kukkijar | Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

[Even if Billy hadn't hissed out a warning, Teddy has done this enough with Billy to pick up the signs - the way he moves, the way he breathes, the way he clutches him and the way he sounds. He's ready for it, and thankfully close to the end himself, and when it happens -

God, it happens. Teddy pauses, biting his lower lip as he feels Billy clench around him, and his hand leaves his arousal to hold his thigh, keeping him in place for what he does next. At this point, he'd usually let loose a little and thrust hard to reach his own climax, but in this form? No, he'd just end up going beyond the limit, and he can't, can't do that to Billy.

So he squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a few more thrusts at the same pace he had before, and Billy is so tight around him that it doesn't take him long at all to reach his own peak. It feels like sparks gathering at his groin and the base of his spine before they're shot free, crackling through his veins as he releases himself inside of Billy, his own moan muffled both by Billy's neck and his own clenched teeth. The spikes covering his shoulders end up growing a little, and somehow, somehow he has the semblance of mind to pull his hand away from Billy's thigh before his fingers turn to claws once more, and instead he digs them into the headboard and slides it down to the pillows, creating a long set of marks.

And then there's oblivion for him, yet he still keeps his weight on his arm as he lets his head droop onto his boyfriend's shoulder, and he can feel himself growing smaller as he loses his grip on his shifted form. His skin turns to the color of a human, his spikes recede into his body, his bulk decreases and his claws turn into rounded fingers. And even though he can feel himself turn into the far less imposing form of Teddy the human, he still does his best to keep his weight off of his boyfriend. Call it a lingering concern amidst the hazy satisfaction.]

[For a long moment, there's nothing; Billy doesn't speak or stir, simply lying there looking dazed, utterly exhausted and satisfied. Finally there is a slight twitch of the hand in Teddy's hair, then a groan as he's dragged slowly back to reality.

Holy shit. Holy shit.]

...nnn...

[He can feel the differences already- the silhouette of the body above him is smaller than before, and the length still nestled between his legs feels smaller, leaving him wondering briefly if it had all been a dream after all. But then it hits him: the dull ache of muscles stretched to their limit, the rips and tears in his uniform from claw marks, the bits of fluff from the torn pillows tickling his ears. The lingering thrum of energy from what is definitely the most intense orgasm he's ever had in his life. Nothing about that could be a dream.

He doesn't have the strength to move yet, so he remains still, limbs trapped around his boyfriend, and nuzzles weakly against Teddy's hair to send a small message that yes, he's alive and okay. Just in case.]

[It's the nuzzle that brings Teddy back to reality, what with his face still buried in the collar of Billy's cape. Jesus christ, that was...

Rather than linger on his own feelings, Teddy forces his mind back to the present. With a kiss to his Billy's jawbone and a sigh, he withdraws, slipping out and settling on his side beside his boyfriend, just barely catching himself from flopping.

The bed feels a little funny, but it still hasn't really entered his mind just why yet. He's only got eyes for Billy, and the thrum of residual pleasure keeps him close to his boyfriend's side as he gives a somewhat goofy smile and traces Billy's jawline with the back of his fingers.]

Ha... wow. [It's all he can really think of between his own heavy breathing. And as if saying something made him realize that Billy's still wearing that costume, he moves his hand up to carefully dislodge the metal headband and set it on Billy's other side.]

[Billy doesn't respond at first with much more than a faint, breathless laugh, the gesture more of a tremble than an actual sound. His whole body is tingling, and with Teddy pulled away and lying beside him, his limbs are splayed, arms flopping over his head, his whole body feeling like a mess of sweat, lube, and his own release. Any other time he might have felt the gross and desperate need for a shower, being in such a state in front of his boyfriend, but at this very moment he's never felt so utterly satisfied and wanted. He's like this because Teddy did this to him, and they both loved every moment of it. Like hell he's going to be ashamed of it.

Still dizzy, eyes hazy, he tilts his head to the side to smile at Teddy, fingers curling a bit over his head as if he could will them back down to touch the way he'd like. Soon as his arms can move properly, he's going to do just that.]

...wow... yeah. I think, um... I think I might have actually passed out for a second there, ha...

[He doesn't sound the least bit alarmed by this; if anything, he sounds proud.]

[Teddy isn't sure if he's amused, mortified or proud thanks to that statement. He soon decides that it's a mix of all three, and he snuggles closer against Billy's side, fingers traveling further to brush his bangs behind his ear, now that he can actually do so with the headband out of the way.]

