[William groans quietly as Teddy's hands go lower, his back arching into the touch, letting his instincts guide him when once he'd fussed and fretted over every little point of contact, still wrangling with the concept of how wrong it would be to everyone else they knew, to want to be with another boy instead of starting a family with a girl somewhere, to accept someone of a lower status when there was a plethora of attractive aristocrats to choose from. Overcoming those issues, letting himself accept that this is who he is, who he wants to be, and who he wants to be with... it had been freeing like nothing he'd ever felt before.
If this is wrong, then he never wants to be right. Because this is what feels right to him, now.
His hands slowly work their way down, sliding over the muscles of Teddy's shoulders, arms, and chest, pausing affectionately over his abs, and then finally they wander lower, daring to press against the growing bulge of his pants. That. He wants that.]
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If this is wrong, then he never wants to be right. Because this is what feels right to him, now.
His hands slowly work their way down, sliding over the muscles of Teddy's shoulders, arms, and chest, pausing affectionately over his abs, and then finally they wander lower, daring to press against the growing bulge of his pants. That. He wants that.]