's too pleasantly occupied to care about the topic much, and he suspects Teddy is much the same at this point. The physical cues he's getting from his boyfriend are more than enough to encourage him to continue, so Billy doesn't hesitate, using his free hand to drag the pants further down while Teddy's lifted himself up. It's much easier to do, and it means he can slide his hand further in, fingers stroking at the very base of his erection. God, he can feel it already, and it feels great. Only the second time to touch it in as many days after months of nothing, and it's still like coming home. This is exactly how he'd been hoping it would feel.

He smiles against Teddy's stomach, and shifts over towards his hip instead of moving his lips lower, nipping gently at Teddy's skin. He plans to love on every inch he can get to before he takes things to the next step.]

[Teddy does wish Billy moved further down, but... this is fine, too.

I love your hips, Billy had said just yesterday, the words echoing in his head when he feels kisses against one of them.

I hate my hips, he thinks to himself. But if Billy loves them, loves every part of him, then maybe... he can learn to like himself again? He had, before they were taken away and broken apart, before the spell that threatened to ruin what they had. He at least thought these parts of himself were okay. It kind of freaks him out, knowing that he can so easily dive right back into such negative thoughts about his own body. That he's capable of it, even after so many talks and this long of accepting who he was.

But he can learn again, right? He'd learned before when he thought it was impossible. It's possible, even if it's hard. He knows that for sure. And he knows Billy's willing to be with him every step of the way.

So he doesn't protest, merely lets his lips quirk up while he lets out a quiet chuckle, and he bends his leg to stroke Billy's back with his foot. If he's not allowed to move his hands, then he can move his feet, right?]

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