It didn't hurt too badly, right? [Because he figures there was some pain; he was pretty big, after all, and using a bit of force there. But as long as it wasn't too bad, then he can safely say that this was good sex indeed.]

[Billy hesitates at that for a moment, lips pursed; he doesn't want the truth to upset Teddy, but it's not like he's a particularly good liar, either, especially with his boyfriend who's not only good at reading people, but knows him better than anyone. Finally he shifts a bit to cuddle up against Teddy in response, nodding slightly.]

It did a bit... I wasn't used to it. But trust me, nothing about that was bad.

[Teddy gets an extra nuzzle at that, just in case. Even now he can feel the tingle and burn left over from their union, but none of that could possibly compare to how amazing it was.]

Hmm... [Teddy shuts his eyes, receiving that nuzzle with a satisfied smile on his face. It looks like he's not too bothered, mollified by Billy's words and affection as well as the fact that he never once told Teddy to stop.

Sex well done, then. Teddy shivers and presses close against Billy, one leg lifting to slide over his boyfriend's thigh. Yes, he'd been feeling the tight spandex of his body this whole time, but it's that movement in particular that make Teddy open his eyes and raise his eyebrows with amusement.]

How're you going to get out of your sexy costume, Wiccan? Unless you plan on falling asleep in that... [Actually pulling the costume off might be difficult, considering the sweat that's still on Billy's face.]

My wha...

[Billy feels a bit dumbfounded for a moment, still lost in his post-coital bliss, until it finally clicks. With his headband off and out of the way and the material ripped all over the place he'd half-forgotten he was even in it. Now that he's aware he groans, burying his face against Teddy's chest a bit petulantly.]

...Ugh. I don't know if my body's even capable of that much squirming right now...

[It feels somehow tighter than ever, after all that moving about and sweating, like the act of sex alone shrunk the material. Maybe he was unconsciously spelling it that way the whole time or something.

...Now his mind's going to silly places. He is so done.]

[... Pfft. Pffft. Teddy ends up burying his face in his boyfriend's hair as he laughs quietly, the sound happy and soft. He certainly doesn't mind Billy hanging out like this, though he'd really like to cuddle with skin against skin. This obviously presents a problem.]

I think you're just stuck for a while.

[After all, Teddy doesn't want to tear the WHOLE thing up, even if Billy could magic it back later, and he's pretty sure Billy's too lost in his bliss to zap his outfit off. They might as well resign themselves to his fate.]

You know, despite the fact that you're stuck in... this - [He says while he slides a hand through Billy's cape, then moves it upward to brush it against his lips.] ... That was really, really amazing.

Mmm...

[Billy is slightly mollified again at that, cozying up and finally managing to drag his hands down from over his head - movement! He's honestly shocked it's still possible - to slide them over Teddy's chest. He feels a slight flush at Teddy's treatment of the cape; he liked it that much, really? Once that sinks in, his pleasure is much more visible.]

It really was, wasn't it. And if it's that important to you, you've still got my permission to literally rip my clothes off.

[The costume's already pretty ripped to hell anyway, so it wouldn't change much for him if the rest of it had to go. But he doesn't care either way at this point, whether the costume is on or off. he's very comfortable where he is.]

[Teddy makes a mulling sound as he trails his fingers up and down Billy's arm, now that they've finally moved. That part, at least, still shows skin, though his touch lingers against the spandex, pondering if he should really go through with said ripping or not. It'd take some movement from the both of them, and right now moving seems like the last thing on both of their minds.]

Later. [With his other hand still buried in the folds of the cape, Teddy lifts his head enough to press a tender kiss against Billy's forehead, then brushes his lips upward towards his hairline as he murmurs against is skin.]

You know, right? What this meant to me...?

[The words, and Teddy's tender ministrations, make Billy close his eyes, smiling contentedly and raising his hands to wind them properly around his boyfriend's neck.]

Mm... of course I do. I know what it meant to both of us.

[For him, perhaps, it was still less significant; a natural step in the progress of their relationship, a previously unspoken kink that he'd been too afraid to ever bring up, a line he thought would never be crossed because of mutual embarrassment and Teddy's fear of his own strength, or whatever else might hold him back. But he knows what Teddy means. This acceptance, unquestioning and complete, no matter what form or figure or size or colour or anything. The ultimate way of showing, rather than simply telling, how Teddy's appearance doesn't change how he feels.

