Tommy moaned too, sound half buried against Teddy's skin, rocking into his hand. He kept teasing at Teddy, and it was all familiar ... only not. Because before, there'd have been that press of a need to fuck, that sense of being trapped, even if they'd gotten used to it enough that Tommy had even missed it sometimes.

Now it was just them. By choice. Loving one another. It made all the difference and Tommy's skin felt hot and he was panting with how close he was.