[The grinding makes him just about lose it, the back of his head smacking against the wall with a low thunk, his breath escaping his lips in a hoarse, needy whine. His fingers grind roughly over Teddy's scalp, his shoulders, his biceps, any bare skin that he can reach, toes curling just enough to pinch the blond's ass without shame. He can already tell that his neck is going to be peppered with marks by the time they're done- good thing he's been collecting scarves lately.]
Mm... what are you doing, making a star chart on my neck or something? Leaving a note? "Property of Teddy"...
[His voice is hyper-tense and somewhat strained, laced with amusement that he can't be bothered to hide; his hips are lifting eagerly to meet against Teddy's, letting the wall and his hooked legs draw their bodies closer.]
[action, december 20th]
Mm... what are you doing, making a star chart on my neck or something? Leaving a note? "Property of Teddy"...
[His voice is hyper-tense and somewhat strained, laced with amusement that he can't be bothered to hide; his hips are lifting eagerly to meet against Teddy's, letting the wall and his hooked legs draw their bodies closer.]