kukkijar | Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

[Impatient as Billy is, he knows better to rush, and they've waited this long, so a few minutes isn't going to kill them. Instead he keeps the kiss long and lingering, exploring Teddy's mouth as Hulkling, marveling at how different yet familiar it is compared to his human form. He's bigger, obviously, his head shifted in proportion to the rest of his body, which really just means that there's more of him to experience. And the way those claws are moving on his hips... Billy can't help but shudder.

Eventually he has to pull back for real - little gasps between kisses can only carry you so far before you really need air - but he looks as satisfied as he does breathless, a warm smile crossing kiss-swollen lips.]

You... taste a little different, did you know that? I can't really figure it out, but it's there. [And then, a bit shyly, but cautiously, in case the statement makes Teddy uneasy,] I like it.

Yeah?

[Teddy genuinely looks a little surprised by that; it's not like he shifts how he tastes or anything, after all. He probably shouldn't be surprised, but he can't help glancing away and moving his jaw, as if to try tasting his own mouth. Really now?

But back to matters at hand. His gaze is back on Billy again, and with the both of them still breathing a little hard from their kiss, Teddy leans forward not to kiss him again, but to nuzzle their noses together, then lean his head to the side to brush his lips against his cheek.]

Well... You taste like a superhero. [There's a small smile on his lips as he lets his hands trail up Billy's sides, slowly, taking in the feel of spandex and every muscle underneath, then down again, his fingers sliding enough to feel along Billy's back with the same care.] And I like that.

Oh, is that why our flavours go so great together?

[Billy grins easily at the exchange, looking like he could purr under Teddy's ministrations. He tilts his head to press another line of kisses and nibbles over Teddy's neck, along the arc of his collarbone, still tasting him, letting his tongue explore the contours of the shapeshifter's body. It's subtle, the difference, but it's just one more delightful little surprise that Teddy's body has to offer him. He just can't get enough of the touch and feel of him, the scent and the texture and- god, all of it.

He's so glad he'd managed to dream this up and give Teddy the idea of trying this. It's so worth the initial embarrassment.]

Hnn... yeah, probably.

[The little smile on Teddy's face remains as he shuts his eyes, tips his head back and lets Billy explore, choosing instead to enjoy the sensations rather than get in his boyfriend's way. This is the first time Billy's ever done this with his Hulkling form, after all, and it's different for Teddy, too. With his skin so tough and made for combat, his sensitivity is lessened too, but that just makes him want it more. He wants Billy pressed against him, his lips and teeth and tongue everywhere, to be wrapped up in him and just -

He wants Billy, simply put. Wiccan, Billy - one in the same, a hero no matter the costume.

And since it's probably a little hard for his boyfriend to reach much further with the two of them sitting up like this, Teddy leans back until he feels the bed against his back and wings again, trust Billy to follow him. He moves one hand up to slide his fingers through Billy's hair, encouraging him, before he moves his hand down again, down the mage's neck and between his wings and down his back again. God, but he can never get enough of that material against him.]

[Billy can sense his need - after this long, he's able to pick up on Teddy's physical cues, both in and out of bed - so with an incoherent little murmur on the line of Teddy's jaw, he arches his body until it's pressed right up against Teddy's, their curves fitting together so neatly, his hips grinding eagerly into the blond's stomach and Teddy's groin between his thighs.

The loose, ripped material of his costume tickles over bare skin, and his teeth at Teddy's neck try to mimic the motions, hands wandering over the muscles of his chest. He loves every part of this body and he wants its owner to know it well.]

[With Teddy pulling his knees up, there's even greater friction against him, and he tips his head back against the pillow and lets out a quiet sound of pleasure, eyes still shut. He can feel every touch against him - Billy pressing down against his groin and stomach, his hands sliding against his chest, lips and teeth against his neck and the ripped pieces of his costume teasing his hips and thighs. It's incredible, and he wants Billy to feel the very same things.

His hands slide further downward, claws trailing against Billy's back, his ass, the backs of his thighs, and then up, pressing as much as he can under the spandex to feel the skin underneath, until his fingers can't slide up any further. He allows a low rumble in his throat when Billy passes his adam's apple, signaling his pleasure and letting his boyfriend feel those vibrations in his neck.]

