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[There. It's been a while, so Billy had wondered if it would take longer to find the spot, but as soon as Teddy cries out, he knows he's done it right. Immediately he arches his hips to thrust harder into that spot, seeking it out again and again, shifting his head to let his lips kiss at Teddy's forehead, down his cheeks, to his neck as well, anywhere but his lips to keep them free. He wants to hear the noises Teddy makes, open and unmuffled. It sounds about as amazing as it feels.]

[It feels absolutely amazing, moreso than Teddy even anticipated. And he knows - he knows that Billy likes a bit of roughness as well, more than Teddy's willing to give. But with shortened nails, he rakes his fingers across his shoulder blade, leaving pink lines that'll likely linger for hours, one of the signs that Billy's doing an incredible job of making this good.

And, of course, the sounds he makes: open moans, sometimes held back by Teddy biting his own bottom lip and letting out a rush of air instead, lips quirked up with appreciation and pleasure and how it all feels so, so good, even if he can't hold himself back for long. He would wish this could go on forever, if the end result wasn't twice as good as what's happening now.

Speaking of that, there's just one last thing Teddy needs. And with Billy's hands busy in his hair, Teddy decides to take action himself, working his hand between their moving bodies to stroke his achingly hard erection in time with Billy's thrusts, and the sensation is just -

God, he's so close, having already been built up so much thanks to all the teasing and denials and all of this. But he'll hold off, as long as it takes for Billy to be right there with him.]

[Teddy's hand sliding between their bodies is a reminder of what he'd been forgetting; in the position he's in, though, he can't help with it, since he lacks the physical strength to hold himself up and move one-handed. Billy tries to make up for it by grinding his hips directly (as much as he can, anyway) into that very same spot, reaching as deeply as possible to try and maximize the pleasure Teddy gets to experience until they both reach their peaks. He's already swiftly approaching it, but he's determined to push Teddy there first. He can wait. Teddy's more important, here and now and always.

He ends up focusing on Teddy's neck longer than intended, biting and nibbling and lathing his tongue over the surface, but he finally pulls back to watch Teddy's face, to see his expression when he hits that glorious moment. It's been so long since they really did this, and longer still since he was in this position, and... he really wants to see it. He wants to know for certain that it was just as amazing for Teddy as it was for him.]

Ted... Teddy... oh my god... oh my god, are you...

[By the time Billy pulls back to watch him, Teddy's got his eyes tightly shut, his free fingers pressed against Billy's back after making two more rows of pink lines, his mouth hanging open and the side of his head pressing against the pillow, having moved it to give Billy as much room as he wanted. It's such an overload of sensation that it's all he can do, letting out moans and cries that he can't hold back, never had a chance at holding back with Billy pressing hard against his prostate over and over and over again.

But when he hears him speak, Teddy turns his head and opens his eyes, dark and hazy as they are, to look up at him. Billy's close, he can tell, but Teddy's closer, right on the razor edge of coming messily between them, and he just - he just needs a few more, a few more strokes and thrusts and bites and cries, and Billy, above and within and all around, face flushed and hair tussled and - god, god.

He wanted to wait, wanted to see and feel Billy lose himself to all of this, but Teddy doesn't think he can take it anymore. Everything that Billy's doing to him only makes the pressure inside him build with every thrust, the longer he looks at him with eyes that carry so much emotion, now and in the past and always, the more he - he - oh christ - ]

Oh god, Billy... Billy, I - I'm - f-fuck, Billy -

[The pressure's too much, and Teddy clenches his eyes shut again, grips Billy's hair and bites his lower lip and feels himself go tense, and then he's just gone, back arching and letting out a cry as he finally feels a powerful orgasm rip through his spine and shoot like lightning to every part of his body. It's so much more intense than yesterday, and it feels like all of his senses just decided to give up and not work anymore. It's...

It's amazing. Just... absolutely amazing, and so, so worth the wait.]

[...Well. He certainly felt that, from the clawing at his back to the wetness on his stomach to the hot breath against his face. And watching it was just as amazing, not to mention breathtaking, so it's a good thing that it only takes a handful of follow-up thrusts before he's there, right there with Teddy, dropping off that edge and releasing with a stuttering breath. He manages to hold himself up just long enough to feel it all before his arms half-buckle and he allows himself to drape across Teddy's body, face buried against his boyfriend's neck. God. God. To call that intense would be a severe and punishable understatement.

It really had been perfect, just like they'd hoped. And that, more than anything, tells him that they're going to be okay.]

[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.]

Ha... that was...

....Mmmmm... yeah...

[There's a long, bleary moment of blissful ignorance, and then Billy tilts his head just enough so that his voice won't be muffled when he speaks again.]

..."I'm fuck"? Is that... what you were going for?

[He could have said something loving and profound and... whatever, but this? This sounded more like them. And as soon as the words are out of his mouth, as soon as he starts regretting them, he realizes that. It helps him to relax again, anyway.]

Mmwha...?

[When did that even - oh. ... Teddy has some idea of when he said that, anyway, but it's still not very clear in his head. Regardless, he lets out a huff that seems like a combination of a sigh and a laugh, wishing he had the energy to shove him, but it hasn't quite returned to him yet.]

Come on... you really expect me to... make sense when it's getting screwed out of me? Don't even know what I was going for...

[The breath that it takes to laugh at that somehow gives Billy enough energy to pull out and roll over to lie on his back next to Teddy, panting quietly and smiling like an idiot. God, he doesn't care. They're gross and sweaty and will be cold soon if they don't either put a fire on or get to the hot springs and he just. Does not care.

He's just so happy.]

I'll just... ha... take it as a compliment, then. I screwed the sense out of Teddy Altman. That's going in the record books.

Broke a few of your old records there, too... [Not the first time Billy screwed him senseless and all.

For a moment, Teddy stays on his back as well, still breathing hard, eyes shut, grinning like a doofus and not even caring about anything but the wonderful sensations flowing through him and his lover breathing beside him. Rather than get to work on cleaning up, or getting that condom off of Billy, or warming up somehow or go to the hot springs for a good combo of all those things, Teddy instead turns on his side to rest his cheek against Billy's torso and slide an arm around his waist, his movements slow and lazy, smile still plastered on his face. He doesn't even care how gross they are right now; he's just so happy that he doesn't care about anything else.]

I can queue my phone up with "We are the Champions" or something, if you want some mood music.

[It's half-teasing (he... probably doesn't have that song anyway) but one-hundred-percent affection, and Billy doesn't hesitate to cuddle back, resting his chin against Teddy's hair while a hand lifts to cover the one on his chest. A few minutes, that's all he needs. A few minutes just like this.]

...Thank you... for this.

[Teddy lets out a quiet, affectionate chuckle at that; he actually does have that song, though only because it was used in a sports movie and is pretty iconic. Still, he refuses to move to go get it. He'd rather stay like this for as long as possible.

He opens his eyes enough to see his hand tilt to lace his fingers with Billy's, then keeps them open, just observing the way they fit together.]

Mm, well... I sure got a lot of benefits out of it, too. [He tenses slightly as if he's holding back another little chuckle, a laugh at his own joke, then relaxes once the urge goes away. That was a bit unromantic, so.] But yeah... thank you, too.

[He wasn't sure if Billy would go along with the idea of him being the one to top after all this time, so seeing him take the plunge with Teddy...

Yeah. They're okay.]

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