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Okay, now he just looks confused.

"You're straight."

Tommy snorted. "I am not. I've fucked guys. I've been fucked by guys. I just figureditout later than Billy and then I didn't want to ... I don't know. Steal his spotlight or whatever by being not straight either. Davidandme fooled around, I picked up guys in clubs. This is stupid and fucked up and if there's a hell we're definitely going there. But if we're gonna do it, I want you to be YOU."

"Oh."

It's not the voice he selected for the female form that passes through her lips. It's Teddy's. And slowly it's Teddy's body, the change rolling over him slowly. And he's blushing. Blushing and still fucking hard for all of the awkward conversation. "I didn't... Expect that. That you'd want me. D-does that mean you'd prefer not to fuck me? Would you rather I fuck you?"

Tommy relaxed slightly as Teddy turned back into himself. Or the himself that Tommy knew best. He knew the idea of self and appearance was naturally gonna be kind of fluid to a shapeshifter. But there was still a form he kept most often, that he thought of as himself. And it was a HIM.

"Fuck, who wouldn't? I shouldn't but yeah. I want you." Tommy groaned. "I don't care. I just need to touch you. Fuck me, I'll fuck you. Whatever you want, whatever you like. Just ... c'mere," he pulled Teddy down to kiss again, because there was just too much space between them, even with Teddy straddling him.

Well, at least there are some things that are easier to do when someone knows you. Cares about you. Leaning down to kiss Tommy is one of them. Come to terms with the fact that it's okay to just grind gagainst Tommy's stomach is another. He's desperate too.

"Fuck me then," Teddy whispers against the other man's lips.

"We don't have anything," Tommy said, but he can't help but groan, grind up against Teddy. God, Tommy can't think. He just wants, and it only calmed down when Teddy was there, kissing and touching. "Liedown. I can ... my tongue?" Better than nothing. And about as well as Tommy can manage to explain between kisses and hands that slide down Teddy's back and grip at his ass.

Oh don't be stupid, Teddy rolls his eyes and shifts his weight, going fully up on his knees and reaching down to grip Tommy's cock, which he starts to stroke.

"I want you to fuck me. With this. Until I'm a mess."

Tommy's whole body bowed up. "F-fuck," he gasped out. "I meantfirst." Because yeah, he'd wanted to fuck Teddy. But they didn't have lube and that was better than fucking NOTHING.

"Ted," Tommy leaned up to kiss him again, then bite against his shoulder, reaching to wrap his hand around Teddy too.

"Don't worry," Teddy promises. He's got this covered. HE can be a guy for Tommy to fuck. But that doesn't mean he can't just borrow other bits of lady anatomy to make this easier. It takes a moment of focus, to get the right glands and stuff.

Doesn't even think that his body doesn't know how to do one without the other. So yeah, still one hole, but it definitely doesn't go where it normally would.

"Shapeshifter, Tommy. You don't have to worry about prepping me. Healing factor, shifting, lots of great talents."

He lets Tommy bite him, and then moves just enough to position Tommy and start to slide down onto him. Which is about when a hand settles on him and Teddy moans, freezing in his sliding down onto Tommy. Which, you know, is easy, with his body slicked for Tommy.

Tommy groans, surprised pleasure all over his face as Teddy sank down on him. Tight clench of his ass, but warm and wet like a girl would be. It feels ... kind of unbelievably good, and Tommy's hands clutched at Teddy's hips. He bit his lip, bucking up when Teddy stopped. "You feel it?" he asked thickly. The sparks between them, the overwhelming rush of need and pleasure when they touched that became almost indescribable when Teddy wrapped around him like that.

"Well, it is in me, I think it would be pretty hard not to feel."

Whether he means to take it wrong or not, he does, and Teddy groans as he starts moving for them. He's got to do this, he's got to keep going.

Tommy snorted. "Smartass," he managed to complain, even as Teddy starts moving on him, Tommy's hand on his dick again, stroking him in time. "Not that. This ... god, everything issofuckingintense. I NEED you to touch me, to touch you. Want you so bad, Ted. You look good on my dick. I want to wreck you. Like you wanted."

Was this not touching enough? Did this not feel good enough? Teddy might be offended at that. But he knows that it's not exactly easy for Tommy to get to that wrecking in this position.

"Should I... roll us?"

It was enough ... or maybe. It was almost enough. Tommy was just trying to explain himself to Teddy and failing at it because it was fucking hard to be eloquent when Teddy was riding him. Tommy wanted to be buried in him and plastered against him. Taste him and touch him and just ... it was too much? Wasn't it? Did it matter?

