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[The sensation is incredible, always, every time, and when Teddy is buried to the hilt, he presses his forehead against Billy's shoulder, panting softly against his collarbones, one arm balancing his weight beside Billy's head while the other stays at his stomach, fingers teasing downward and to the tendrils of hair that lead to his erection. He wants to move, he really wants to move, but Billy needs to recover, needs to get used to Teddy being inside him.

So he stays like that, Billy against him and below him and around him, tight and hot, and he noses his collarbone, then brushes his lips there, just breathing against the spot.]

You... feel so good, B...