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.