[That's exactly what he'd wanted, and now that he's finally receiving it he makes his delight known, arching his body up to press against Teddy's and sliding his hands up the blond's chest just as appreciatively. He seeks out all the pleasantly sensitive spots that he's discovered over the past couple of years, the movement of his fingers practised and refined to an art form only for Teddy.]

I think... wherever we do this, from now on, is going to be special. Whether it's in a bed or on the floor or against a wall or in some underground cave in the middle of nowhere- anywhere- it won't matter. This is what matters...

[He draws one hand back, stroking it through Teddy's hair, touching his cheek, the ring finger trailing cold metal over this skin.]

Just this. Just us. The rest is just... fanfare. Noise. Meaningless details. That's how I feel.