[He has enough sense to feel those last jerky thrusts, and then the weight of his boyfriend against his body, worn out and spent. Teddy's about like that himself - arms on the bed and feeling an awful lot like they're made of rock, legs loose around Billy's waist, panting to catch his breath, eyes still shut as he starts to come down from his high, even as sparks of sensation still make him shudder with pleasure.
They're okay. Maybe they still have a bit to go... but they're okay. They're not backing down from any of this, not ever.
He starts to smile, first soft and tired before bordering on just plain silly, as he lifts a hand enough to pass his fingers lazily through Billy's hair. For the first time in a long while, Teddy actually feels drained; satisfied as all hell, but drained all the same.]
[Action, November 23rd]
They're okay. Maybe they still have a bit to go... but they're okay. They're not backing down from any of this, not ever.
He starts to smile, first soft and tired before bordering on just plain silly, as he lifts a hand enough to pass his fingers lazily through Billy's hair. For the first time in a long while, Teddy actually feels drained; satisfied as all hell, but drained all the same.]
Ha... that was...