And maybe how little it means to him in comparison - or rather, how shallow and self-serving his reasons for doing this are - just makes it more significant, because if they went any deeper then it would contradict those words. That saying he had to sleep with Hulkling meant he thought of them differently. That this was another form he had to learn to accept, physically and otherwise.

That's not the case, though. To him, Teddy is Teddy, and he wants Teddy, no matter what. And today he's finally proved it.]

[The fact that Billy knows with Teddy not having to say a word is just one of the many things he loves about him. He would've gladly said what it meant to him, but he doesn't have to. There are bruises and cuts and scars deep within him that he's kept carefully hidden for so long, long enough that keeping them covered takes no effort at all, and revealing them feels like pouring salt all over a reopened wound.

With Billy, he doesn't even have to do it. As self-thinking as Billy can be sometimes, he can spend this much time with Teddy and just know. Take one look at a buried scar and know the reason for it and accept it. Perhaps not understand it, but still accept that it's there and a part of him that may never fade, maybe even dare to do a bit of healing of his own.

And Teddy knows what this meant for Billy, too; it wasn't nearly as deep, and he's honestly glad for that. He wanted Teddy's other form, one intended for battle and nothing more, just as much as Teddy himself, because that is Teddy, nothing more and nothing less. Billy had said it enough times for Teddy to believe it, but to really act on it, show it rather than hear it...

God. How did Teddy find his other half so early in his life?

With those thoughts, Teddy moves his hand from Billy's cape to trace against his jawline, lips nuzzling against his hair before he lowers his head once more, now to rest his forehead against his boyfriend's. Just watching, just looking, just treasuring this person he's found and losing himself in those brown eyes that so easily held his world.]

... I love you. I don't know how else to say it...

[Not just "I love you", but "I'll love you forever, I want to fall asleep with you every night, I want to wake up with you, I want to fly with you, I want to walk and hold your hand with you, I want to grow up with you, I want to grow old with you." It's probably a little too early to say things like that though, both in terms of their age and his own maturity on the subject of a deep love like this. Because, seriously. Sickening.]

"I love you" works pretty well, I think. Because I love you too...

[It takes some effort - he's dizzy and drowsy and utterly spent, but this is important - but Billy manages to drag his eyes open again to meet Teddy's blue gaze, fingers stroking lazily through the locks of blond hair that he just can't seem to stop touching. The expression on Teddy's face makes him so very glad he looked; the love in his gaze, the emotions Billy finds there, are almost breathtaking. It's such a wealth of feelings that he can't or won't say right now, but that he doesn't have to, either, because his expression is saying it all. He'd known that doing this would touch Teddy in a way that he could never experience, but this...

...god but is he ever glad for that impulsive, half-asleep suggestion he'd made on his birthday. He doesn't know how long it would have taken for them to do this otherwise, but he can't think of a better way this could have happened. It's perfect, all of this. Nothing could be more perfect. He closes his eyes again, briefly, tilting his head back and breathing in the scent of them, shampoo and sweat and sex and just two people, so very different and so very incomplete without one another.

What more could he ever need in his life than this?]

[With his boyfriend's eyes closed, Teddy takes the opportunity to rest his hand more firmly against Billy's cheek, then lift his head just slightly, enough to press a soft, tender, prolonged kiss against one eyelid, then the other, his own eyes slipping shut as well. Once he's done, he rests his head against the pillow, a musing smile on his face as he strokes Billy's cheekbone with his thumb. Honestly, he could stay like that forever, just watching the love of his life and laying here while the rest of the world turns... but that's a little silly, and finally Teddy glances down at Billy's outfit.]

I think I can help you out of that now... If you want me to.

[Billy's lips quirk into a wider smile at the kisses, the tenderness of it, and he shifts his shoulders enough to figure out that yes, moving isn't a horrendous chore. It takes more effort than it ought, but he expected that.

God, he could fall asleep like this, but he knows that's probably a bad idea right now, however tempting. They're such a mess that they'll be sticking together like glue - uncomfortably, not the cute metaphorical way - when everything dries.]

Mm... yeah, I want. We were supposed to have a shower, ugh...

Mmhmm. We can do that later too.

[You know, if they don't even up falling asleep once Billy's out of his costume. Teddy sits up, nudging Billy's shoulder to get him on his stomach as well as a muttered request to do so, although that plus his movements trail off when he sees the bed. Rather, what's left of it. And the headboard. And the - god, really, the wall?]

... Oh, god. [With one hand still on Billy's shoulder, Teddy lifts the other to cover his face and let out a groan.] I didn't even...

