[Billy tries not to move too much as Teddy rips at his uniform, knowing how careful his boyfriend is trying to be, but god is it ever difficult. The pull of the material, the way it tightens on everything, how it presses against his arousal in a way that is almost painful. He wants to be touched so badly, wants to grind his body against Teddy's. He wants to be filled by the stiffness beneath him, all the excitement and nervousness and lingering electricity sending little sparks up and down his spine.
And then he's free, bare and open for Teddy's perusal, and he can't help it- he leans up, hands bracing themselves on the blond's chest, arching his back in a way that he's certain will look seductive from Teddy's angle. He doesn't want to break eye contact to look at himself, but he can imagine how it must be for his boyfriend: clad in that tight black with his arousal showing, panting and blushing and-
-shit, he wants to see more of Teddy. He lets loose a breathless chuckle, moving his hands further downwards to rest just above his erection- and pressed on Teddy's, through the fabric of his uniform.]
I'm- ha ha- I'm not the one I want to be looking at, y'know...
[action, february 23rd]
And then he's free, bare and open for Teddy's perusal, and he can't help it- he leans up, hands bracing themselves on the blond's chest, arching his back in a way that he's certain will look seductive from Teddy's angle. He doesn't want to break eye contact to look at himself, but he can imagine how it must be for his boyfriend: clad in that tight black with his arousal showing, panting and blushing and-
-shit, he wants to see more of Teddy. He lets loose a breathless chuckle, moving his hands further downwards to rest just above his erection- and pressed on Teddy's, through the fabric of his uniform.]
I'm- ha ha- I'm not the one I want to be looking at, y'know...