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005 - Action/Voice

[Today marked a big day for Teddy Altman: He's eighteen today. If he were back in New York, he could vote in elections, own a credit/debit card of his own, and not have to groan over papers and applications that had a little note for people who were under eighteen. He's pretty much an adult now.

He still kind of feels like a young teenager who has no idea what he's doing, though, so he can't help being a little disappointed when he wakes up and doesn't suddenly feel like a man with a plan who knows everything and can do anything.

After gently being coaxed outside by Billy, Teddy decides to do all the things he usually does, seeing how Luceti is sorely lacking in ways to celebrate a milestone year like this. He wanders and chats up store owners, from the bakery to the weapon shop to Seventh Heaven to even the general store. He gets himself a large meal for lunch, as is customary for a guy like him, and orders his favorite just for today. He visits the library and reads up on whatever new comics they have, and that's where he gets lost in thought enough to open his journal and ask a question that's been on his mind since the day began.]

When someone turns eighteen, do they do anything special? It's a pretty big thing for teenagers in America; you can vote and get drafted and pretty much be considered an adult by the law. But does it mean anything in other worlds? Call me curious.

[He goes to the Battledome after that to simulate a basketball game – just to watch this time, not to participate. The 1992 East Regional Final, Duke verses Kentucky, one of the most suspenseful games in history and something that Teddy had watched on YouTube, but certainly not like this. It's no wonder that he's particularly hyped when he walks out. So much so that he takes to the sky as soon as he's outside, deciding that he'd rather take the joyride home rather than plain old walking. He's still a teenager, and he still feels pretty invincible even without that adult knowledge he was expecting, so why not?

Teddy might not feel any different, but it's still a pretty special day.]

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[There's a slight pause as Teddy considers. That's three things he needs to do: keep stroking Billy, get the lube, and take off his own pants, and he only has two hands, unless he shifts another. What to do...

Well, while a part of him wants Billy to watch while he removes the rest of his clothing, he knows better right now. So he releases his hold on Billy for the moment to use both his hands, now easily able to slide off his pants and underwear and fling it off the bed (and flying through the air and smacking against the wall; it's a damn good thing they're light-weight and not any heavier).

Now... Now, finally, Teddy leans forward to drape himself over Billy, feeling skin against skin from head to toe, and the sensation makes him gasp quietly to himself. While one arm keeps the bulk of his weight off of Billy, the other reaches, stretches to the bedside table, opening up the drawer and blindly searching for the lube. But the best part is how their erections press against each other, and if Teddy rocks his body upward, they slide together, creating another jolt of sensation that makes him want to hurry and find what he's looking for.]

Billy... [And to fulfill another part of his list of wants, Teddy tilts his head to nip and suck at the other boy's neck, bound and determined to mark him at least once before they get down to business.]

[The sensation of their bodies pressing together elicits another moan out of Billy, and he tilts his neck to the side to give Teddy more space to move. His legs shift to brush against Teddy's now that they're bared, one sliding up to tease along the back of his shin, nails gently scraping. The way their erections had ground together sparks his energy, and he winds his arm back around Teddy's shoulders, hands twisting in his hair. Sometimes he wonders if this isn't his favourite part of the whole thing- the way Teddy leaves a mark (or more) on his body to find in the morning, so they both get a pleasant reminder of the experience. Sometimes he doesn't even bother hiding it.]

Nn... feels good...

[Teddy's hair is going to be just as messy as Billy's by the end of this, and he never bothers to shift it and make it look good again until they decide to get out of bed. It's another reminder of the experience, a way for Billy to see just what he's done to him by the end of it, how unwound Teddy'd become, and he loves it all, just as much as he loves seeing the marks he leaves behind on Billy's skin.

By the time he finds the lube and a condom, he's made two marks on Billy's neck, one above the other, and as he pulls his arm back, he feels the sensation of Billy's toenails hitting a spot on the back of his knee. It makes him shiver, and he lets out a noise that sounds like a snort and a quiet moan. It's a ticklish spot normally, but under circumstances like this? Nnngh.]

H-Ha... Yeah. Really good... [He nuzzles the spot where he'd been working, then leans his head back to look into Billy's eyes, his own heated and dark.] Going to get even better, too.

