[Billy's fingers scrape lightly over the skin of Teddy's back, both feet pressed against the bed to brace himself as he lifts his hips to rub against the blond. This is starting to make him seriously consider being late to the barbeque, because- well, because. The words Teddy's whispering in his ear are only goading him on, and he tilts his head to nibble roughly against his boyfriend's neck. He doesn't really care if it won't leave any marks- he just really wants to keep up the contact right now.]
...mm- ...'m gonna wash your mouth out... with soap, Altman...
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...mm- ...'m gonna wash your mouth out... with soap, Altman...