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[He? Is so spoiled. So, so spoiled. And lucky, can't forget that. By the time Teddy gets halfway up to his knee his breath is quickening, and he lifts his free leg to slide his foot from Teddy's shoulder to his back, toes scraping over the fabric of his shirt. He licks his lips, wondering just how far they can take this with his leg in the state it's in - and with Ben's barbeque to attend later - but feeling like he'd rather not wind down now. Not when Teddy's got him all riled up.

Damn the man for being so fabulous even when he's biting someone's toes.]

H-ha...a crown frisbee, then. Maybe I should just get you a dog.