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[Voice/Action] Forward-dated to the afternoon of the 9th

[He should have seen this coming- it's like it's some kind of retaliation for what he'd done on Teddy's birthday. He still manages to be surprised when Teddy shoos him out of the apartment some time after breakfast on the 9th, barely given time to grab his coat and stuff his laptop into a bag before he's been officially banished from his own home.

...Well then. Looks like he's in the wind today. First things first: while he isn't usually the type to announce this kind of thing, thanks to having the afternoon to himself (whereas usually his birthday is filled with doting parents and obnoxious little brothers vying for attention) he's feeling indulgent enough to go for it, and he remembers something in particular...]

Okay- first of all, question for everybody. Now that I know about that whole... Valentine's Day thing that's supposed to happen every year, does anyone know how to avoid it? Or should I just lock myself in my room for a few days and hope for the best?

And second, to the X-Men? If the team training is still on for today, it's probably safe to go ahead and assume I won't make it. I'm allowed to have plans on my birthday. But happy birthday to Logan whenever he gets back- 180 is a pretty big landmark, right?

[Hopefully he won't get killed for that one, but he just couldn't help himself. Even if the accuracy of that number is questionable.

The rest of the afternoon will be spent in the following ways: goofing off in the Battle Dome with some self-indulgent hologram scenarios blatantly ripped out of Star Trek, wasting time in Seventh Heaven with excessive amounts of coffee and his laptop like a proper teenage hipster, and then, when his battery's running dry, returning to building #5 to bully Teddy into feeding the laptop's power cord under the door, at which point he'll be curled up on the floor outside his apartment playing Minecraft or something while he waits for his boyfriend to finish... whatever he's doing in there.]

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Mmph. Shirts too-

[Billy's voice is muffled, pressed tightly to Teddy's neck again, trailing a line along the side of it. With Teddy taking care of his own pants, he slides a hand back up Teddy's chest, dragging the shirt upwards, trying to get it as far up as he can without interrupting the blond's movements.

It's all a bit slow and clumsy, doing it backwards and without being able to see, but he doesn't really mind; with the way he's moving, it's like he has all the time in the world.]

We better- hn- have stuff in the drawer. Don't wanna get up.

["Stuff", he says. So elegant, Kaplan.]

[Elegance is lost in the face of snuggly, lazy sex, ok ok.

Teddy's kind of slow with getting the pants off himself, though he still manages it, and ends up working it off with his feet while he reaches over, trying to do so without shifting or moving much, to open the drawer and peek inside. He probably has to dislodge Billy from his neck to do that, but he can always latch on again when Teddy comes back.

And before he does, he works his shirt off of the shoulder against the bed, now that it's lifted up, and then settles down again, allowing Billy to get rid of the rest as he holds up both lube and a condom over his shoulder.]

No need to fear, stuff is here.

[Screw elegance. But he'd rather screw Teddy.

As soon as the blond is back up against him, Billy latches on to his neck again, nibbling and teasing with his tongue while one hand slides up to snag the offered condom and tube. The other is still busy at Teddy's groin, stroking more eagerly now that he has room to move. He's not going too quickly, though- it would be a shame to finish before they've even started, after all.]

'm gonna top. Okay?

[He gives Teddy's shoulder a nudge, trying to get him to lie more flatly on his front while he holds the condom in his mouth and fusses with his own pajamas. He's not really waiting for an answer since he seriously doubts that Teddy would refuse at this point- the question is honestly more of a formality.]

Kind of figured... ha...

[The nudge to his shoulder makes him groan, both in anticipation for what's to come and reluctance, since moving would mean getting away from all the wonderful things Billy's hand is doing to him.

But soon enough, the anticipation gets to him, and he pushes himself up on his arm to get the rest of his shirt off, then leans over to lie on his front, his legs shifting under him to lift his hips and give Billy more access, and his forehead resting against his wrist while his free hand grips the sheets beneath him lightly. Better to hold on to that than the headboard, like one of the first times he was on the receiving end and ended up breaking the stupid thing.

... This position is kind of embarrassing to just hang out in so hurry up Billyyyyy]

[Who's eager now? :|

Billy can sense his impatience, though - he'd know even without the little hints, it's just part of who Teddy is, after all - and can't help a little huff of laughter against his back, between teeth clenched around a condom wrapper. He keeps one hand stroking, and there's a clicking sound as the lube is opened; a moment later he nuzzles his head against Teddy's, murmuring something incoherent into his hair as he eases a slickened finger around Teddy's entrance, nudging in to start to prep him.]

