( bites and kisses line the side of teddy's neck, teeth digging in hard enough to leave bruises even if they won't last that long. it's the thought that counts, right? he's thinking he'd definitely like to mark teddy if he could. each bite is lavished with his tongue before he moves on to the next, humming soft as billy slowly starts moving his way south--a collar, a nice pec. )

I don't know if you've noticed, but you're also a nerd. It's one of the many reasons I like you so much. That, and your nice smell. ( among every other thing he can think of. those cute dimples, the soft way teddy smiles when he's happy. how he knows when billy needs someone to touch and hold him close, how he knows without words when he needs space. teddy's dumb nerdy jokes. how attentive he is, god. ) You know. . I've got my magic, too. Could probably illusion myself into someone. .

( for now, he lets loose some it. lets magic-fizzed fingers trail across teddy's stomach, grope along a thigh. ) There are a lot of different ways we can mess around.