kukkijar | Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

[... Yeah, that comment about the Malnosso keeping an eye on them all the time is creepy. Billy earns a subsequent look for that, then shakes his head, a quiet chuckle escaping as he gives the two elves a glance. Yep. Still there.]

... Distract - ?

[Oh. Oh, oh, oh - okay. Yeah, he... sees what Billy means by that.

... Well. Might as well try to hurry this along before he gets too distracted, seeing how Teddy already wants to just turn the two of them around until he's pressing Billy against the counter and -

Wow, okay, so much for not getting distracted.]

H-Heh... Challenge accepted, then.

[He takes in a slightly shaky breath and bites his lip as he starts to roll up the dough from one corner to the other. He can do this. He can do this, despite his boyfriend being very talented at the art of distraction.]

[He's somewhat limited by the fact that they're in the kitchen- if they were in their apartment he'd probably have his hands halfway down Teddy's pants by now. (Fastest distraction method, after all.) Still, fingers can do plenty without getting R-rated, so his are dancing teasingly back and forth over his boyfriend's stomach, nails grazing over his sides as well.

He's mindful of the areas most sensitive by now - both good and bad, thanks to their bedroom escapades and the warden, respectively - and knows by touch alone just where to get Teddy riled up.

It's a fun game, and he's smiling against Teddy's neck as he trails his tongue up his neck and catching the blond's ear lobe between his teeth, sucking on one of the rings there.]

[You know, Teddy was doing pretty good for a while. Biting his lip certainly helped with the urge to make any noises other than his heavier breathing, and keeping his hands busy with the dough rather than trying to return the gestures Billy keeps giving him helped out too.

Then Billy just had to start sucking on one of his earrings. He just had to do that.

The dough's rolled up by then, thankfully, which leads Teddy to take his hands off of that, drag them down to the edge of the counter and grip, lips finally parting to let a moan escape. Billy just had to go for one of his weaknesses, didn't he? And there's still a few more things to do with the rolls...]

Billy...

[Billy grins around the ring, feeling particularly shameless, and doesn't let up. He bumps up against Teddy's back, fingertips grazing over the top of his pants.]

Too challenging for you?

[Of course he had to do that. Sucking on things that belong to Teddy is his favourite pastime.

....SEE, SHAMELESS.]

Nnn-Nah, this is... fine. Fine.

[Focus, Teddy Altman, FOCUS. You value your self-control and no boyfriend is going to make you lose it in less than a minute.

He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out as he reaches his hands out again, this time to seal off the ends of the dough. Now maybe, just maybe, he can get Billy's attention away enough to recover a little.]

I'm gonna need a knife.

[Which means either Billy has to move, or back up enough to let Teddy moved. Either way works, as it gives him a few seconds to breathe.]

[Or so Teddy thinks.

See, the thing about dating a mage is that they have tricks to get around the whole "moving when you don't want to" problem. Billy pauses for a moment, hands resting in place, lips pressed to his ear. Then there's the sound of Billy muttering something unintelligible, a flare of blue, and then-]

How's this?

[He pulls one hand away from Teddy's stomach to lift a cutting knife, offering it out, his tone a mixture of helpfulness and gloating. But it's not like he just teleported something that was two feet away from himself.

Nope. Not him.]

[... God, he should've known he'd do that. Teddy just stares down at the knife for a moment, though it's a little hard to focus on it because of that hand that's still against his stomach and those lips right near his ear. And after that, he takes the knife and sends Billy an unimpressed glance over his shoulder.]

Cheater. [Okay, okay, he can work with this. Time to start slicing the dough evenly in eight pieces, though they're not really as even as he'd like them to be.] Lazy cheater.

Thought you'd enjoy the challenge.

[There's a soft huff of air as Billy chuckles against his neck, fingers sliding an inch or two lower and going back to attacking Teddy's exposed skin. It's not like he's touching the food, after all, and if anyone walks in on them- well, they're just kind of that couple, anyway...

And the elves can just go to hell already. He's sick of behaving himself.]

Besides, it's, ah. [Bite.] Magic practice...

[A soft, shaky chuckle escapes from Teddy at that, and he ends up leaning his body towards Billy's hands now that they're sliding down lower. Almost done here; he just has to lean over and slide the greased up pan towards himself. Because if he doesn't, Billy will just teleport it over and it's only like two feet away.]

