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Teddy would do anything for James. Even make himself look like him.
“Al,” James panted, breathing in his brother’s earthy scent. “Fuck, Al, you feel so good.”
It oft brought tears to Teddy’s eyes, hearing his name instead of Teddy’s coming out of James’ mouth. Usually, he could bury his face into the sheets and hope the faux ebony hair didn’t flash pale blue the way it did when he cried. But with James taking him on his back, he had no way of hiding the tears now.
Teddy thought he could stifle them. It was just a little stinging behind his eyelids. If he threw his head back and clenched his eyes shut in an imitation of bliss, surely James wouldn’t notice. Surely he would be far too gone in this fantasy of his to recognise Teddy’s soft weeping for what it truly was.
“Merlin, Al,” James sighed as he took ahold of the replica of his brother’s slender cock, “you’re so hard for me.”
Teddy whimpered, nodding his head frantically with his face scrunched up, glad that his hardness wasn’t flagging. He was stable enough to at least keep his cock hard with metamorphosis.
He wasn’t stable enough to keep his tears at bay, though. Not when James uttered that breathy I love you when he got close. He always got sentimental when fucking Al’s body, but he spewed mushy bullshit especially nearing his climax.
Though, Teddy didn’t mind as much—it was the only time he could be genuine when they did this as he whispered back, “I love you, too, Jamie. So much.”