[Billy snorts faintly, turning his head to press a daring kiss to Teddy's inner thigh.]
Like I said. Not your legs.
[He's heard the comments, he knows. Not that it really bothers him - that would require giving a damn about what people think of him, for one, and for two, having "girly legs" isn't what he'd call an insult when he's fought alongside people like She-Hulk and Miss Marvel - but he has enough sense to recognize the difference. People would never mistake Teddy, or Hulkling, for a woman.
And that's okay.
His gaze drifts back to the spots he'd been kissing a moment ago. It could just be his imagination, but... is that the beginnings of a tent being pitched...? Or is it just - dare he say it - wishful thinking?
...Hmm.]
I could go on for a while about your legs, though. Remember? I did tell you that before.
[On that paper back in the hotel, that horrible, heartbreaking and yet eye-opening list. The one he'd kept without telling Teddy, the one hidden away in a secret place so he can remind himself every now and then of Teddy's deepest insecurities, the parts of him that need the most love and care. There would never be enough paper to give him the sort of space he'd need to say everything there was to say about Teddy. Everything he loves.
He doesn't let the memory ruin his mood, as much as it tries. It's fuel for the fire of this desire he's carrying, now, the powerful need to go further with this. Teddy's given him so much. It's time to give back, and... and climb out of the hole he's dug himself into.
Billy gives the pants another tug, and they're free of Teddy's underwear now, partially exposing him. He nudges the blond's legs apart just a little more and glances up, a silent question in his eyes. How far is he allowed to take this...?]
[Action, November 22nd]
Like I said. Not your legs.
[He's heard the comments, he knows. Not that it really bothers him - that would require giving a damn about what people think of him, for one, and for two, having "girly legs" isn't what he'd call an insult when he's fought alongside people like She-Hulk and Miss Marvel - but he has enough sense to recognize the difference. People would never mistake Teddy, or Hulkling, for a woman.
And that's okay.
His gaze drifts back to the spots he'd been kissing a moment ago. It could just be his imagination, but... is that the beginnings of a tent being pitched...? Or is it just - dare he say it - wishful thinking?
...Hmm.]
I could go on for a while about your legs, though. Remember? I did tell you that before.
[On that paper back in the hotel, that horrible, heartbreaking and yet eye-opening list. The one he'd kept without telling Teddy, the one hidden away in a secret place so he can remind himself every now and then of Teddy's deepest insecurities, the parts of him that need the most love and care. There would never be enough paper to give him the sort of space he'd need to say everything there was to say about Teddy. Everything he loves.
He doesn't let the memory ruin his mood, as much as it tries. It's fuel for the fire of this desire he's carrying, now, the powerful need to go further with this. Teddy's given him so much. It's time to give back, and... and climb out of the hole he's dug himself into.
Billy gives the pants another tug, and they're free of Teddy's underwear now, partially exposing him. He nudges the blond's legs apart just a little more and glances up, a silent question in his eyes. How far is he allowed to take this...?]