“Giving you what you want.” Teddy leaned in to kiss his neck. “Making you happy.” He licked across his collarbones, blowing on the wet spots and making Wren shiver.
“Teddy…” Wren moaned, tilting his head back to give him more space. He was so hard he thought he would die. He felt solost and needy, clenching around nothing and feeling like he’d cry with how empty he felt.
“I was always happiest when you were smiling because of me,” Teddy whispered against his chest, splaying his hands over Wren’s naked shoulder blades and tipping him backward. He kissed the middle of his chest, counting each rib with his tongue until he reached a nipple.
Wren saw starbursts behind his eyelids when Teddy’s lips closed around it.
“Always the proudest when I made you happy,” he said, nipping at the hardened bud until Wren was shivering with pleasure in his arms.
Wren wrapped his arms around Teddy’s neck to keep himself from toppling over and dug his fingers into his hair, tugging whenever Teddy did something with his tongue that made him go crazy.
Teddy moaned each time his hair was pulled, bucking his hips up and seeking friction from Wren’s body in his lap. His hands roamed Wren’s naked torso, and Wren felt him cataloging his scars. Scars he didn’t have as a teenager. Scars Teddy wouldn’t have seen before. For a second, irrational insecurity took over and he wondered if adult Teddy liked his body the way it looked now. Scarred and sunburnt and hardened by years of work.
But then Teddy dipped him lower and kissed across a large, silvery scar on the underside of his ribs.
“So many years without me. So many memories you have that I didn’t get to share. I hate that I didn’t get to watch you turn into the magnificence that you are now, Wren.”
He pulled Wren up again and pushed his hands into his pants, cupping his ass cheeks. His fingers dipped into the crease and fluttered over his hole and Wren arched into his touch, desperate to be filled. To finally be whole again.
Teddy maneuvered him up until he could take his pants and underwear off, rushing to rip his own clothes off before pulling him back into his lap and returning to what he was doing before. Hands on his ass, lips all over his chest.
But not before Wren saw the watercolor of blue and purple in a shape of a fist nestled against Teddy’s ribs.
He pushed him back firmly and stared at the sin marring Teddy’s golden skin, shaky hand reaching out to cover the area.
Teddy’s hand cupped his, completely eclipsing it. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not,” Wren growled, trying not to let his nails dig in, mind spinning on when and how.
Teddy nudged their foreheads together and cut off his thoughts. “I don’t want him here in this moment with us, Little Bird. Can’t this just be about us now?”
Wren clutched the hair at Teddy’s nape, trying to rid himself of all the hatred as he stared into those soulful eyes. “Just us.”
“He has no place here. He never did,” Teddy said, claiming his mouth again and doing his best to make them both forget.
Teddy’s touch over his entrance was dry, and the tiniest dip inside him burned from friction. The smallest tease of what was to come made Wren see stars and he didn’t want to take it slow anymore. He didn’t want to wait. All he wanted was to sit on Teddy’s cock and join them until they merged into one.
“Wanna be perfect for you,” Wren said, pushing himself back onto Teddy’s fingers.
“You are.” Teddy almost growled when Wren’s cock brushed against his abs as he rolled his hips.
“Want to be wet for you,” Wren said. He’d be lying if he knew where that came from but it felt so right. It felt so natural to want it. To say it. To ache for it.
Teddy paused for a split second before Wren felt his arms tighten around him like a vise. Teddy had always been taller, larger, broader than Wren. But it wasn’t as obvious when theywere teenagers. Now…Wren felt like Teddy’s body could just consume his own until they were one and nobody would ever be able to see Wren again.
He could live beneath his skin. Wrapped around his bones. Sustained by his life force and feeding his own to him. Symbiotic. The way they had always been. Dependent on each other.
He stole Teddy’s breath when he exhaled into another kiss and used the momentum of it to lick into his mouth. Like the greedy thing he had always been when it came to Teddy, nothing was ever enough. There was no kiss deep enough, no embrace tight enough to satisfy him. He had lived so long deprived of it, and now that he finally had it again he was determined to take all of it.
“You wanna be wet?” Teddy asked, one hand disappearing for a minute before returning to his opening cold and slippery and dripping, fulfilling Wren’s wish.
Wren moaned, mouth falling open when Teddy’s fingers breached him. He could almost pretend it was because of him, that he was making himself ready.
“Tell me more,” Teddy said, pushing one finger inside him torturously slowly. “I want to hear everything you’ve dreamed about since we’ve been apart. I want to make every dream come true for you.”
He added another finger and Wren keened at the burn but relished it at the same time, like a blessing that could save his soul. Teddy scissored his fingers, stretching him open, and it stirred more wants Wren never truly knew he had.
“Wish I could be open for you, always,” he said, fucking himself back onto Teddy’s fingers. “Wish I could always be ready for you. So you can just slip inside where you belong.”
