[Hmmmm. Hmmmmmm. If he waits, there's the very slim chance that Teddy will forget later and he'll still be able to dodge this terrible fate.

Or. Or. He could indulge his boyfriend on this very special birthday as one more gift before the grand finale. He tilts his head up to let Teddy do as he pleases to his neck, one hand moving to brush through that blond hair, and his gaze shifts to the ceiling, then back down again before Teddy might notice, even if he is otherwise occupied.

Hmmmm, indeed.]

I'm not sure I should be singing before I catch my breath properly... I'd probably sound like a dying frog. A dying frog who just had really good sex.