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He bites down on his lips so hard that he's surprised that he hasn't drawn out blood.

His back arches to a point he didn't know he was capable of.

His heels and toes dig into the mess of sheets. They wrap around his chiseled waist and slowly slide down onto his lower back, a bit more to the delicious dip above his ass.

He really wants to slap his hands over his mouth when his wet tongue lavishes attention on his sensitive nipples and makes him let out this embarrassingly desperate and long moan.

He really wants to disappear.

His mind is out of control. He can't even pretend to grasp onto anything that even resembles something that makes sense.

Every spot that trembles and aches for his attention gets it and Billy starts questioning how is it that his tongue and fingers find those heated places that ache for his attention. These points on his body that burn, they are suddenly kissed, pressed, licked with precision and hunger. The muscles in Billy's stomach tremble and tighten with each passing second he's pressed harder into the mattress.

This wasn't how it was suppose to go down

This wasn't who he was supposed to end up with like this.

Another desperate moan and a hungry groan is thrown into the air and Billy is back to thinking whywhywhywhywhywhy

Piercing blue eyes scan his face through the dim lights. He doesn't see the traces of cockiness or maliciousness he has grown used to. It's almost a curious gaze that hold his amber ones for too long, till he turns his head and moans deeply into the pillow.

I don't want it to be you

He feels the softness of his lips press, lick, and explore the angle of his hip bones. It makes his whole body jump. Those lips... they shouldn't be so soft. So warm. They don't look it when they are hurling insults at him faster than he can cast his spells,

We shouldn't even be here.

Billy moans out loud and grips the pillow under his swinging head for dear life. This isn't fair. He can barely control himself. He feels like his body has replaced his blood with liquid fire. He feels it seep into his face, all over his chest, down to his toes, between his thighs.. oh heavens no. Between his thighs is a beautiful halo of sunshine yellow. And he wants to cry out against the right and wrong feelings about this scene. He sees his pink tongue poke out from under those swollen lips, drag up across his aching cock and repeat the same agonizing pattern.

It really shouldn't be happening like this

That same beautiful, wet warmth presses, lick around his weeping head. His body jolts up. Huge, warm hands press back down against his bare hips. Burns through his flimsy skin, deep into his blood.

Not with you.

His hand wraps around his swollen length  pumps him a few times and before Billy can even try to grasp what's really happening he's being sucked at with hunger and no remorse. He cries out with abandon as he feels his nerves; his muscles disintegrate into nothing just to cave into this moment and lose himself it in.

NEVER.

"Billy"

He doesn't expect his name to sound so familiar from him. It feels too right. It feels normal and that scares him more than anything. It allows him to pretend that this could work out. Maybe there's another side to this guy. Billy wants to bang his head in frustration against his bedroom wall.

It's a lie.

Isn't it?

Dorrek. Teddy, Hulkling, Skrull prince. Whatever you wanted to call him could not. SHOULD NOT fit into Billy's world. Wiccan's yes. Because Wiccan knew his duty. Knew what was expected of him. Knew how to handle snide remarks, dangerous blows and suspicious stares. Billy. Billy didn't need that.

Teddy mouths, licks, teasing Billy's sacks and once again there goes his mouth into overdrive. It almost sounds like an actual word, almost sounds like his name. Heck it even sounds a little skrull like. Teddy laughs quietly as he softly sucks against the tender skin and his hands relentlessly spreads billy's precum across the pads of his fingers, slowly dragging them to Billy's entrance. He can't say he's surprised when he hears Billy curse under heated moans, behind desperately closed eyes. It's beautiful to hear him like this. So lost. So aroused. So under him.

He drags his himself to meet his flushed face. Little beads of sweat , over deep red cheeks. His lips are red from biting down and he can't help it when he dives to nibble on them. Sweeps of his tongue here and there. He sees Billy raise his hands; freeze in mid air. He almost imagines them pushing against his shoulders, sending him off this delightfully hot and wound up body. But he senses Billy's hesitation when he wraps them around his shoulders, across the back of his neck. Warm, sweet, hot puffs of breathe race across his lips, his cheeks and Billy's eyes are still closed.

"Billy"

He shakes his head.

"Billy" he calls out firmer, letting the possessive lust leak into it. "Open your eyes" he instructs as he manages to press a heated hand against his face.

Slowly amber eyes, tinged with the dazzling blue that symbolizes his power look straight at him. Straight into him. He's never felt such a peculiar sensation. But he enjoys it. He feels like he's been waiting for it it without realizing.

His bucks his hips against Billy's. Their erections sliding and painfully ready for what is to come. A pained gasp escapes Billy.

"I want you" he confesses in a heated whining manner. He sounds agitated, upset, almost ashamed. It doesn't sit right in his consciousness. "I want you so bad." He closes his eyes once more, His face distorted in what looks like pain and helplessness. Somehow the words and the expressions don't fit. Even he knows it. He presses his hands to the side of this handsome face, Foreheads pressed against one another. A lidded look, a tender sweep of the pads of his fingers against his skin.

"I want you just as much. Maybe even more."