[The finger at his entrance makes Teddy let in a quiet gasp, then let it out in a long breath as the weird sensation fades; if there's one good thing about being on the bottom, it's that both his healing power and his shifting come into play, almost entirely on their own and without his control. So, this step usually doesn't take as long as it would if Billy were in his position.

It all makes Teddy eager as ever, especially with the way he pushes his hips into the ministrations that Billy's other hand is giving him. Unfortunately, there's not much he can do for his boyfriend in this position, other than to move his hand from the sheets to tangle into Billy's hair and breathe out his name, his lips parted as if he knows he can't even try to muffle the quiet noises that escape.]

[It's easy to feel the difference, with Teddy's abilities; he'd been cautious at first, not wanting to go too quickly and hurt the shapeshifter, but he's quickly learned that the ability to change one's body at will makes the preparation much easier on both of them. Not that he doesn't still enjoy it to some extent, mind. There's something exhilarating and empowering about making Teddy wait for it, feeling his body shift and squirm against his hands, listening to the sounds he makes in anticipation for the next step. It isn't often that Billy gets to feel powerful without his magic, and doing this gives him that rare opportunity, so he likes to indulge in it a little. Especially when it's with someone as strong as Teddy.

He knows not to wait too long, and even he can't hold back his own urges very well, especially since he'd been itching for a bit of action even in his dreams, apparently, so when he feels that the both of them have had enough, he withdraws his hand from Teddy's erection to grab the condom package, letting his teeth tear it carefully and shifting back only long enough to roll it on. He's back on track a scant second later, pressing close- pressing in- with his body tight against Teddy's, lips on the back of his neck.]

[As soon as Billy starts to press into him, Teddy bites his lower lip and presses his forehead against his wrist, his other hand finding its way to the sheets again to grip into them. Yes, he likes to take control often, and he loves to take care of Billy, doing all the work and letting him love every second. But sometimes he just wants to be dominated, and Billy is quite good at that when he wants to take control. He's forward, achingly teasing and knows all the right places to touch, and it's arousing and attractive to Teddy in different ways.

Once Billy's buried to the hilt, Teddy lets out the breath he was holding in a shaky exhale, his hands alternating between relaxing and clenching while he gets used to the feeling. He tries not to shift into it, lest he gives too much space and thus makes it not as good for Billy, and so this part takes a little more time.

But his healing factor is still playing a role here. So really, it still doesn't take long for him to let out a weak, shaky chuckle, and for him to squeeze his muscles around Billy; if he can't touch him or kiss him the way he wants, by god, he'll find some way to pour attention onto his boyfriend.]

I think... hnn... you're good to go.

[Billy's already panting, his breath hot and quick at Teddy's back, feeling the weight of those muscles around his erection and dying to move. He'd never rush - Teddy has the patience for this, and it takes longer with him, so what right does he have to complain? - but every time he does this, he gains a new appreciation for his boyfriend's self-control. It's hard to do this when you really just want to go at it.

Waiting gives him another round of watching Teddy respond to him, so as hard as it is, he focuses on that, one hand braced against the bed, the other curved around the blond's waist, supporting him and brushing his fingers against the curls of hair below his waist, teasing and offering a taste of what's to come. And when Teddy gives his permission, he lets those fingers slide down, wrapping around his length as he withdraws and starts to move.

...God, but this never gets old. Teddy's power offer them both an impressive balance between tightness and comfort, and every time they switch over like this, it just seems to get better.]

Ha... you're getting really good at... shifting...

[Teddy lets out a noise that sounds like a snort and a moan between his little gasps of breath thanks to what Billy said, and he ducks his head to cover the grin on his face, both from the pleasure that's starting to grow and from humor.]

Like to think I'm... pretty g-good at... ah...

[Whatever else he was going to say is just gone out of his head, his mind hazy from the sex as it is and the hand wrapped around him and making it even better, and he hangs his mouth open, taking in deep breaths and letting them out in breathy, quiet moans between thrusts. If there's yet another difference between Billy and Teddy in this position, it's that Teddy's much quieter than Billy. Oh, he still makes noises, and he still thoroughly enjoys it, but he certainly doesn't let two other apartments know it (and Billy definitely would, if it weren't for the soundproof barrier).]

You're always- hnnn- so good, T, oh my god...

[The noise difference isn't something Billy pays much attention to - mostly because he doesn't realize how loud he's being unless Teddy brings it up - but he has noticed how quiet Teddy's always been. Not because he doesn't enjoy it (even Teddy couldn't fake that, he's pretty sure) but because he's just not generally as (loudly) vocal about his pleasure. Which is fine, just fine.

