Teddy catches Billy's face in his hands and pulls back a little, eyes on his mouth. He meets Billy's gaze for a moment before he tilts his head down and kisses him, just a shallow meeting of their lips, a sweet, brief press.

That brilliant mouth.

He kisses each lip individually, first the upper and then the lower, his tongue sliding against the gentle indentation there for barely a moment. He'd meant what he said: It's not enough. It's not going to ruin them because they've been through more than that. It hurts, and it's going to stick with him for a while, but Tony Stonem can go to hell. Long before that limey ass had 'taught' Billy a damn thing, Billy and Teddy had been teaching each other, and no one, regardless of the extent of the relationship, has more of a claim to any part of the boy in his arms than Teddy does.