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[Conner's breathing picks up, sometimes falling in pace with Dick's sucks, other times with the motion of his hand. He grits his teeth, trying to hold back so he can keep enjoying this for a bit longer.

But this is too new, and Dick's too... well... new. The combination of sensation and learning makes for a messy, encouraging combination.

Conner tries his best... and then breaks with a sharp cry as he finds his release, coming hard into Dick's mouth.

It's a lot to take in.]

[Dick's expression is smug - the proverbial cat who got the cream, pun intended - when his ministrations finally bring Conner to climax, but he stays right where he is. At least, that's the plan - he drinks down the taste of Conner eagerly first of all, but he can't quite keep up with all of it and he draws back before he chokes and totally ruins the mood. It gets a little messy then, sure, but Dick's okay with that, and he keeps his hand wrapped around Conner's cock, stroking him through his release like he's trying to milk him of every last drop. It gives him a chance to turn his attention to Conner's face, licking his lips clean as he seeks out Conner's gaze.]

[Conner's gaze is currently locked behind his eyes, clenched shut from the orgasm sweeping over his body. His hips buck as Dick finally tugs off his cock, a few spurts catching on the other hero's face even as his hand works him over to tug more of the mess out of him. The Kryptonian's torso heaves as his muscles contract and his orgasm empties himself all over Dick's hand and mouth and wherever else happens to be close.

It's only after several long seconds that Conner finally begins to taper down and eventually flop onto his back, panting hard as the final dregs ooze down the sides of his cock and over Dick's fingers.]

_{((I started a YJ rewatch. Man I'd forgotten how sassy Conner can be! And how he picks up a few of Dick's linguistic quirks, in the first series at least. Made it to season 3 which I never actually watched before so I'm hype for it. Thank you, because you triggered it XD))}

Wow...

[He's a little dazed himself, so he can only imagine what Conner's feeling. He finally draws his hand away from his cock, bringing it to his mouth to lick his fingers clean - slow and seductive with his eyes on Conner the whole time. It doesn't make a huge difference, unfortunately, he's kind of covered in it, but he really doesn't look like he cares.]

That was really hot... [he leans down to kiss his way back up Conner's torso, stretching out until he's lying half on him again. He hesitates before kissing him on the lips, though, not sure if Conner will want to taste himself or not] I really hope we do that again.

[And he doesn't want to that to be the end of it, either, since he's achingly hard right now and desperate for some release of his own]

[Haha, glad I could be such an enabler! Yeah he's got such the attitude for the first season, even though he mellows by season 2. But yeah, I noticed he picks up some from Dick over the episodes. Dick's a good influence! Admittedly, I never watched Season 3. Tbh, I like Conner best from Season 1. He wasn't your "normal good guy" like he becomes by Season 3. Guess I just like him Mr. Grumpy with Issues better. Felt like more to work with. I might pick up Season 3 and binge it once Season 4 finishes.]

[Actually, Conner's not feeling much of anything right now. Lying on his back, gulping air like he just came up from drowning. It takes him a while before everything starts to come back one body part at a time. He's jerked off before, make no mistake, but having someone else do it? With his mouth?! Never felt anything like it.

Dick's second comment makes it to his ears and Conner groans softly before trying to force himself up into a sitting position again. Takes one or two jabs of his elbows to get them in the bed, but he's up... he's up.

And Dick's sliding right up to him again, curving up his chest and torso... and down he goes again, dropping on his back with a small laugh. Conner takes the kiss, but it breaks with him making a slight face at it.]

Is that what I taste like?

_{((for sure, season one grumpy Conner is great. I like season one Dick better too (in case it isn't obvious ha) - like he's got some great moments as Nightwing but he's way more serious with the weight of leadership, which is legit but less fun XD))}

I don't know, tastes pretty great to me. [He grins, licking his lips laviciously. It's mostly for show since most of what was on his lips has been left in a trail of sticky kisses across Conner's chest, but there's still a hint of it.

Just to make his point even more he drags a fingertip through some of the come splattered across Conner's stomach and licks it off, wrapping his lips around his finger and dragging it slowly free again in a deliberate echo of what he just did.]

And you know what I really want now?

[He rolls onto his back beside Conner, turning his head to look at him and trailing his fingers teasingly down his own chest]

Now I want you to touch me.

[And he gets more screentime as Robin, since by the time he's Nightwing, the cast has like... tripled. Good for some things, not so much for others. I like Garfield better in S3 at least?]

Taste's strange. [Conner gives his head a little shove when Dick makes that show of smacking his lips like that. Cheese. He's licked his fingers before after jerking off and it'd not been too weird. Maybe this one's got spit mixed in it or something.

Conner's broken from his thoughts when a finger runs over his torso and he arches a brow as Dick licks it off, making another show of sucking on it and generally being a brat. A hot, attractive brat, but a brat all the same.] Didn't you just drink a bunch of it?

[His smile's half miffed, but it eases into something curious. Now? Conner drops his head to the side when Dick rolls off him, watching his friend's fingers run down his chest. That's... inviting.]

With...?

