Tommy, don't be stupid. No one would let weird pervy aliens keep Tommy either. Unless Tommy wanted them to. Not Kate, not Teddy either. But fuck, he's already distracted by those lips on him.

"I'm Skrull. I don't know that you can easily break me with sex," Teddy insists, moving to stand and pull Tommy up with him. What he can't say, what he can't put into words, is how much he needs it. How he has to be filled. It's not something he ever craves this hard back home, but it's part of the itch here. A desperate need.