A small yelp escaped from Billy as he was pulled in closer, then up off of the ground, sucking at Teddy's tongue, lips, whatever he could get his mouth on really. Billy was slowly mastering the art of only-slightly-awkward kissing, a refined form of his usual flailing and failing when it came to anything very intimate. There was a reason he rarely ever kissed Teddy in public, and a reason why they had yet to explore more of each other than just kissing, and it mainly involved his unspoken insecurities. But Teddy had always been accommodating, never pushing Billy for more, even when Billy had heavily suspected his boyfriend had wanted to.