God. Teddy could fucking break him with that kind of talk, and Tommy doubted he knew. And he didn't think it mattered, because it was Teddy. He wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it. Maybe when Tommy wasn't swept up in Teddy's arms and touch he'd wonder if Teddy had said the same thing to Billy, if things might change. But right now, all he could do was just bask in the rightness of how he felt again, finally.

Tommy kissed him again. "Youhaveme," he promised, shifting so he could slide his hand down Teddy's spine, part his cheeks to tease against his hole, giving him the vibration he'd been looking for. There might be toys that could simulate the same feeling, but it was never going to be quite the same.