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]

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.