"I'm definitely biased. Beyond biased," Teddy agrees, a free hand gripping Gar's hips to lift him a bit more. Even as the rest of him moves down Gar's body to kiss him. To kiss over his stomach.
Gar already feels more and more achingly needy as the other fingers him, kissing over his body. His hand reached out to grip the other's hair, twisting slightly.
"Mmm, Teddy," he breathes, his stomach muscles flexing slightly as the other's lips move over them.
Gar rolls his eyes, pulling lightly at Teddy’s hair in lieu of a retort. He bites his lip, relaxing around Teddy’s fingers even as another presses inside of him. It feels good and it seems effortless.
Gar's breath hitches a little when the other's fingers slip free, leaving him open, aching to be full again. He swallows at the comment and he lifts a shoulder.
Gar looks up at him as the other starts to press in. His heart is racing in a way he seriously isn't really used to as he feels the pressure. He tries to stay relaxed but the instinct to tense kept coming back.
Gar bites a lip as the other starts to stroke him. "I'm okay," Gar says softly. He focuses on taking deep breaths, on relaxing for Teddy because he wants to feel him move.
Maybe because it's finally this. It's finally them happening. Finally them getting past their stupid messes and just... being. Teddy nods and catches one of Gar's hands to hold it as he pulls out and slowly pushes back in.
Gar squeezes Teddy's hand, inhaling a little when the other starts to move. He feels the metal, an entirely new sensation and it feels good -- really good.
"I love you," he whispers, and it's not the first time that he's said it, but this time Teddy's inside of him.
Gar looks over Teddy, the way he's flushing and there's a few sounds drawn harsher from him as the other's movements speed up, hit harder inside of him and he grasps the other's bicep with his free hand.
"I love you, Teddy," the words come out in a moan as his hips rock up into the thrusts.
"Love you too," Teddy promises, his voice ragged as he pants. His hands adjust on Gar's hips to lift them, to give him a better angle to pound into the guy, to make sure he hits far enough in that his piercings can absolutely drag against Gar's prostate.
The words feel warmer and more intimate. There's something else that the physical intimacy adds to them that's hard to quantify. That Gar doesn't care if he has words for. Especially when Teddy starts to move just right.
"Fuck," he can't help it, the curse mixing in with the moans as the metal moves against that sensitive bundle of nerves as the other thrusts into him. "So good, Teddy."
"Glad you approve," he chuckles as he makes sure to move just a bit faster. The piercings aren't catching on anything in a way to hurt Teddy, so he's more than happy to keep doing this. "Wanna make you feel amazing, love."
It's really good, the way the piercing presses just right and the sensation of it was different from flesh and each time Gar moans, unable to help himself.
"I love you so much," He returns to that because he does and the amazing feeling of the other inside of him might amplify it just a bit.
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“You’re bias, Teddy,” Gar says breathlessly. “And shit, you’re really fucking amazing at this.”
He rocks his hips into those fingers, aching for them to go deeper, to be filled up more.
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"Mmm, Teddy," he breathes, his stomach muscles flexing slightly as the other's lips move over them.
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“You’re amazing.”
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"Uh... condoms might be a bad idea, because the piercings might tear it."
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"I'm clean, I trust you.
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"Alright then, don't clench too much."
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"Can you... feel them? The piercings?"
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"Yeah, yeah I can," he breathes out. "They feel good. You feel good."
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"I'm ready," he says and why does he feel so nervous about it? Is it the piercings or is just because Teddy's different, special.
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"I love you," he whispers, and it's not the first time that he's said it, but this time Teddy's inside of him.
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"Say it again."
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"I love you, Teddy," the words come out in a moan as his hips rock up into the thrusts.
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"Love you too," Teddy promises, his voice ragged as he pants. His hands adjust on Gar's hips to lift them, to give him a better angle to pound into the guy, to make sure he hits far enough in that his piercings can absolutely drag against Gar's prostate.
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"Fuck," he can't help it, the curse mixing in with the moans as the metal moves against that sensitive bundle of nerves as the other thrusts into him. "So good, Teddy."
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"I love you so much," He returns to that because he does and the amazing feeling of the other inside of him might amplify it just a bit.
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