Tommy can't help but laugh. "God, you're ..." Hot. Good, sexy. Teddy. Tommy hadn't thought in depth about what Teddy would be like in private, in bed. And this probably wasn't it, since they weren't private and this wasn't by choice and Tommy wasn't the twin he wanted to be in bed with.
But it was still a surprise, and Tommy just ... liked Teddy like this, when neither of them were overthinking how fucked up everything was.
He pulled Teddy into another kiss as Teddy climbed atop him, Tommy opening him back up with fingers Teddy didn't need, but Tommy used to tease anyway, and then Teddy rode him through another round. It did net them dessert.
There was no real way to measure time. There was a bathroom that just magically opened up in the seamless wall periodically, and it did have an actual shower for them, along with the basic necessities of hygiene. But aside from that - they ate when they were hungry, fell asleep when they were tired, and had sex. A lot of sex. They switched it up a few times - with mouths or hands or Tommy on the bottom - but usually both of them wanted it the way they had at the start, Tommy inside Teddy, filling him up every way they could think of.
There were times when they could rest between, but neither of them wanted any real space. More often than not they'd end up curled up together, petting or trading kisses, talking about stupid shit - things they missed from home, missions they remembered going wrong, TV shows and books they liked. They realized at some point that they both had nightmares and learned how to wake each other up out of them without making it worse. They always tried to talk around Billy, because neither of them knew what to say.
But Tommy had no idea how long it'd been. It felt like they needed to have sex less often, maybe, but he couldn't tell. Sometimes he wondered if he was just doing it now because he wanted to, because he loved Teddy's face when he came and the feel of him around him and the way Teddy would clutch at him when Tommy tried to move away too soon.
It was fucked up and they were fucked. They'd just finished, and it'd been slow and ... Tommy didn't have a word that didn't sound stupid. Tender, maybe? He flinched slightly at the familiar sound of the food deploy and draped up against Teddy's back, arm around him. They hadn't talked about it in a while, but Tommy caught himself asking quietly. "What are we gonna DO?"
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But it was still a surprise, and Tommy just ... liked Teddy like this, when neither of them were overthinking how fucked up everything was.
He pulled Teddy into another kiss as Teddy climbed atop him, Tommy opening him back up with fingers Teddy didn't need, but Tommy used to tease anyway, and then Teddy rode him through another round. It did net them dessert.
There was no real way to measure time. There was a bathroom that just magically opened up in the seamless wall periodically, and it did have an actual shower for them, along with the basic necessities of hygiene. But aside from that - they ate when they were hungry, fell asleep when they were tired, and had sex. A lot of sex. They switched it up a few times - with mouths or hands or Tommy on the bottom - but usually both of them wanted it the way they had at the start, Tommy inside Teddy, filling him up every way they could think of.
There were times when they could rest between, but neither of them wanted any real space. More often than not they'd end up curled up together, petting or trading kisses, talking about stupid shit - things they missed from home, missions they remembered going wrong, TV shows and books they liked. They realized at some point that they both had nightmares and learned how to wake each other up out of them without making it worse. They always tried to talk around Billy, because neither of them knew what to say.
But Tommy had no idea how long it'd been. It felt like they needed to have sex less often, maybe, but he couldn't tell. Sometimes he wondered if he was just doing it now because he wanted to, because he loved Teddy's face when he came and the feel of him around him and the way Teddy would clutch at him when Tommy tried to move away too soon.
It was fucked up and they were fucked. They'd just finished, and it'd been slow and ... Tommy didn't have a word that didn't sound stupid. Tender, maybe? He flinched slightly at the familiar sound of the food deploy and draped up against Teddy's back, arm around him. They hadn't talked about it in a while, but Tommy caught himself asking quietly. "What are we gonna DO?"