[Even with his eyes closed, Teddy can read it easily. Body language has always been more Teddy's forte than spoken words, and in time, he came to learn Billy's as if he were a book, one that never ended and only got better and better as the pages turned. He slides his hand down his ribs and waist and can feel how they're tilted towards him, he can feel the way Billy's fingers curl against his neck, the way he kisses him, the way he's near-wrapped around him.
It's easy to get the message, the end to a paragraph that makes Teddy's lips tilt upward, disrupting the kiss a little, but also making it more enjoyable. Maybe this is his favorite part of sex: the aftermath, the way that nothing exists except this pocket of space around them, bodies pressed together without a shred of clothing between them, sharing words without saying them. He loves this part, so much.]
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It's easy to get the message, the end to a paragraph that makes Teddy's lips tilt upward, disrupting the kiss a little, but also making it more enjoyable. Maybe this is his favorite part of sex: the aftermath, the way that nothing exists except this pocket of space around them, bodies pressed together without a shred of clothing between them, sharing words without saying them. He loves this part, so much.]