Ha... remember when you were so scared of me? Back then...

[Billy can't help the sensual moan that escapes his lips at the overwhelming press of flesh on spandex, the slide of the material and the pressing arch of every tangled limb. A shudder goes up his spine every time Teddy's claws hit a particularly delightful spot along his back, and one leg slides closer to grind a glossy-material-clad knee against his bare groin. He nibbles at the bump of Teddy's throat for a moment before responding, his head lifting just enough so the words are delivered close, somewhere between Teddy's chin and ear, his voice soft and sultry.]

How could I forget? I was so spooked I didn't even notice the looks you kept giving me... at least, I didn't notice what they meant...

[Teddy lets out a chuckle at that, a low rumble of a sound due to his deeper voice and how aroused he already is. He turns his head slightly to whisper closely as well, his lips brushing against his jawline just before his ear.]

You kept looking like I wanted to eat you or something. [A little smirk plays on his lips as he moves his gaze downward and slides one of his hands from his boyfriend's ass to the front, trailing a talon lightly along Billy's arousal.] You weren't half wrong about that, though...

[Billy's breath catches at the stroking of Teddy's claw, his hips moving instinctively forward to press into it. He's not thinking about sharpness or danger or claws, he's thinking more, more. More of that touch, more of that feeling. It's fueling his second arousal like crazy and he can't get enough.]

Just... hn... in a different way than I expected, huh...?

[One hand gropes blindly around on the sheets, searching until he finds the abandoned lube, and spreads it over one hand before wrapping his fingers around Teddy's length again. Two can play at this game, and if his boyfriend needs a kickstart then he's happy to oblige.]

Mm, I think the kind of eating I was thinking about was -

[Teddy cuts himself off with a shuddering breath as Billy wraps his lube-slicked fingers around his arousal, and his eyes lid while his head tips back, temporarily losing sight of what he himself is doing. He's back on track a second later though, letting two claws brush against the underside of Billy's length, where he's the most sensitive, while he moves his own hips up into his boyfriend's hand, hot and slick and yet not enough, not enough at all. He really, really doesn't need much a kickstart at this point.]

... was preferred on - nn - both sides, don't... you agree?

[Well. Good to know that he's ready- at least in that sense. Considering the size of the erection in his hand, though, Billy's still intent on playing it safe, even with how eager he is. He leaves his free hand and his mouth busy at Teddy's neck and chest to keep them both busy while he gets a few more applications of lube in place. It might be a little messy, but he's pretty sure that it'll feel too good for either of them to care. It sure makes his hand move easier.]

Didn't take long for it to end up that way, for sure... all you had to do was smile at me.

[He shifts his body a little, arching his back and leaning in to try and catch Teddy's lips in one long, passionate kiss before he starts to move himself into position. For luck, or love, or... whatever. He just wants one more way of conveying how he feels about this, and it shows in how much enthusiasm he puts into the kiss.]

[The kiss is, at first, slow on Teddy's end, if only because he's finally wondering if he should grab a condom. He's... pretty sure it'll fit, and maybe it might be nice to have some extra protection against - against his texture and -

Oh, fuck it. Literally. The enthusiasm returns, and he moves his hands to hold Billy's hips instead, ready to guide and support him if he needs it. If he were being entirely honest, he'd admit that he's trying not to get his hopes too high; what if Billy doesn't like it once they get going, or what if, God forbid, this ends up hurting him? This is still dangerous, after all, even with the copious amounts of lube they used (they'll probably have to get a new tube of it later).

But it's a little hard to be honest when he's being thoroughly kissed, and he can feel Billy moving into position. So, though his cautiousness remains in the back of his head, he still throws everything else into the wind and just relies on his partner, his best friend, and lover. Just one more thing to accomplish together - This just has potential to be so much more fun than some of the other things they've done.]

