“Stay,” he said, even as he felt Teddy going soft inside of him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Teddy said, brushing the white lock away from Wren’s face and pecking his lips softly.
Wren frowned slightly, because things hadn’t gone the way he had intended them to. “I was supposed to be the one reassuring you. I was supposed to be the one making you happy after all you’ve been through.”
“And you did,” Teddy said, watching him with a soft look in his eyes. “Nothing could have made me happier than being with you.”
“From now on, I’ll keep you safe. I promise,” Wren declared.
“I believe you.”
“And I’ll read your letters. Every last one.”
“I wish I could write my love for you onto your skin.” Teddy traced the pathways they would take. “So you’d never doubt it again.”
“It’s the world I’m doubting,” Wren said. “Not us. Never us.”
“Good. Because I love you.”
“I love you.” Wren kissed him, again and again and again. A decade of kisses that had been stolen from them pouring out of him.
They had a lot to make up for.
Chapter 18
Teddy
Teddy kissed one pale, rounded shoulder, following the lines of faded scars up and over as Wren continued to slumber in his arms.
Satisfaction was still humming in his chest, his limbs feeling heavy and lazy where they wrapped around Wren’s naked body. He was a satiated lion, pride making his chest puff as he gazed down at the fruits of his labor.
Wren was covered in marks. Flowers bloomed in red watercolors all over his skin. Teddy’s teeth painting lines around them.
Groaning, Teddy pushed closer, already feeling himself harden even though that should have been impossible at this point. He rubbed against Wren’s soft thigh and moved his messy hair away from his neck, trailing ardent kisses toward the sensitive area.
Wren let out a sleepy sigh, almost a whiny grumble as Teddy licked behind his ear.
He knew at a certain point he had worn Wren out entirely, his maddened focus on consuming every part of him exhausting to keep up with.
Not that Wren hadn’t given it his best try.
He was demanding and insistent. So beautifully needy. They had been apart so long that their flame had soon turned into an inferno, unable to be contained. The world outside no longer mattered. That any of his team could hear what they were doing was an afterthought, Teddy was a man possessed.
It was only when they both passed out that it stopped, only for Teddy to wake up an hour later, already hard and starving, ready to start the dance all over again. At first Wren had met him step for step, pace for pace. But eventually he’d turned into a sore, sleepy, but pleased participant settling among the cushions to be doted on and filled.
Teddy loved him in all ways, but he held special affection for this one.
Unable to hold back, his kisses became more purposeful, his hand finding the bud of Wren’s nipple to slowly swirl it into a peak against his palm before his finger and thumb pinched.
Wren mewled and arched, in between sleep and wakefulness. His ass pressed back against Teddy’s hardness like an invitation.
“Little Bird,” Teddy whispered into his ear.
The hot breath made Wren shiver, his fingers spasming against the messy sheet in front of them. “Mm?”
“I have something important to tell you.”
Wren grumbled, nose and brow scrunching. “Five more minutes.”
