[Billy trembles slightly against him, and he leans into the touch of the other boy's forehead, eyes clenching and panting quietly for a moment. Those words mean so much to him, despite the fact that he's heard them so many times before; to hear that love, that support, the trust and adoration in his voice... and to see it in his eyes, too. Definitely feel it in his body.
He takes a shuddering breath, his voice barely above a whisper, trusting Teddy's powerful hearing to catch his response.]
I love you, too... I love you so much... I love you, just like this...
[Just like this. In his form, the natural one, the body Teddy's most comfortable in. He could make himself look like anything and Billy would love him if Teddy was happy with it. It's something they'd both come to understand long ago, and since he's the one who ruined that, he desperately wants to remind Teddy of that promise, again and again. To love him, to cherish and admire and be attracted to whatever skin Teddy wears. Because the choice is Teddy's, not his. Because Teddy's beautiful when he's happy.
Gently, experimentally, he moves his hips in a soft, steady thrust to get them started. But his eyes are open again now, and he keeps them trained on the love of his life, watching his face, his body, the reactions he finds there. This is what he wants.]
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He takes a shuddering breath, his voice barely above a whisper, trusting Teddy's powerful hearing to catch his response.]
I love you, too... I love you so much... I love you, just like this...
[Just like this. In his form, the natural one, the body Teddy's most comfortable in. He could make himself look like anything and Billy would love him if Teddy was happy with it. It's something they'd both come to understand long ago, and since he's the one who ruined that, he desperately wants to remind Teddy of that promise, again and again. To love him, to cherish and admire and be attracted to whatever skin Teddy wears. Because the choice is Teddy's, not his. Because Teddy's beautiful when he's happy.
Gently, experimentally, he moves his hips in a soft, steady thrust to get them started. But his eyes are open again now, and he keeps them trained on the love of his life, watching his face, his body, the reactions he finds there. This is what he wants.]