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[Billy shivers at the hushed murmur and wet heat of Teddy's mouth against his ear, his jeans getting approximately a thousand times more uncomfortable in the work of an instant. How...?]
You're going to make me choose?
[Half-laughing, half-incredibly turned on, Billy traces his fingers lightly down Teddy's neck
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...it's not easy, though. When Billy rocks against him, Teddy has to fight the urge to buck his hips, his strong frame tense with the effort of physically holding himself back. So much so that he has to take his hands away from his boyfriend's body, the better to clench them into fists and therefore avoid the temptation of just grabbing the other boy and seeing just how accurate his 'research' is. But then, in the midst of all of that, Billy speaks like he usually does. One thought interrupting another, and saying it in such a way... it earns a slightly strained laugh, Teddy's lips cracking into a grin that's somewhere between frustrated and amused and indulgent, and once more the thought crosses his mind that he really is lucky. Not only does Billy have that subtle possessive streak, the one that lets Teddy know that this is more than just a fling for the witch... he's got more than a few 'benefits' as well. So the grin widens, and Teddy emphatically nods his head.
...after all, what's the point of having powers if they couldn't be used in demanding situations, right?] Just make sure we can get them back afterward. ...and you'll need to magick something else for us, too. If you want to... [He falters to a stop, deciding just to let Billy do one thing at a time for now. Maybe while he does his magic, Teddy can try to think of a way to say this without both of them feeling a little weird.]
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