Oh, so we're practicing our powers now, huh?

[And that's the only warning Billy will get. This next part doesn't really require both hands unless he wants to speed it along a little more, and he'd rather do something to Billy rather than delay it any longer.

So, with one hand, he starts putting the pieces onto the pan. The other, however, easily slips back, where it slides under the waistband of Billy's pants, then changes shape accordingly to give him the sensation of feathers slowly brushing down his thigh.

Two can play at this game, Kaplan.]

[Billy had expected a touch - and some sort of change, going by Teddy's words - but he's still startled when it actually happens, and the noise that escapes his lips is a mixture of a sharp intake of breath and a yelp. Damn shapeshifters.]

Now who's cheating?

[Billy shivers, nails grazing feather-soft over the very base of Teddy's stomach, as low as he can get without actually groping him, his breath hot on Teddy's neck. He's starting to see where the end of this little game is headed, and... well, he really can't complain.

He gives Teddy a little bump from behind, pushing him up against the counter's cabinet and putting some pressure on a part of the blond's anatomy that, he suspects, is already feeling plenty.]

So... how long does it take to cook these things...?

[Cheating, maybe. But at least he's not lazy, seeing how he's now spreading melted butter on the tops of the rolls. ... And he misses a few times and brushes the pan instead, but whatever. It won't hurt the rolls or anything.

The little bump gets him to bend forward slightly with a huff of laughter; yes, yes, that is something he can feel right there, and that aggressiveness is causing a similar reaction as well as his face to feel hot. The hand on Billy's thigh, as a result, stops for a second before it slides back, touching on the back of his leg instead.]

Mm... Twenty minutes. Twenty five at most. All we have to do is get this in the oven and set a timer...

...Mmhm. Good to know.

[He can do a lot of things in twenty minutes. They could do a whole lot more.

He lets his free hand return to Teddy's chest, sliding up the length of it and giving his head a tilt to nibble along the side of his boyfriend's neck again. He's getting kind of impatient, especially with the feathery tickle teasing at his legs and making him squirm, one leg bent and pressed between Teddy's.]

H-Ha... I can definitely say these were made with tender, loving care.

[Though "tender" probably isn't the word here. He takes in a sharp breath when Billy's leg presses between his own, and it makes him rock his hips back against his boyfriend's and press his cheek against the top of Billy's head, a shaky grin apparent.

Yeah, this is more like "shameless, loving abandon".

But the stove is several feet away, and very hot, and he needs to get the pan in there before they move on to anything else...]

Billy...

[Billy glances down at the counter where the cinnamon buns are patiently waiting to be cooked. With a faint sigh and a final kiss on Teddy's neck, he withdraws reluctantly to give Teddy the space and freedom to finish up, opening the oven door with one hand and idly licking the remnants of filling off his fingers.]

We kind of made a bigger mess.

Mm... Yeah. We did.

[And in the pan goes! Teddy backs off to let Billy shut the door, meanwhile taking the timer and setting it for 24 minutes. Might as well give as much time as possible.

Once that's finished and the timer is set aside, Teddy leans his back against the counter with a little smirk on his face.]

Just means we'll have to spend some time cleaning it all up, right?

[Billy's gaze shifts to the collection of dishes and ingredients scattered across the counter, eyeing it all dubiously. Then his eyes return to Teddy, leaning there and looking so smug.

....]

Might be more productive to clean up after they're baked. You know. So we do it all at once.

[That earns a raised eyebrow, though he looks no less pleased with everything that's going on. He does give the mess a once over before giving Billy his attention again; yeah, the mess can wait.]

Sounds good to me. So, twenty three minutes and thirty seconds left.

[His hands move up to hold the counter's edge while keeping his eyes locked on his boyfriend's, as if he's just screaming come here without saying a word.]

[Dammit, Teddy, how's he supposed to resist that look? Not that he wants to resist, but he was thinking they could at least make it back to the apartment...

....

...oh, what the hell.]

That doesn't seem like much time, thinking about it now.

[Two steps and the distance between them is gone, and Billy has his body pressed up against Teddy's again, his arms lifted to slide around the blond's neck. Just what are those bedroom eyes telling you to do, Mr. Altman?]

