Billy laughed under his breath at Teddy's words. The funny thing was that Teddy actually thought that, that he really believed Billy to be as beautiful as he said. Still, Billy knew Teddy was hot for more than just his muscles. (Though he really liked those muscles sometimes. More than he ever thought he'd admit to.)
Pulling back, he bit his lip once more, moving to meet Teddy's eyes and take his mouth with his own once more, a whimper escaping his mouth only to be caught in Teddy's. The blond was probably the most beautiful person he'd ever met, whether it was inside or out. And as they continued to kiss, to explore, Billy finally pulled his hands around, exploring the deep ridges between Teddy's muscular abs, and the sinewy lines that led up his sides. He was some Spartan sculpture come to life, Billy was sure of it.
When he heard someone speak, he didn't even register that it had been him between sloppy kisses, his pulse still racing. "Bed?"