[He'd been worried that his movement had spooked Teddy into worrying too much or offering to stop again, and the lack of enthusiasm just makes Billy kiss him harder until he feels that second wind return and his boyfriend kiss with full abandon. And that's the courage boost that Billy needs to slide up a little more, spreading his legs to either side of Teddy's hips and finally breaking the kiss to straighten up, aligning their bodies.

With one hand braced on Teddy's chest for balance, and the other between his legs to guide Teddy's erection, he slowly, carefully begins to sink down upon it.

The difference is obvious almost immediately; his body very nearly rejects the sensation, trapped between and eager desire for satisfaction and the instinctive warning bells of how it feels wrong, wrong, because it doesn't feel like Teddy, it's too big to be Teddy, and Teddy's the only one who's allowed to enter him like this. It's a battle of wills for a few prolonged moments, as his eyes clench and he silently urges his muscles to relax. Inch by inch, he's getting there, and while it isn't the most comfortable fit, it isn't unbearable, either. It's almost nostalgic, actually- to that first time they'd done this, even in human form, how his body had needed to adjust.

It's no different this time. It's no different because it's still Teddy, it's still the love of his life, and beneath the discomfort and the slight burn of stretching muscles to their upper limits he can still feel it, that incredible, breathtaking sensation of being filled.

By Teddy.

Oh god.]

[The first pause due to Billy's internal battle of wills had Teddy move his hands, trusting his partner to balance himself for the time being, to slide up and down Billy's slides in a slow, soothing fashion - it's a quiet motion, yet gentle and intimate, everything about it telling his boyfriend that he's here, it's him, it's okay. And once Billy starts to move downward again, Teddy's hands return to their place on his hips, and he can't help letting his gaze catch on the sight of his own erection sinking into Billy, thighs and stomach clad in form fitting spandex, the red of Wiccan's cape spilling into his vision.

The sight alone is amazing, but the sensation is even more so; with Teddy like this, Billy feels that much tighter, like it really was the first time they'd done this. The extra lube makes him feel hot and wet and slick, but still tight and overwhelming and - different. Very different, and yet not different at all.

It all makes his eyes, deep deep forest green as they are, to lid heavily as he buries himself within his boyfriend, and he tips his head back to breathe deeply, a ragged sort of quality to it. Once Billy's fully seated on him, Teddy sets his jaw and tightens his grip a little on Billy's hips, because god, god, he wants to move. He really, really wants to move.

But this part - Every part of this is important, crucial, and Teddy knows he has to wait, especially with this part. He opens his eyes enough to look up at his boyfriend, and though he'd like to keep his hands exactly where they are, he instead moves them up, smearing across Billy's chest until he reaches his face, where one hand rests against the side of his neck while the other cups his cheek.]

You... You okay?

[His first instinct is to immediately respond that no, it's not okay, but he's fairly sure that he doesn't have the breath in him to explain such a statement properly, so he holds his tongue. The truth is that it isn't just okay, it's mind-blowing. Teddy's so big like this and his own body is pressed so tightly around the blond's erection, he can barely keep himself breathing, let alone upright; his breath keeps catching in his chest, both hands now braced on Teddy's chest. It's just so- intense, and while there is a little pain, it's only from the unfamiliar stretch at a depth that simple prepwork couldn't have readied him for. He's never felt so full before, like there's a rod going right to his spine- or better yet, his prostate... something he can definitely feel now, with the way their bodies are moving subtly as they both shift to find a position that's comfortable for them.

His eyes are still closed, and he's worried that his expression will betray too much and make Teddy doubt himself again, but not answering or looking up would be worse. Finally he opens his eyes to look down at Teddy, his gaze lidded, heavy, almost blearily overwhelmed. And then he opens his mouth to tell him that yes, he's alright, he's actually freaking fantastic and he's looking forward to more, but it comes out more like a muffled "hnnnnnnmmmkay..."

Not his most coherent moment, but since he does look like he's about to fall over or pass out or both, he figures he deserves a pass on this one. And with that token message given he clenches his eyes shut again, trying not to wobble in place. As soon as his legs stop feeling like jelly he's going to move, and it'll be great. Yes.]

