[Conner tosses the lube bottle to his other hand, catching it without looking, and then knee walks across the bed to slide down between Dick's legs. He stretches his own out behind him, lying down on his chest, and drapes both arms over the backs of his friend's thighs, hands gripping the full rounds of Dick's cheeks.]
You're not planning on going anywhere today, right?
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You're not planning on going anywhere today, right?