For Churby

[wearingthestars]

Billy'd always known Teddy was more patient than him, but it was never more evident than it was these days. Teddy was suited to the throne, and Billy was proud to see all the good they'd been able to bring to the universe with his husband wearing that crone. But there was a lot more talk than adventure, and necessary as it was, Billy's mind was wondering around day 3 of political talks, and he blinked as he hard his name through the fog. Cheeks red, he straightened, nodding absently and hoping his thoughts weren't so easily read on his face by anyone apart from his husband.

The man on the other end of the screen continue his long winded speech, and Billy suppressed a sigh, eyes drifting to study their own framing curiously. He touched a hand to Teddy's shoulder and silently bowed his head, gesturing off screen to some distraction calling him away which didn't exist.

Once he'd slipped out of view he flashed his husband a smirk, silently lifting a finger to his lips to remind Teddy to keep quiet, sliding to his knees and crawling close. He stole a glance back to back sure he was still well out of frame, silently casting a magic loop on Teddy's image so he wouldn't really be exposed if they slipped up, and grinning mischievously at his love as he nudged for him to spread his legs for him to settle in between.

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[hybrid_prince]

Patience was, unfortunately, something Teddy had been well schooled in before coming to the throne. That didn't mean he liked how much of it he had to display. At least he had learned that a look of vaguely bored disinterest wasn't a bad thing to maintain as a ruler when he wasn't out among the people.

(And holy fuck in this moment he would have preferred to be on the Throneworld helping with reconstruction. Again. Maybe with less attacks by Dormammu this time.)

Of course the patience didn't mean that Teddy couldn't be distracted. Billy going away to a non-existent bit of work was distracting. That smirk his husband shot him was even more distracting. Billy on his knees and crawling toward him was so distracting that his eyes almost went wide and his cheeks definitely went a slightly deeper green at his blushing. Were it not for the obvious to him faint blue light of spell work, he might have worried more.

As it was he let his fingers tap on the arm of his seat, seeming to indicate boredom while actually coding in a 'do not disturb without knocking, unless under attack' code. Sometimes Lauri-Ell arrived at the worst times.

Then and only then did he spread his legs while he focused as much of his shape shifting as possible on keeping his expression bored and disinterested.

[wearingthestars]

Drinking in that wide eyed flush fueled Billy, grinning softly as his fingers brushed feather light up his legs and along his hip joint, nuzzling a cheek against the warmth of Teddy's inner thigh. Even if it wasn't *entirely* really, he wasn't sure when he'd become this daring. But there was something to it, a certain thrill that made it all the more fun. He silently coaxed Teddy's pants open with a spell, still not touching his cock, but briefly making a show of rubbing himself through his pants.

It was a short lived teasing, and Billy gave the neglected flesh a quiet kiss of apology as he pulled it free, glancing up at Teddy's face as he stroked him slowly.

Well someone is bringing out the serious icons here

[hybrid_prince]

The greatest problem with this was that Teddy couldn't give anything away, which meant having to keep his eyes mostly on the screen. It makes the whole thing that much more distracting, because it means he has to imagine some things that than just looking.

There is no imagining the cooler room air on his cock though. And definitely no imagining that kiss. Even if he honestly could as he had known it many times before. Granted he usually couldn't keep his hands off of Billy when he did things like that.

Luckily the long winded speaker on the screen paused in that moment, as if silently asking permission for something. And Teddy, recognizing the opportunity for what it was made a tiny prompting gesture with his fingers.

"Go on then," he said, he said. And hey, his voice didn't even quaver! Which was impressive because he was also biting the inside of his cheek in the moment.

hahah, yeah cat got me icon space so I have some smexy icons now

[wearingthestars]

Why was this so...hot? Billy felt warmth pass through him and down into his belly. He'd never really put Teddy or the Alliance at risk, but even just playing at it seems like an experiment they may need to repeat. He's impressed by how Teddy controls his features, keeps that regal look he some how perfected over night.

Billy wet his lips before parting them, taking him into his mouth and bobbing his head slowly. No sudden moves, he wouldn't want to break Teddy's concentration so soon. He could feel the weight of him on his tongue as he moved, missing the feel of those lovely fingers tangled in his hair.

[hybrid_prince]

Really, this was not something Teddy had ever expected of his life. And yet this is just good. So good. Why hadn't they been up to things like this before? Well, of course they couldn't get away with it, but holy shit. Teddy raises his hand to his mouth as if to stifle a yawn, but he's hiding a moan.

It's so wonderful, being in that wonderful mouth, and he wants to fuck up into it. But for the moment he has to stay still.

[wearingthestars]

Slowly, Billy worked himself further, his own sighs thankfully muffled by wet flesh as his throat stretched. He watched Teddy face for cues, ready to draw back if he'd pushed things too far. As much as the point was to tease, he never wanted to hurt Teddy's reputation.

An unseen pressure mimicked the brush of Billy's fingers over Teddy's cheek, a soothing touch as his throat bobbed.

[hybrid_prince]

How in the world was he supposed to focus on this meeting? Teddy didn't even know. That said, the meeting was really killing him with boredom anyway. And this was definitely something wonderful.

There is a moment where he lets his hand fall to the side, as if he's just trying to find something to distract his mind.

His hand instead settles in Billy's hair. And oh man he grips it tight, his best attempt to tell Billy that this really is working, that he's welcoming it.

[wearingthestars]

The tight grip earns a grateful whine that Billy tries to quiet, hips rocking against the air. He pushes himself to take more- half to test that tight grip, eyes streaming with the effort. He wants to worship every beautiful inch of him, and part of thinks he wouldn't care who saw so long as he got to be the one to bring his husband that pleasure.

[hybrid_prince]

And still the representative babbles on, which Teddy was far from happy with. At last, frustrated in all the right ways, Teddy's free hand balled into a fist and slammed down on the arm of his throne. Please, Billy, don't flinch. Even people with healing factors don't want bitten down there.

"I'm tired of this circular talk," he told the man on the screen. "You're not ready to present things to me. See my advisors and when they feel you're ready to present something concise, you can do so."

And before there could be a protest, Teddy punched the end call button. Just in time for it to shut down and for Teddy to moan obscenely loud.