[The way he responds doesn't really alleviate Teddy's worry; Billy looks completely overwhelmed, and Teddy can't be sure if it's from pleasure or pain. But, well... he does trust that Billy wouldn't keep this up if it hurt too much. Sex isn't fun if the other person isn't enjoying it as much, after all.

So he leans his head back against the pillow, the hand on Billy's neck moving towards the back, as if to support his head, while his other hand slides downward, taking in the sight of his boyfriend like this. Head bowed, eyes squeezed shut, with Teddy himself deep inside him, deeper than before, and - God, it feels absolutely incredible. He really does want to flip them both over and just go at it, but at the same time, he knows that's the last thing he needs to do.

He breathes quicker as a result, his gaze lidded and out of focus as he waits. The longer this goes on, the more Teddy realizes that this is going to be amazing, and it makes him both impatient and utterly willing for Billy to be ready, so that it can be just as good for him, too.]

Ha... Oh my god, Billy, this - this is going to be great, isn't it? [Despite the heavy, somewhat shaky quality to his voice due to holding himself back so much, there's a heady smile on his lips, disbelieving of this situation and so, so eager to take this further.]

[Billy's first response is a short, half-muffled, half-choked bark of laughter, his head bowing and his shoulders shaking. It takes him a long moment to actually speak, still trying to gather the strength that seems to have momentarily abandoned him and regain control of his own voice. God, god, his body's screaming at him to move but his legs are trembling too much to lift him up.]

Haha... you're finally catching on. ...Hnnn... you know, I've been telling you that from the start...

[Impatient for more, and knowing that Teddy has almost godlike patience to wait for him in this position, he rocks his hips experimentally, creating a gentle friction between their joined bodies that has him gasping, trembling with need. He'd half-expected it to make him drop right down to the bed, but instead it seems to fuel his desire, enough to give his legs renewed strength, and after a moment he starts to pick up the pace bit by bit. It's not real thrusting, not yet, but it's a warm-up towards the real deal, and it's already amazing.]

[It doesn't take much studying for Teddy to see what's holding Billy back so much, that being his legs and the way they tremble. He's about to do something about that when Billy starts to move, and Teddy has to take in a breath, shut his eyes and press his head against the pillow. It's not quite full movement yet, but feeling Billy's muscles moving, all tight and hot and slick around his erection, is already incredible.

He can't help tilting his own hips up, rocking them against Billy's in slow movements of his own. It takes some effort to not just grip the bed and begin to thrust, but this is about experimenting now, and he'd rather not start that unless Billy goes first. This is amazing enough right now, and he tells himself that it's only going to get better if he waits.

It's his partner who's most important, anyway. Teddy finally moves his hands, intent on doing what he'd wanted to do before Billy started to move, and slides them down to his boyfriends thighs, where he smears them up and down, stroking them soothingly, encouraging the muscles to loosen and relax and give Billy the support he needs.]

So... So you did. Ha...

[Billy just smiles quietly at that, the expression strained due to the effort he's already putting into his movement, and he doesn't offer up a vocal response this time. His focus is already drifting elsewhere: the grind of Teddy's lifted hips against his own, the gentle scraping of claws on his legs, the panting sound of each breath Teddy takes beneath him. It's all conspiring together to fan the flames of that deep, all-encompassing heat he can feel already building within him, desire and arousal and a powerful need for more and more.

He reaches his limit after another minute or two of slow, steady rocking, and then he stops, hunched over, panting quietly, sweaty bangs clinging to his temple and the metal of his headband. He rests like that for a moment, building himself up, and then abruptly rises again, straightening his back and sliding his hands from Teddy's stomach to where the claws are resting near his hips, using them as his new support. He doesn't want to be hunched over for this; he wants to be sitting up, tall and proud, to watch his boyfriend and to let his boyfriend watch him. That's the whole reason they're doing this, after all, with Teddy as Hulkling and Billy in his costume. The bodies that they see tonight, what they feel against their fingers, it matters. And he wants them both to witness each other as they take it all the way.

He takes a deep breath, holds it, exhales. He looks down at Teddy and he smiles.