[Don't worry, Billy. Teddy has a plan.

He leans his head down to do what he's been wanting to do for the past few minutes and kiss him passionately, his hands coming up to press against his boyfriend's ass, pulling his hips against his own with a quiet groan.

But, well. That's not the only reason he did that. With barely any effort at all, he pushes to lift Billy up, and hopefully that'll be enough of a clue to get his boyfriend to hook his legs around him.

And once that's over with, he pulls back with a soft grin.]

So... where to? [Because Teddy might be feeling frisky, but he's definitely not going to do this in a place where someone might waltz in without the luxury of door locks.]

[Oh- oh, that's nice. He leans appreciatively into the kiss, and he doesn't even miss a beat when he's lifted, slim legs hooking together neatly against Teddy's thighs. He gets a little thrill whenever Teddy does this, and his hands slide back to grip at the blond's arms and shoulders, feeling the muscle there, the raw power within that makes lifting him so beautifully effortless.

He's amazing. And Teddy's question is met with a somewhat breathless laugh, a flare of blue light in Billy's eyes, and a gust of wind and electricity as he leans in for another, especially-energetic kiss.

And when he pulls back, the air around them smelling slightly of ozone the way it often does after a teleport, they're in their apartment, with Billy's back pressed against the wall on the other side of the kitchen, near the door separating the two rooms. His smile is both devious and telling.]

We need to be able to hear the buzzer when it goes off, right?

[Teddy blinks as if he's disoriented at first, and then he actually realizes where exactly they are.

Oh. Instead of looking pleased or sultry like earlier, he looks surprised, and... well, with the way his face is heating up, Billy has probably just stumbled upon something that Teddy has a great liking to.]

... Wow. I mean... Yeah, right. Are... you sure?

[He's a bit nervous. And incredibly turned on, but also nervous. This is definitely something he's fantasized about, but - well, what if Billy thinks he's weird for reacting like this? It... is kind of silly and all.]

[Billy watches him for a moment, wondering if he'd either gone too far or suggested something out of Teddy's comfort range, but he can tell by the way he's blushing that he's not... opposed to the idea. A slight grinding of his hips against Teddy's front confirms this.]

Hey... you should know by now that I don't suggest anything that I'm not sure I want to at least try.

[He hesitates, brows furrowing, his hands resting on either side of Teddy's neck.]

But only if you want to.

[Just in case he's misinterpreting this reaction.]

[Is Billy actually worried - Here Teddy was the one who was all worried. His lips quirk up, and he can't help chuckling as he leans in to brush is nose against Billy's neck, and - God, just - that pressure behind Billy, that feeling of being in control like this, of the trust his boyfriend is giving him, himself holding him up like this, all of it's just getting him more turned on by the second.]

I, ha... I definitely want to. I've kind of - I've thought about this a, um... lot.

[His fingers dig in just slightly, and he leans back to give him a somewhat dazed smile. Honestly, Teddy just can't really believe this is happening.]

So you really want to try?

[Okay- whoa, okay, that answers that question. Thoroughly. One of his hands slides up to tease through Teddy's hair, a musing smile crossing his lips. So Teddy's thought about it a lot?

His legs tighten a little, pulling himself closer, though not much- he's getting the strong suspicion that part of what makes this so thrilling for Teddy is the control, and that's one thing he's more than willing to hand over to the boyfriend he trusts with his very life.]

You could have mentioned something, you know... I've thought about it too.

[He leans in, kissing Teddy's neck, his cheek, trailing a line of light kisses towards his mouth.]

I really do want to try.

[Teddy's skin is already a little sensitive due to all the teasing Billy gave him, so he shuts his eyes and parts his lips due to the kissing, then leans forward to press a harder one against Billy's lips once they're in range, though it tapers off to something more affectionate after a moment.

Once he breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead against Billy's, that somewhat dazed smile still on his face.]

You've thought about it? Really...?

[And he trails off as he looks down at their clothes. Um...]

I, uh... thought about this a lot, yeah, but I actually have no idea how to do this. [He lifts his head to look Billy in the eye with that one expression. That one where he isn't sure what he's doing and doesn't know what to do next; in other words, something like confusion and vague panic.] How do we get our clothes off like this?

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