[When Teddy's hand hits that curve Billy inhales sharply against his neck, and he releases it with a low groan, scraping his teeth over the exposed skin. His fingers tighten in the sheets where he's supporting himself, and the movement of his other hand picks up the pace a little, stroking generously from base to tip. He loves the feeling of that hot warmth in his hand, the tense muscles of the incredible body beneath him. His tongue lolls over Teddy's adam's apple and he nips roughly along the damp trail he left behind.]
You can do all that... but... you'd have to get me to stop, first...
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You can do all that... but... you'd have to get me to stop, first...
[And he's not keen to do that just yet.]