Mmm... what are you...?

[Billy reluctantly lifts his head from where he'd pillowed it on crossed arms once on his stomach, his gaze drawn to the state of the bed just as Teddy's had been, and he immediately trails off. It's... in a pretty bad state. It seems like there's fluff everywhere from a ruptured pillow, the sheets are ripped to shreds, the headboard had actually cracked several times over, and the wall has enormous, scrawling marks left by talons. Billy's eyes wander from feature to feature, making a mental note not to hang any more posters above his bed, and while there are a lot of things he could say to what he sees, the only thing he manages to get out is-]

....Huh.

[Teddy doesn't look up, doesn't really deem it necessary to answer that other than with an embarrassing groan. After a moment, he does give words to what he's feeling, although it's muffled due to his hand still covering his face.]

I am so. Sorry. Um. We can sleep in my bed tonight...

Mm, yeah. I figured we'd have to anyway.

[Sensing another problem, he forces himself to roll back over again, reaching up to try and tug Teddy's hands away from his face. He's torn between affectionate exasperation and sympathy, as well as another emotion, something much stronger and deeper, now that he's getting a moment or two to let it sink in.]

Hey, c'mere. Look at me. No hiding.

[Whyyyy is Billy so calm about this, Teddy practically wrecked his bed, god - After a couple of tugs though (which didn't get much movement because hello, super strength), Teddy lowers his hand enough to peek at Billy with just his eyes, then finally lowers his hand fully and looks at him like he's about to be sent to the dog house.]

... I really am sorry.

[God, he looks so pitiful, Billy almost feels like laughing because it's so ridiculous. He doesn't, obviously - it would be terrible - but there's some pretty visible mirth in his eyes as he finally tugs Teddy's hand down to lazily kiss his knuckles.]

I'm not. Are you kidding me? That was the best sex we've ever had. Look what I made you do!

[Yeah, remember that extra emotion he's feeling? It's pride.]

[Teddy feels his face burn hotter, both from Billy's words and actions. He doesn't even try shifting away the redness either, just lets it creep back to his ears.]

Um... yeah, you made me turn the bed - your bed into shambles.

[Billy might have to explain a little further to see how this is a prideful thing; the way Teddy sees it, it's an inconvenience that's made them have to move their sleeping place.]

Our bed. I think we can safely call it our bed at this point.

[They're in it together more often than not, after all. But more seriously:]

I think you're looking at the wrong thing, here. Yeah, you wrecked the bed. It's kind of- it's cool, how you were that into it. But what you should be looking at is me.

[At that, he shifts his body a little, pulling at the ripped material of the costume to get it out of the way as much as he can without help, at his hips, his waist, his thighs, and his gloves, wherever Teddy had put his hands while they were making love. And beneath the material, the only sign that he'd been touched at all is a collection of little white depressions where his fingers had been, signs of a hardened grip, painless and no worse than any mark he'd left in the past without the Hulkling form. He gives Teddy a meaningful look once he's finished showing off, smiling gently.

He's proud that he got Teddy to lose control, yes.

But he's more proud that Teddy made sure he was safe first.]

[Teddy looks at those spots for a moment, and then he scoots closer, unable to resist the urge to run his fingers over the exposed skin, both to express affection and to check for any real signs of damage. His thighs, his hips, his stomach, even his softened length - though he doesn't touch there for long, he's sure Billy's too tired to feel aroused again, after all.

And, well... Other than the usual marks he tends to leave, there's nothing. No signs of anything being painful, not even when the passion ramped up. It was just... the bed that was on the receiving end of whatever he couldn't hold back.

Whatever tension that was in his shoulders ends up relaxing, and he glances away with a half smile of his own, though it's enough for a dimple to show in his cheek. His hand remains on Billy's thigh for a moment, then slides down to his knee, just keeping contact for now, assuring himself further. It's scary even to him how capable he is of such destruction, something he's been reminded of over and over ever since he was a child. But if he can make sure that someone he holds dear and precious to him is safe, even when his emotions feel out of control, even if less sentient objects get broken in the process...

Well. What's there to be ashamed of? And if Billy's so proud of what he made Teddy do...

Maybe he's a little proud of himself, too. Not for destroying the bed, god no. That'll always be a source of embarrassment, Hulkling or not. But defying what he was so afraid of at the start of all this... That, he can be proud of.]

Heh... I've got more control that I thought. [And after a glance at the wall:] More or less.

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