[Teddy knows, just knows, that if Billy stayed that way, flushed and hovering over Teddy with that grin on his face, the gelled hair already slightly unkempt and letting a few locks of hair frame him, voice airy yet deep, and kept stroking him, he'd come messily in moments, even without Billy touching him otherwise. He'll stop him if it gets to be too much, but for now he indulges, hips rocking upward into Billy's strokes, watching him with lidded eyes, which seem to show a hint of grey around the iris and turning the blue into a stormy shade, as if his thoughts are already starting to muddle.]

Hnn... throw you on the bed, get my mouth all over you, tear your clothes right off. Run my hands through your hair, make you moan - ah when I bite your neck, mark you all over. [He shuts his eyes, head tipping back, letting his neck show, voice quieter, yet a little deeper.] Pin you down and make sure everyone heard while I screw you senseless into the mattress...