Son of a Witch

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.