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Billy had issued the challenge knowing full well that it would be up to him to fill in the information Ladon lacked. That was perhaps the good part about him having been with a few others before. And while he wanted Ladon to feel like he was the one in control, there was no doubting without Billy's input this probably would have been awkward.

At the slight parting of lips Billy tilted his head a little more and let his tongue play along Ladon's lip, subtly hinting to the boy - coaxing. The aim here was to keep Ladon the one in control here. And patience was one of Billy's best virtues.

Slow and simple. Luring him in, getting him used to the idea. All while letting him feel..on top. Some might say Billy put too much thought in to things. Then again, he was a plotter. Never mind that his plans often formed themselves on the fly. They worked out, and that is what mattered.

Breaking the kiss, Billy only gave a quick smirk before taking the reigns himself. It was faster, not as tender, but it was Billy - Many little kisses that were all part of one great one. Out of no where it seemed a hand hand come up to cup Ladon's cheek while the other still held on to his hand.

If Ladon wanted his movie kiss moment, well, he could have it amidst the confetti.

Building, building, building, and hands that tried so hard not to explore and grope finally lost all obedience. First up a slender pale neck, a soft cheek, dark hair, then back down, down over a chest, along a side, coming to rest on a hip, a thumb massaging circles into the flesh. A long kiss was broken and small ones followed gently along a jaw only to renew their vigor once they found the soft, sweet, juncture between neck and jaw.

Ladon might have felt teeth as Billy's lips worked along that supple neck to place a dark red lovers brand. Ladon might not be happy about it when he saw it but...he wouldn't until the next time he looked in the mirror. Billy would take his punishment then gladly. Realizing he might have been overwhelming Ladon, Billy stopped with a warm shuddering breath.

"Sorry," breathless came the apology. Husky. Billy sat back, eyes closed and took a deep breath. Heaved a sigh. Ran a hand through his pale hair. Did he just manage to mess up all the progress they had just made? All because he got shamelessly carried away? Of course, it was rather tame. He'd stayed above the belt. Barely. He toted the line a bit. But it was just a hip. It wasn't like he had been stroking the boy's thigh, grabbing his a** or...or anything like that.

Now, Billy just sat there, sideways on the couch, leaned back on its arm, head leaned back as well, eyes closed to the ceiling above. Cooling down.

"It's my fault. I got carried away. I didn't plan on..." Billy lifted a hand as if that finished his sentence perfectly. "I'm trying, hon, I'm trying I just..gotta work on my discipline. ********>..." A shot, sharp, sigh. "I respect your boundaries and wants, really I do. I have no problem taking things your speed but..you know what it's like to be caught up in the moment?"

A moment of silence, those petal pink eyes looked on Ladon as his head rested against the back of the couch. Small attempts and reassuring smiles played on the corners of his mouth, but never fully formed.

"You make it hard to be good - looking so," the back of a finger lightly ran across Ladon's jaw, "So enticing. Attractive. Then being so, you. Gah, I love you. If I didn't I would try so hard to be good."

"Well, I'd hope the attraction wasn't totally one-sided." That earned a bit of a grin. Then Billy also turned his gaze to the bandaged hand and braced fingers. Another sigh came, and he reached out for that hand, lightly. "When the hell is this gonna get better? I can't give you your surprise until it does~" That there might have been a hint as to what said surprise was.

None the less, he wanted the anticipation and curiosity to grow. Not that Ladon had to wear the ring like that. Billy intended to give it to him on the same chain he'd gotten it on, but he had seen the other ring that Ladon kept. He didn't ask about it. He didn't ask about family, although he could guess. No asking kept him from having to reveal more about his own family. If you could call it that. One of these days, Billy intended to pay them a visit as Bismuthite. They were nothing to him - he'd gladly take their energy, their starseeds, and his mother's filthy drug and whoring money. Then burn the house to the ground.
Childhood grief, finally avenged. Patricide, matricide~ Kids did it every day for lesser reasons...

But that was all far from the point. The ring - however Ladon chose to wear it, Billy would be happy. The great significance it bore to the boy was truly ridiculous, he thought. But it was there none the less. It was no proposal - that would be too fast for even Billy, but all the same, a token of what they share.

"Something much more practical than that. And smaller." If there was the momentary look of annoyance on his face, it was only due to the wait. Weren't they supposed to heal faster than normal humans? He'd hate to know how long this would have taken if they were normal then. Billy was a patient predator, though, and the look vanished as the guessing game commenced.

When Ladon held his hands out to look at, Billy gently stole them, holding them close to himself.

"Practical," Billy said again, emphasizing the word.

Mittens were never practical. Then again, Billy always did have an issue with gloves. The extra layer between his fingers and whatever he was touching was irritatingly distorted.