[Billy shudders in delight at every little sign that Teddy's enjoying himself- the nails at his back, the noises escaping his lips, the way his body tightens, all of it. Teddy's hand beat his own to the erection pressed between them, so instead he uses both hands to brace himself and thrust faster, harder, seeking and finding that spot over and over again with practiced ease. His fingers tighten in the sheets, tilting his head to scrape his teeth against Teddy's exposed neck, soothing the spot with lips and tongue immediately after before repeating the motion. He can't give Teddy a lasting hickey, but he can sure as hell let him feel it for a while.
And Teddy's fingers are trying to make their own lasting marks, something Billy tries to encourage with the way his body responds to it; he loves when his skin displays the evidence of their lovemaking, feels a deep warmth in his chest when he sees them reflected in the mirror the next morning. The sensitivity of the lines and kissed bruises always makes him shiver, especially when Teddy touches them. More, he wants more, and he wants to give it all to his lover.]
[Action, March 14th]
And Teddy's fingers are trying to make their own lasting marks, something Billy tries to encourage with the way his body responds to it; he loves when his skin displays the evidence of their lovemaking, feels a deep warmth in his chest when he sees them reflected in the mirror the next morning. The sensitivity of the lines and kissed bruises always makes him shiver, especially when Teddy touches them. More, he wants more, and he wants to give it all to his lover.]
T... Teddy...