[... Although he's finding it a little difficult to actually move back; with their bodies pressed together like this, their erections grinding together and making everything amazing, Billy's nails against his legs and his fingers in his hair and looking at him like this? Why would he want to?]

[Why? Because it is going to get better, obviously, just like he said. Billy isn't about to complain about the grinding, though, and he joins in the motions for a little while, leaning in to kiss Teddy on the lips again, deeper than the quick, chaste kisses they'd shared before things got really heated, mostly to keep up as much contact as possible until they have to pull away.

Before too long, though, he gets a little impatient, sharing one last kiss before tilting his head back and giving Teddy a nudge, brows lifting above a sensual and expectant expression.]

Come on... I really want you, T... are you gonna make me beg?

[Please?]

[Teddy might love to tease, but he doesn't like to push it too far. So when Billy looks at him like that and makes that comment, Teddy lets out an amused and helpless chuckle, and he leans down to brush his nose against Billy's ear.]

Okay... okay.

[He presses a few more kisses to Billy's jawline, then finally leans back, uncapping the lube and spreading it onto his fingers before rubbing them together, just so that it won't be quite as cold.]

Don't you like how... we switch on the impatience thing... sometimes?

[Once he's satisfied with the temperature, Teddy scoots backwards some more, one hand lifting Billy's leg to his shoulder while the other teases at his entrance, fingers just barely grazing against it. It's only when he has his free hand wrapped around Billy's arousal that he presses forward, sliding a finger inside and taking in a deep breath, eyes heavy, already imagining what will be beyond this.]

Hrngh... I don't know if "like" is the right word...

[Billy shifts enough to sit up and watch Teddy work, leg curving against Teddy's shoulder to keep him close without constraining him much, hands twisting in the sheets. He shivers, his face flushed, and he licks his lips in anticipation. Soon... soon.]

I have noticed it, though... we're both horrible teases.

[He's not complaining, though. After all, things always do get really good after the teasing's done.]

[Teddy grins at that, letting his finger stay where it is for a short moment - it hasn't taken Billy as long to adjust as it did months ago - before he begins to move it, pulling it partly out, then back in again, his stroking speeding up a little in anticipation of his own.]

Yeah... we're terrible people, huh.

[And in goes the second finger, sliding his thumb against the tip of Billy's erection as he does so.] I think we... we just love seeing each other squirm.

[Billy groans, biting down on his lower lip, his hips lifting automatically and urging the blond to go deeper, take him further. Teddy really is getting way too good at this, and it drives him crazy every time.]

I don't mind... nn... being terrible...

[Certainly not of it gets them this.]

Don't think I mind either...

[Especially since Billy being horribly teasing tends to turn Teddy on in all sorts of ways. With Billy reacting like this, Teddy turns his head to kiss Billy's leg, then does what he wants, pressing his fingers deeper, pushing further. What with how worked up Billy had been, Teddy isn't sure if he wants to go for the prostate, but he still imitates the thrusting motion, a promise of what's to come.

It's when the third finger is added that Teddy leans forward, as much as he can before it puts strain on Billy's leg, to ask heatedly:] You think you're ready...?

[The noises Billy's been making are practically shameful, and his face is brightly flushed, so by the time Teddy asks that question, Billy won't even let him finish his sentence. He gasps and reaches out for Teddy, gesturing urgently for him to come closer.]

Oh my god, yes. Come over here, I'm gonna die of denial if you don't bone me to the bedsprings right now.

[Just the urgency makes a gasp come out of Teddy, and he pushes in closer to kiss Billy passionately, unable to help himself. When he pulls back, he lets out a breathless chuckle at the humor of it all, how desperate and damned horny they are, withdrawing his fingers from his boyfriend's body at the same time.]

Okay, okay... I got you.

[That helpless little smile fades in favor of anticipation, and Teddy leans back again, this time to roll the condom on. Then his hands are on Billy again, against his thighs to spread his legs, letting them hook around him in a way that gives him plenty of room for what's next. One hand guides himself, and the other slides up along Billy's body as he presses close to him once more, presses inside him, jaw going slack and a haze settling over his eyes as he does so.

God, god, it's already amazing...]

