[action; august 6th] if you wanted to be subtle stop biting my neck

[For a long moment, Billy can't move, can't even breathe; his back hits the bed, his head flopped bonelessly against the pillow, and his limbs are still wound around Teddy's body, tight as a vice and just as immobile. Eventually he remembers that hey, breathing is good if you don't want to pass out, and he gasps, chest heaving beneath the blond's head, hands trembling as he slowly begins to stroke his hair. He's sweaty and wet and exhausted and more than a little numb, but god, god, does he ever feel good right now.]

Ha... ha... hrmmmm... gr... gah...

[...Well, that was supposed to be coherent, but his brain-to-mouth function doesn't seem to be working, so he just gives up and laughs breathlessly. Wow. Wow.]