But it doesn't stop Billy from trying to get him to let it all out, playing something of a secret game just to see if he can do it. It's almost like watching Teddy's eyes shift, which he unfortunately can't do from this position.

Now that they've settled into a comfortable position together, hips moving more or less in tandem, he shifts to try and angle his thrusts properly, seeking out the one spot that might earn the verbal feedback he's craving. The hand braced against the bed at Teddy's side inches over to find the blond's, covering it and weaving their fingers together. He knows this position is harder for someone who craves touch as much as Teddy, so he wants to indulge that as much as he can without flipping them over.]

[Yes, this position is a little harder on him, and yes, he'd still love nothing more than to flip over and hold his lover in his arms, wrap his legs around him and kiss his shoulders and just let him have his way with him.

But there are certain advantages to this one too, like how much easier it is, and he can feel that on both ends. In fact, with Billy already having practice plus this position in particular, it doesn't take long at all to find that sweet spot, and it makes Teddy's back arch and press his chest against the bed, fingers gripping tightly into the mattress, although he's careful with one hand since he's got Billy's trapped there, and let out a loud cry of pleasure. It's overwhelming, it's always so overwhelming, and he can practically feel the white hot stars bursting and fading up his spine and through his nerves, making his toes curl.]

Hngh - ! Th... There, you... right there...

[Well. That's the sound he'd been listening for.

Billy can't help the slow smirk that crosses his lips, and he does his best to keep his body moving in a similar way, hips thrusting at an angle that he hopes will keep hitting that perfect spot inside his boyfriend. He picks up the pace of his hand, as well, stroking Teddy's erection in time with those thrusts, nuzzling his face against the blond's neck or hair and murmuring encouragements. God, but he feels amazing, tight and hot and pliant beneath him. He feels like he could stay buried forever, even if he can already feel himself building up towards the peak that was always the best part of this.]

[Teddy has to grit his teeth, his noises quieting a little more now that he's expecting the sudden bursts of pleasure, yet still unlike before. He pulls his wrist out from under his forehead in favor of gripping into Billy's hair, the gesture more sensual than forceful, and he just loses himself to all of the sensations - Billy pushing into him over and over again, stroking his erection in time with that, nuzzling his neck and murmuring against him. It's all enough to completely forget the rest of the world exists, much less the way his other hand grips hard enough at the sheets to pull it right off the corner of the bed.

It's also enough to get him climbing towards the peak fast, and his breaths are deeper because of it, but he still has enough semblance of mind to try and actually tell Billy what's about to happen.]

Billy... Billy...

[That's about the best he can do right there, so hopefully Billy will get the hint, and hopefully he's not far behind.]

[It's message enough- even if it wasn't for the words, he'd understand by the feel of it, the way Teddy tightens around him, the way grips his hair, the way he breathes into the sheets, the way he moves. And Billy's more than happy to follow him to that glorious peak, picking up the pace in both thrust and stroke, very nearly there himself. His hand tightens around Teddy's, hips jerking forward, and he leans in as close as he can get, biting playfully at the side of the blond's neck.]

I know... I'm with you, T...

[Ready when you are.]

[It's those words, plus a few more thrusts, that get to him. He dislodges his hand from his boyfriend's hair to grip the pillow hard, tenses when Billy hits that wonderful spot one last time, and then he's just gone, crying out as he reaches that peak and loses himself in the sensations that it causes. He doesn't even care nor notice that he's made a mess of the sheets; he just clenches his fingers into the bed, curls his toes and feels his muscles tighten while sparks race through his body, his back arching to press against Billy's torso, touching him as much as he can.

It really is like magic. Even though Teddy still compares it to a pool of heaven.]

[There, right there. The sudden tightness around his length is almost enough to push him over the edge, his grip around Teddy - both hand and erection - tensing and going still. One thrust, two, then a third and he's just as gone as Teddy is, pressing in as deep as their bodies will allow and letting go with a loud moan that filters off into a breathless panting, the air falling hot and shaken on his lover's neck. God. God.

Never, ever gets old.]

[And then, slowly, Teddy comes back down, though it feels more like he's floating than anything. His muscles relax, and his own breathless panting becomes deeper, more controlled, while he keeps his eyes shut and smiles a bit ridiculously.]

Ha... guh... um... heh heh...

[Maybe he shouldn't try speaking just after he got his wits screwed out of him. Instead, he just lowers his hips to rest against his feet and weaves his fingers into his own hair, focusing on catching his breath and getting his wits back. Damn, Billy.]

