Nothing in Billy's noises or motions was a rejection, in fact he was being nothing but inviting, and his skin was so soft and sweet under Teddy's mouth. It was enough to make him forget himself, continuing downwards when he should have stopped and returned to the safe zone of kissing. Instead he found himself nosing at the waistband of Billy's pajamas, tracing his tongue down the soft trail of hair leading from his belly button, thinking about where it would lead him.