"Whatever you want. What do you LIKE? Fuck, Teddy, you look good likethis. But wanna fuck you like you WANT it."

"Don't get fucked much," Teddy admits, though he has to agreed about this being good. Feels great to be able to be stretched open like this without the sting and ache. Doesn't even bother questioning why it doesn't hurt, because clearly it's more than just the lubricating himself.

Don't think, just feel, his brain tells him, and Teddy at last does roll them, his legs wrapping around Tommy's waist.

"Leave me wrecked. Hard and fast and begging, okay?"

That tracked with Tommy's vague assumption that Teddy would take the top more often with him and Billy. But he wasn't going to think about that too much, thoughts skirting carefully away from his brother as much as he could when he was dick deep in his brother's boyfriend.

He groaned when Teddy rolled them, settling atop him, one hand bracing him and panting as he stared down at Teddy, mussed and flushed and fucking gorgeous. Tommy kissed him fiercely. "Yeahokay. I will," he promised, already starting to move. Teddy was strong. He healed and he was a shapeshifter - sturdy and somehow wet and ready for him. He could take Tommy's strength in a way no one Tommy had been with really could. That was appealing all on its own and Tommy tested, hips slamming hard and fast into Teddy, watching his face to see if it was too much.

Oh, there's an expression, but it's pleasure. So much pleasure. Teddy's head tilts back as he moans, shivers, just quakes under a beautiful and amazing man who gives him what his body wants and needs.

"Harder," he provokes, moving his own hips to snap against Tommy's. "Fuck, could take you deeper too. However you want me, Tommy. Just don't stop until I'm full of you."

"Fuck," Tommy breathes. But he does what he's asked. Because Teddy asked for it. Teddy wanted it. And Tommy could tell from the way Teddy moans and shakes beneath him that Teddy's not just asking for Tommy's sake. He wants it for himself. That ... hits Tommy hard.

He slams into Teddy harder, grinding as deep inside him as he can with each thrust. "Fuck, you're good. So fuckinggood, Teddy."

He can't feel nearly so good as Tommy does, leaving Teddy's whole body on fire, screaming for more.

"Could be tighter. Hotter. Slicker for you. Tell me what you want. Let me be what you want."

Tommy groaned, shaking his head. "You are. I just ... fuck, Teddy, so hard for you. Make it feel good for you. Want you as fuckin' far gone as I am." Because Tommy couldn't think about anything but Teddy and how much he wanted.

He didn't NEED anything to make this good. "Just keep touching me too." More hands, more contact. That's all that could make this more intense.

Hands are good. Hands are great. Teddy's come up over Tommy's shoulders, dragging down them with a good bit of course, just to make sure Tommy can feel the pressure of them.

"Come in me, okay? I want it all."

Tommy makes a punched-out sound, almost pained, but it wasn't, at all. It was just ... yeah he wanted that. Teddy all messy with him. Tommy wanted to know how fast Teddy came back. Healing factor he had, he had to come back like Tommy right? so they could just keep going until they were both too destroyed to do anything but pass out.

He wrapped a hand around Teddy's dick, stroking him off as he fucked him. "Come with me. Youcancomeagain, right? Keep going? I can fuck you again. God, Teddy, I want to."

"Healing factor. Can keep coming," Teddy agrees, panting as his hips work hard to move with Tommy, his legs tightening around the other man. "I could just-"

There's no reason to say anything more, because his voice is utterly gone, his whole body going tight and tense, his hole clenching and unclenching in waves around Tommy as Teddy comes all over himself at Tommy's stroking.

Yes, that's what Tommy wanted. What he needed from Teddy. Tommy fucks him through it, keeps stroking and sinks in as deep as he can when he comes, breathing out something that might be Teddy's name, but it was impossible to tell. Tommy's almost lightheaded with the force of orgasm and how tightly Teddy clenched around him. He kept moving until finally he stopped to breath and let the waves of orgasm finish shuddering through him. He was still inside Teddy, still hard even, unwilling to pull away when he knew neither of them were done. He just wanted to savor it for a second.

Teddy's left panting for a second, soft in Tommy's hand still. And hardening all over again. Fuck, he's almost more aroused now than he was before.

"Wanna... fuck. Wanna go again?"

Comics didn't cover Teddy as a girl

You don't say!

But they DO cover him as Thor and Mr. Fantastic and SpiderMan. Geez.

Priorities. Though I did like in Avac Academy when Teddy would walk around imitating Fury or Loki

fair

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