Billy sits back just enough to pull his shirt over his head, throwing it off somewhere in Steve's room before he undoes the button and zip on his pants, giving Steve the option to push them down.
He leans into the kiss, sliding his hand into Steve's hair and sighing against the other boy's lips. Billy wishes they could stay like this forever, but he knows they can't.
He reached down, fingers hooking into his jeans before shoving them down
along with his underwear. He kept kissing him, over and over, just wanting
to make this last as long as he possibly could.
It took him a moment before he rolled them over, pushing Billy back against
the pillows. He settled between his legs, slowly pulling his jeans the rest
of the way off before tossing them over the edge of the bed.
He slid his hands up from Billy's hips, over his skin and grasping his
wrists before pushing them above his head.
Naked, Billy sprawls out beneath Steve in a way he knows shows everything off just right, hands flexing where they're pressed against the pillows but no effort being put in to fight against the hold.
And then Steve says those words and Billy feels the burn of tears. Not because he doesn't want to hear it, but because they make him feel safe and afraid and overwhelmed all at once and he knows -he know- that, if he let himself, he'd say it back.
Instead, he just kisses Steve, puts everything he can't say into the kiss and hopes the older teen gets it.
He does get it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less. He squeezed
his wrists for a moment before sliding his hands into Billy's lacing their
fingers together as he shifted so they were grinding together. He wanted to
draw this out, he really, really did.
After a moment he tugged at his lip, groaning softly. He broke the kiss,
panting quietly and pressing his forehead against Billy's.
There was so much he wanted to say in that moment. So much he wanted to
promise and ask for. So, so much but he didn't.
After, when they're sprawled out and sated, Billy rolls so that he can press his face into the side of Steve's neck and just breathing him in. The smell of sex fills the room and there's cum drying on his skin, but for right now, he just wants to stay here, curled up with the man he loves and pretending the rest of the world doesn't exist.
"We should shower." Even as he says it, he makes no move to get up.
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He leans into the kiss, sliding his hand into Steve's hair and sighing against the other boy's lips. Billy wishes they could stay like this forever, but he knows they can't.
But he's going to enjoy it while he can.
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He reached down, fingers hooking into his jeans before shoving them down along with his underwear. He kept kissing him, over and over, just wanting to make this last as long as he possibly could.
It took him a moment before he rolled them over, pushing Billy back against the pillows. He settled between his legs, slowly pulling his jeans the rest of the way off before tossing them over the edge of the bed.
He slid his hands up from Billy's hips, over his skin and grasping his wrists before pushing them above his head.
"I love you." He whispered against his lips.
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And then Steve says those words and Billy feels the burn of tears. Not because he doesn't want to hear it, but because they make him feel safe and afraid and overwhelmed all at once and he knows -he know- that, if he let himself, he'd say it back.
Instead, he just kisses Steve, puts everything he can't say into the kiss and hopes the older teen gets it.
Gets I love you too as well.
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He does get it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less. He squeezed his wrists for a moment before sliding his hands into Billy's lacing their fingers together as he shifted so they were grinding together. He wanted to draw this out, he really, really did.
After a moment he tugged at his lip, groaning softly. He broke the kiss, panting quietly and pressing his forehead against Billy's.
There was so much he wanted to say in that moment. So much he wanted to promise and ask for. So, so much but he didn't.
He just focused on them.
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"We should shower." Even as he says it, he makes no move to get up.