[Billy listens to Teddy's attempt at talking and can only laugh against his neck, the sound muffled by a mop of sweaty hair. A part of him just wants to stay cozy and buried all morning, but he knows how ridiculous that is. With a tender, prolonged kiss to Teddy's back he withdraws, slipping out and flopping on his back beside his boyfriend, his hand tilted back and brushing against Teddy's shoulder.]

H... haha... use your words, T, those are sounds...

[Gotcha.

Not that he's much better, admittedly.]

Shutuuup...

[But now Billy's on his back, which means that now he can finally touch him the way he wants. So, Teddy tilts his head to look at him, not even caring that Billy can see that goofy smile of his, and waits for a moment longer to recover.

Once he is, though, or at least enough to move, he scoots over, wraps an arm around Billy's waist, and starts to pepper him with tender kisses against his jawline, his neck, his shoulder, and down towards his collarbone, while he lazily strokes Billy's side keeps his balance with his other arm. He knows he's pretty heavy, and while Billy can lounge all over him with all his weight, he can't exactly do the same without causing some discomfort.]

Was trying to... mmm, say "good morning indeed"...

...Hee.

[It's more of a childish sound of pleasure than a proper response, but Billy doesn't particularly care, returning the goofy smile and cuddling up close, knowing exactly what Teddy's craving. They're both a mess and could definitely use a shower, but he's content to wait. Hell, after all that he could curl up and fall asleep for a few more hours before getting out of bed for real. He's comfortable, Teddy's comfortable, and it's Sunday- what do they have to move for?

He strokes a hand through Teddy's hair, nuzzling against him and tilting his head up to let the blond kiss wherever he pleases. Truth be told he'd be doing pretty much the same if he didn't want to get in the way of Teddy's fussing.]

I'm guessing that isn't a complaint, at least...

Ha... not at all.

[In fact, Teddy still feels a few weak shudders in his body due to residual pleasure. He presses his body against his lover's when that happens, though he never stops kissing down his body, lips brushing even against sensitive areas. Not that he's trying to steam things up again; they just got done, he's a little too tired to go for round two immediately. Though he wouldn't mind going for it again later...

No, he just loves every part of Billy, and he's unashamed of letting his boyfriend know it. As his lips pass over his ribcage, his fingers trail lower, caressing his thighs and just above his knee, places he knows that Billy is the most proud of. Teddy is, too. He himself has an impressive tone as well, but that's mostly due to strength he already has. Billy? Billy worked for this, and it's something Teddy greatly admires him for.

So his fingers pass over the skin, though he has to move them upwards with them as he pulls himself up against, kisses trailing against Billy's jawline until he can reach his ear. His scarred ear, yet still a part of Billy, a symbol of what they went through, what they survived, what they rose above together. And so, he allows his lips to brush against it as he murmurs in his ear.]

I love you. So much.

[Billy's still weary right to his bones, so he closes his eyes and lets his other senses enjoy the gentle sensations of Teddy's touch, the feel of his fingertips, the press of light but insistent kisses. This is what the blond is best at; helping him relax whether he needs it or not (and he often does, admittedly), making him feel completely at ease, and better yet, letting him know how loved he is. He shivers, his arms winding around Teddy's body to hold him close and stroke the muscles of his back, one leg bending just enough at the knee to slide over Teddy's, resting comfortably there. He's so relaxed that when Teddy reaches the scars on his ears his only reaction is a slight pursing of his lips, humming faintly in reply and tilting his head to nuzzle it appreciatively against his boyfriend's.]

Mm... love you too... even if it feels like you're trying to get me riled up again.

[Not that that's necessarily a bad thing, but he really is too tired to go another round right now. He suspects that even Mr. Super Strength needs a break, too, even with all his pampering- and that's a source of pride, too, though he won't admit it easily. That he wore out his alien boyfriend with the ridiculous stamina.

Heh.]

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Nah... maybe later.

[And he knows that Billy doesn't like it when he touches his ears for too long, though it's another source of pride, knowing that really only he can touch them, and the amount of time he can do so grows longer, gradually. So after a moment, he drifts away, pressing his lips to the dip of his shoulder instead and letting out a soft chuckle as something comes to mind.]

Maybe I can even hulk out for it. [Billy probably doesn't remember even saying that, but no reason to not tease him about it.]

[Billy goes stark still at that, his face pale aside from the redness flooding his cheeks, all relaxation draining right out of him to make way for a sudden shock and, belatedly, fear. Not for the suggestion itself, oh no. More of an abrupt and uncertain worry that oh god, where did that come from, and oh god he can't remember bringing that up, and oh god what does he say.]

...H... hulk out...?

[That's... really not the casual response he'd been hoping to pull off.]

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