[... Well. That right there pretty much tells him that he should keep going.
Teddy can't really answer with his mouth occupied, so he doesn't respond for now; instead, he shuts his eyes, closes his lips around his toe, and gives it a gentle and teasing suck, the hand that was still massaging the other foot moving over to slide up his pants leg a little.
And with that done, he looks up at his boyfriend through his lashes, smirks again, then pulls away from his foot - it's probably super dirty, but whatever. Now he has something else in mind.]
I'd probably sooner play frisbee with it than wear it.
[Now that Billy's pants leg is rolled up, Teddy brushes his lips against his ankle, then further up the shin, until his lips brush against fabric and cease his journey.]
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Teddy can't really answer with his mouth occupied, so he doesn't respond for now; instead, he shuts his eyes, closes his lips around his toe, and gives it a gentle and teasing suck, the hand that was still massaging the other foot moving over to slide up his pants leg a little.
And with that done, he looks up at his boyfriend through his lashes, smirks again, then pulls away from his foot - it's probably super dirty, but whatever. Now he has something else in mind.]
I'd probably sooner play frisbee with it than wear it.
[Now that Billy's pants leg is rolled up, Teddy brushes his lips against his ankle, then further up the shin, until his lips brush against fabric and cease his journey.]