And then he lifts himself up and drops back down again, good and slow, and it's so good that he has to bite his lip to keep the sound he makes from coming out like a scream.]

[Rather than simply let Billy rest his hands on top of his, Teddy slides his own upward, enough to lace their fingers together and offer his own strength as support, rather than just his hands on Billy's thighs. He returns that smile once it's given, though it fades in favor of letting his lips part and let out a quiet sound of his own as Billy really lets this start. He lets his arms stay still, giving his boyfriend a solid support to push himself upward, and when he sinks down again -

God. Probably the best part of it all is the expression on Billy's face and the sound that he makes, muffled as it was. Teddy kind of hopes that he can let him do that without abandon; they have a soundproof room and all. Of course, it also feels amazing, just as Billy said it would.

He wants to keep watching, though it's hard to resist the urge to shut his eyes and just revel in the sensations. Instead, he keeps his gaze on his boyfriend through lidded eyes, because it's not just Billy, it's Wiccan, an integral part of his boyfriend, a figure that Teddy admires just as much as the man behind it.

For the next thrust, Teddy plants his feet into the bed and raises his hips up again, meeting Billy's hips, and then he can't help shutting his eyes, lips parted for a moment before he instinctively bites the lower one. Behind closed eyes there's just sensation, just Billy, Billy, and Teddy loves it.]

[His hands feel so small in Teddy's, but he'd gotten over that difference long ago, back around when they'd first started dating and he'd come to appreciate the Hulkling form for what it is- one of the shapes Teddy had chosen for himself. Now his focus is different, on how big Teddy felt in him, and how amazingly intense it was to rediscover that experience of being filled again and again. He'd expected that lingering worry to keep Teddy from moving for a while, so when he feels those hips arch into his own, meeting him in the middle, he gasps and his eyes snap open, mouth open, because wow, wow. And not for the first time (or, for certain, the last) he feels grateful that yes, the room is soundproof; he can't hold back the sounds his body is demanding of him, and he doesn't really want to, either. He'd only held back because he hadn't wanted Teddy to fret over him being in pain, but with them both so into it now...

...yeah, he just wants to let loose. And when he tries to make the first thing he says Teddy's codename and it comes out more like a stuttering moan, he just gives up and lets his mouth do whatever it wants. Commentary can wait for whenever coherency decides to catch up with his head- and even that's feeling pretty fuzzy right about now.]

[He had been worried at first, worried that those noises Billy made were from pain rather than pleasure. But now he knows better; this is his partner, the person he trusts more than anyone no matter where they are, in and out of battle and yes, even in the bedroom. Sex is a two-way street, and if it were painful, he's sure that Billy would've said something, or stopped to recover. It's no fun if only one person is getting off on it, after all.

That doesn't stop Teddy from being gentle, though, even if he kind of just wants to go at it. He tilts his hips up to Billy's thrusts in an almost languid motion, but even with that, it's still enough to make him arch his back and take in a few ragged breaths and letting them out in breathy moans. He wants to tighten his grip on Billy's hands, but he instead just spreads his fingers when he wants to do so, then lets them settle over Billy's once more. It's risky to strengthen his hold, especially when his hands are so large, especially when it'd be so easy to hurt Billy's smaller ones.

Despite all his precautions, it's still so amazing, and it's pretty obvious in his expression and the way he moves, the way he breathes, the way he sounds, and how his head is filled with nothing except this incredible person that he's lucky enough to call the love of his life.]

Oh my god - Oh my god, Bee...

[Billy is past trying to give proper responses to Teddy, his lips busily occupied making helpless, desperate cries that practically sound like he's begging for more. And hell, he very well may be doing just that. He definitely wants more, wants it deeper, a little harder, a little more intensely with each and every thrust they make it through together. It's the ultimate step for them, in his mind, the ultimate partnership; working together like this, in the forms they'd presented to the rest of the world as heroes, joined as one and showing off a side of themselves that the public will never see.

Words just can't describe this feeling, so he doesn't try. He lets the grip of his hands, the arch of his back, the tightness of his body as he feels Teddy slide in and out of him speak volumes that his lips can't vocalize.