[Billy clings to him as they kiss, urgent and half-desperate for more, and he sets free a muffled whine when Teddy draws back again. He's usually itching to go before too long, but tonight especially he finds himself wanting it bad, probably because of all the merciless teasing they'd managed to do to each other thus far. His legs clamp around Teddy's waist as soon as they're connected, and as the blond enters him, he tightens that grip, one arm wrapping around Teddy's shoulders, the other pressed to the back of his neck, pulling him in. He wants it all, and he wants it fast, and he wants it right now.]

Nnngh, T...

[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...

[It's tight, and it's intense, and it's just the way he likes it best. Billy breathes hard, in, out, in, out, feeling every sensation, every touch, to an incredible degree. As hard as it was to wait this long, it's only made it better.

Still, he's done waiting. Faster than usual, Billy tilts his head to bite down on Teddy's ear, a fierce and impatient little nip to the most convenient part of his boyfriend that his mouth can reach. He's always liked biting at the earrings, though he's still not used to having more skin than metal meet him there, yet.]

It'll feel better... you can move, Teddy. Go ahead and move...

[Teddy bites his lip when Billy nips at his ear, both at the bare skin and the part covered in metal. He shivers after that, a smile coming up from all the pleasure that tingles along his spine, even though he hasn't moved yet. He wasn't teased quite as much as Billy this round, but it's still intense, and every touch to all the spots that he loves just feels that much better.

And when Billy gives him the go ahead...

Well, Teddy isn't about to deny the both of them that. He curls his fingers into the sheets, slides his hand down to slip it around Billy's erection, and then begins to move, a motion that draws a quiet groan out of him.

This - This is one of his favorite parts of sex here, when they're both one and moving together, when they're pressed together and experiencing everything they are, everything they feel. It may be sentimental, but it's part of who Teddy is, and it's in times like this he doesn't care what embarrassing little things make him him.

It's just him and Billy, on the tumble down to reaching and fulfilling glorious ecstasy together.]

Ha... you were... you were right. So much better, nn...

[Thank god for soundproofing- tonight they definitely need it. Billy's always pretty vocal, and right now he has no intention of holding back and muffling the sounds that Teddy coaxes out of him with every thrust, every stroke of his hand. It feels amazing, and the only thing that interferes with his voice is when he manages to get his mouth connected with some part of Teddy's body, be it his ear again, his neck, his mouth. His ankles clamp together at Teddy's backside, toes curling gleefully, and he grinds his hips up to meet Teddy's movements, matching his pace. This is one dance he knows perfectly, and he's always happy to be reminded that Teddy knows the steps, too.]

You should... hmmm... faster, T...

Mm - yeah...

[Teddy's loving this, loving this, every sound he wrings out of Billy, every touch the other boy gives him, every movement every little groan he bed makes. The request to go faster is met gleefully, with Teddy changing the angle of his thrusts before he drives in faster, a little harder, hand matching his pace and lips presses against the crook of his neck, teeth grazing against the skin.]

Billy, oh - fuck, B... [Only in bed would he ever say such things, like secrets pressed against his flesh, sealed with a mark, or two, or three, that he works away at.]

Nnngh...

[It's business as usual for a few moments longer - really, really good business, mind - but then the angle's just right, and Billy suddenly cries out, a quick bark of delight and pleasure, his back arching, trying to do his part to help Teddy find that spot again, and again, and again. So good. It's always so good. And Teddy's sudden influx of bad language is always a good indication of how much he's enjoying it. So apparently today it's a lot.]

'm gonna wash your mouth out... soon as I get to it...

[He's okay with it being busy, though. He likes to be marked, too.]

Ha... ha... like to see you try...

[Teddy lifts away from Billy's neck in favor of pressing their foreheads together, eyes dark and hazy, a warm and delighted smile on his face as he just watches, getting lost in those beautiful brown eyes again and again as he pushes into him. When sensation forces him to move again, Teddy lets out a quiet moan near Billy's lips before he follows it, pressing a deep, passionate kiss there.

At the same time, he changes his angle ever so slightly, one that he's sure will lead to the place that will send Billy to a downward spiral of pleasure, and increases his pace. Let's see him "wash his mouth out" when Billy's busy crying out in pleasure, eh?]

