Tommy groaned, fingers digging into Teddy's back. "Yeah," he croaked out. "Fuck, yeah. Please. SorryTeddy. I need you." He shouldn't. He was such a shithead. But yeah, he wanted to fuck Teddy. Wanted to feel him stretched around his cock, kiss him while he came, feel every inch of his skin against his own. He wanted it in a way that felt too much like needing it, and he didn't understand, but he couldn't deny it, either.