Teddy's hands paused momentarily on Billy's skin, counting the seconds before he took another breath, hoping that it wouldn't be to tell him to stop. And...it wasn't. Maybe he should have read something into the edge in Billy's voice, maybe he should have pulled back and checked if it was ok. But Billy hadn't told him to stop, for once, Billy hadn't pulled away. He just wanted to enjoy that for a minute.
His hands were gentle, smoothing across Billy's flat belly, up to count the ridges of his ribs, and then to drag one thumb tentatively across a nipple. He didn't want to push, and yet he wanted to touch as much of Billy as he could while he was allowed. If he could, he would commit every inch of perfect skin to memory. "Billy..." he breathed, kissing his boyfriend's jaw.