You know what the great thing about a healing factor is? No hickies. Or at least, not long-lasting ones. Which means that when they finally run out of air, Billy can tilt his head and nibble away at the spot between Teddy's head and shoulders without guilt or concern. It's kind of pointless to do it in the dark, but he'll know, and Teddy will know, and really, what else matters?

"Whoever writes reality makes the rules," he mumbles against Teddy's neck, shifting back to wind his arms around the blond's shoulders and dragging him in for another proper makeout. They could be at this for a good while.]