[Billy would like to offer a creatively sassy retort to that, but when Teddy shifts the angle of his thrusts, then kisses him, and his mouth really is too occupied to do it. He moans, his muscles tightening around the hard length sliding in and out of his body, and he's panting heavily against Teddy's cheek. His eyes switch between clenching as he gasps and gazing up at his boyfriend with heavy lids, licking his lips around a sly, dazed smile between kisses. Before long he opens up to deepen the kiss, seeking out Teddy's tongue with his own and giving them an opportunity to dance as well. It's one way of 'washing'... more their style than soap, anyway.]

[It's a 'washing' that Teddy is absolutely okay with, if the way he moans into the kiss says anything about it. The dance is met and reciprocated, and Teddy twists his fingers away from the sheets to tangle with Billy's hair instead, gripping the back of his head, though making sure not to clench too hard. As if to focus more on the kiss, he slows his pace, not going quite as fast, but to make up for that, he presses in deep, taking the time to seek out that spot inside Billy that'll drive him wild.

It's his birthday, yes, but one of the best parts is watching Billy writhe under him and cry out loudly, fingers and toes curling against him when he hits that spot, and Teddy's determined to have him do so again and again and again until he's utterly spent. Just like what he said to Billy - right into the mattress.]

[Good thing Billy's perfectly content - thrilled, actually - to give him a show, whether it's intentional or otherwise. He's certainly not putting on a show just for Teddy's sake. His responses (the way he moans, the way he curls his body around Teddy's with every limb he has to spare, the way his muscles tighten pointedly with every thrust so that they both feel it with more intensity) are all him, all genuine. He couldn't fake it with Teddy even if he wanted to, because Teddy would know. But because it's Teddy, he'd never have to.

They're both masters at this by now, so it doesn't take long for Teddy to find what he's searching for, and Billy practically screams into the kiss, the sound muffled at first before he turns his head to the side to let it out. Normally he'd try to quiet himself a little, but he knows that Teddy likes to hear it, and it is his birthday after all. If there was ever a time to let loose, it's now. Another thrust, and he's scratching and and clawing at the blond's back, creating long red marks over and over as Teddy's body heals itself.

A few more thrusts like that and he'll be gone, completely and totally gone.]

[Thankfully, Teddy's pretty close to the end himself, and he can tell Billy's near it as well. The way Billy's muscles tighten around him every time he pushes in, the way he claws at his back and practically screams with pleasure, the way he arches and curls around him - it's all driving him faster and faster to the edge, until he's so close he can feel his own body tightening and tensing.

After three, four thrusts that are just as deep, yet speed up each time, Teddy reaches the end and is just gone; he presses as close as possible, twists his hand into the sheet and lets out a cry against Billy's shoulder as he releases himself, the sound tapering off into heavy panting against sweat-slicked skin.

God, god, it's so good.]

[Billy's release is a breath apart from Teddy's, so close that after it's over, he can't remember who did it first. Maybe it was the same time, after all.

Either way, it feels too incredible for it to matter. Teddy's final thrust shoves him right off the edge, and he feels himself peak - messily, wonderfully - between them, his back arched, clinging to Teddy like he'd die on the spot if they separated.

So, so good. He rides out that glorious high for a while, his body relaxing as he slowly winds down from it, panting heavily against Teddy's hair. It'll take him a bit to catch his breath again, and even his brain's still behind on processing feelings into coherent thought. One stands out in his mind, though: best birthday sex ever, or best birthday sex ever?]

Edited 2013-10-24 04:39 (UTC)

[Best birthday sex ever.

It takes Teddy a long moment to even think about moving. His brain is still reeling, trying to catch up, but that doesn't stop him from showing affection. He breathes hard against Billy's neck, and he brushes his lips against the skin, barely even counting as light kisses. He wants to stay close, shuddering and sighing from residual pleasure, and he'd like to stay buried and connected for a good few hours more. But the latter part is a little ridiculous, and so, Teddy withdraws, then half slides, half flops to his side, arm around Billy's waist and lips brushing against his torso instead.]

Hmm... Hey... [He rests his cheek against his chest to look up at him with a slightly dazed, yet absolutely affectionate smile.]

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