He's not made of endless energy, though- they'd just come from a training session before this, and he doesn't have super strength, and moving like this takes an immense amount of effort that his body is in no shape to handle, with how new he is to this. His movements slow after a while, then finally almost come to a stop, legs shaking, chest heaving for breath. His limbs feel like they're made of bricks, and with a shudder he gives Teddy's hands a light tug, trying to pull him up, pointless as such an attempt might be for someone without any strength. He doesn't want to stop, but...]

Teddy... T, I have to... nnn... I can't... can you...?

[The request is vague, but he hopes Teddy gets it anyway, eyes weary and pleading. He doesn't want to stop. He's tired, but he's not done. No, he wants to give Teddy control.

He trusts him with it.]

[The slowing down doesn't go unnoticed by Teddy, and once Billy stops, he lets out a soft groan and looks up at him, heat and concern in his eyes, ones which have shifted to a dark blue color. What...

... Ah. Teddy understands - of course, Billy must be worn out from having to move his body like that. Immediately an unpleasant feeling gnaws at his chest, something like fear, like a mild panic. Take over? Him, like this? Billy is so fragile with Teddy like this - all it'd take is for him to lose part of his restraint, and this could all go south very, very fast in a way that might make it hard for Teddy to forgive himself. Maybe they should stop, finish it normally, do something like this on a day when Billy really has his strength and...

But god, the way Billy's looking at him, still holding his hands and giving him so much trust. He still wants this, he can tell, and to call it off would just make him unhappy. Teddy can't deny that he wants this too, with the way he's just dying to keep moving and cause more and more friction. He's just so afraid of himself that he just...

Yet he trusts Billy, and if Billy trusts him with this much, then he can give him a reason to hold on to that. And so, he'll trust himself, too.

So, though it took a long moment of hesitation, Teddy sits up, letting go of Billy's hands to wrap his arms around his waist instead, then leans his head down to press his forehead against the metal covering Billy's and look in his eyes, weary brown meeting blue with specks of green.]

Are you...? ["Are you sure?", he was about to ask. But Billy wouldn't have asked him to take over if he wasn't. So he shuts his eyes and gives his head a little shake, then slides his arm down to wrap around Billy's hips instead, the other arm moving up to support his shoulders.]

I love you. [And with Teddy holding him like this, he slowly rolls them over, intent on making the ride as smooth as possible. It makes him press a little deeper once Billy's on his back, causing a hitch in his breathing and a quiet moan to escape, and then his hands dig into the bed on either side of Billy's head while he leans his head back to look down at him.] Okay...?

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[He'd been worried that Teddy wouldn't take over, that he'd want to stop - that Billy had to be in control, or they couldn't do this at all. Teddy's half-question is a sliver of hope, and then he moves, has Billy gasping quietly and pressing his body up against the blond's massive bulk, limbs tangling around as much of the other boy as he can reach. His body is still pulsing with energy, tense as a strung wire, about to snap at any given moment. As Teddy holds his waist, stretches him out on his back against the bed, his arms wind around the alien boy's neck, drawing him in as close as he can get. The movement jostles them both, jerks the hard length inside his body forward, and by the time they're both settled Billy is panting quietly again, nails digging at the strong, unyielding skin of Teddy's neck.

He's doing this. Teddy's doing this. They're doing this. And he feels another wave of pleasure rush through his body, going straight to his groin, and he arches his back, slides one slender leg up to wind around the back of Teddy's thigh to keep him in. That, if nothing else, is a pretty good answer. To have Teddy - Hulkling - hovering over him, filling him, staring down at him with those intense dark eyes... this is the dream he'd had, the one that had started it all. And he knows he has the power to end this in a second if he needs to, but he can't imagine ever feeling that need. It's empowering and arousing, the knowledge that he can, at a moment's notice, stop this incredibly powerful person in a heartbeat- and instead all he wants to do is give Teddy all the power, let himself be overwhelmed, dominated, and see Hulkling do what he does best when he's with his partner.

Love him, protect him.]

Okay. [His voice is faint, hoarse, tremulous with need. It's very, very okay.] I love you...

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