With hands that instinctively slid through Teddy's hair, Billy could only whimper and moan at his boyfriend's amazing ministrations. Until he was licking at his treasure trail, tugging at his pajama pants, and leaving the elastic of his underwear dangerously low on his waist. His breath caught in his throat as Teddy licked at a startlingly tender bundle of nerves that Billy didn't even know he'd had until it was being licked. His muscles tensed, his fingers clenched, and suddenly the sensation of sparks between their skin was not just a sensation.
There was a sudden ripping crash of lightning as Billy reflexively twitched, his unwitting boyfriend blown off of him, off of the bed, and across the room, onto the middle of the floor into a crackling pile of shocked boy.
It wasn't until he'd stopped writhing at Teddy's assault on his sensitive spots that Billy realized what he'd done, the crackle of electricity still audible, and the static tangible in the air. He looked down, surprise and fear and worry written in his eyes before finding Teddy on the floor and speaking. "--T-Teddy?"