[Billy would grin, but his mouth is a little busy right now- not to mention doing that would cause some discomfort to the one he's trying to please. Instead he chuckles from around Teddy's length, his tongue sliding with practiced ease around hardened flesh as he inches it deeper into his mouth. It's a far cry from the fumbling, embarrassing first attempt, when he'd been constantly torn between awkwardness and awe and the urge to say something needy and pathetic and cliche like, "oh, Teddy, I want that in me" (an urge that is bubbling up again in his mind with every ridiculously sexy noise that Teddy makes, and one he somehow manages to suppress), more proof that the saying is true: practice really does make perfect.
He doesn't want to take Teddy so far that they finish before they've even begun, but he's hard to stop, so instead of going cold turkey he slows down his movements, easing back with a shudder. He feels electrified all over again, his hair tousled out of place by Teddy's hand, his lips wet and curled into a hazy, self-satisfied smile.]
[action; august 6th] that mental image is not making this scene very sexy
He doesn't want to take Teddy so far that they finish before they've even begun, but he's hard to stop, so instead of going cold turkey he slows down his movements, easing back with a shudder. He feels electrified all over again, his hair tousled out of place by Teddy's hand, his lips wet and curled into a hazy, self-satisfied smile.]
Ever notice how foul-mouthed you get in bed?