[Billy's already breathless, shuddering against him, and the more Teddy's hands wander, the more he wants to touch, too. The shirt is abandoned, and Billy begins to run his hands over the exposed skin, one sliding over his back, the other down his chest, stroking and groping without shame or hesitation. At least, until there's a muffled crash behind them, and Billy's eyes snap open, tilting his head to the side so he can get a glance over Teddy's shoulder.

Oh, right. They're not exactly alone. And one of the AI players just fell over a chair.]

...I think we should take this somewhere more, um, private. Any more of this and I'll want to rip your pants off, too.

[And that would just get weird with an audience.]