_{((true. In the outsiders stuff he seems like he's gonna get a lot of screen time so I'm happy about that. Yea I do like a lot of the newer characters but Dick's my boy XD))}

I told you, it tastes good to me.

[He has no shame whatsoever, and yes, he's absolutely a brat. He's being a brat to himself, too, fingers brushing teasingly across his thigh but never quite touching himself - he wants Conner to be the one to do that.]

Hands. I want your hands on me. And anything else you want. Lips, tongue, teeth.. maybe you could leave more marks...

[He's just desperate, and that's very clear in both his tone and the lustful look in his eyes]

[Damn right he is. I did like an number of the characters from S2 as well, so we'll see. If anything, they do the show good.]

Maybe you're just strange.

[Conner smirks at him before he sits up again. This time, he doesn't slip and fall, doesn't have someone drop atop him and knock him down. His eyes wander over Dick's body, momentarily wondering the best way to go about this.

Hands. Okay... And then onto the mouth again. Marks. Slow down, Dick. He's new at this.

Conner clears his throat before making up his mind. He twists around, legs tucking a bit to bring his shins under him, then tosses one leg over Dick's thighs and basically mounts the other boy's hips, kneeling over them without dropping just yet. Gives himself some time to just... look down and admire what he's going to be getting his hands and mouth on soon.]

Might want to wear long sleeves and pants tomorrow.

Maybe.

[He agrees it with ease and doesn't look the slightest bit ashamed, of course.

He feels like he's practically vibrating with anticipation, so when Conner moves to loom over him he exhales sharply, lifting his hands to rest them on Conner's thighs, grinning up at him. Oh yea, he could get used to this.]

Yea? I'm okay with that...

[There's a tiny part of him that would love to show them off, as long as Conner didn't mind, but as long as he knows they're there that's good enough for him]

[Conner sinks back when Dick's hand settle on his thighs, the long lines of thick muscle rippling before pulling taut under his skin as he sits down. Has to make sure he's not trapping Dick's legs between the back of his thighs and his calves. Giving his friend a dead leg while he's feeling him up would be... awkward.

He rests his hands on Dick's stomach, then smooths out towards his sides, following the curve of his torso and moving up towards his ribs. Before sliding back inward onto his chest, fingers spreading to get as much under his touch as possible. And back down, tracing the definitions of his body as he slides to his abs, parting his hands just at the end so he deliberately misses his dick.]

[Dick arches up into his touch, the warm hands spreading over his skin feel grounding and electrifying at the same time, though he can't stop the near whine that escapes his lips when Conner deliberately avoids touching his dick.]

Tease...

[His tone is light, playful, but there's a definite undercurrent of want]

[Conner looks like a satisfied puppy when Dick calls him a tease. He's pretty proud of himself for getting that kind of description from Dick of all people.

The whine sounds good too, so he opts to repeat the entire action. Sliding his hands off his hips, over his sides, up to his ribs, onto his chest, and down to his abs again, putting enough pressure to trace over Dick's definitions.

And this time, he does go for his cock.]

[Between Conner's touch and the pleased look on his face, Dick is suddenly hit by an overwhelming swell of affection for the other boy and he can't help but grin a little at him.

When Conner moves to repeat the same thing, he bites his lip, not sure how much more teasing he'll be able to stand - only this time he isn't being teased and he gasps, hips twitching involuntarily up into Conner's hands]

[Conner smooths the heels of his palms over the sides if Dick's cock, trapping his shaft between them and squeezing a few times. It rolls his skin on his shaft, pulling the soft flesh every now and then, and he slowly slides up and down.

Part of him is still a bit blown away that he's actually here, naked, sitting on Dick's lap, touching his cock. It's really intense, but in a good way.]

[Dick groans at the pressure, his fingers curling so he can grip Conner's thighs and dig in a little - he knows it won't hurt, that it's unlikely to do any damage, so he doesn't really stop himself.

He's honestly trying to control himself here, Conner's barely stroked his cock a couple of times and he's already seeing stars, but he doesn't want this to be over embarrassingly quick - he wants to savour it]

[Conner slides his lower legs to the side to give himself some more room to "sit" on his friend's thighs, then squeezes them against the outside of Dick's limbs. Also to let his muscles shift under his friend's hands while they're grabbing his.

Satisfied with one kind of exploring, Conner wraps his hand around Dick's cock and slowly starts to stroke up and down. This feels really different doing it to someone else. The angle, the shape, the feeling... He's exploring it.]

[Dick has a little experience, sure, but it absolutely pales in comparison to this. Maybe it's because of the build up, or Conner just being better at it, or maybe it's something else entirely - whatever it is, it feels good and he doesn't want it to stop. He presses his hips against Conner's hand, thrusting himself into Conner's grip and he moans again - it sounds like it might have been meant to be a word, but regardless of incomprehensibility, it sounds encouraging.]

[He'd have a well-stroked pride if Dick mentioned he was "better" at it. Since he'd never touched someone else's dick before. But he is now and it's very interesting. Conner thumbs over his head, pressing where the shaft meets with his tip. Then circles the pad of his thumb around the slit at the top, feeling the smear of precum oozing out of it. Whatever that moan was, it's in his ears and holding.

Conner gives a few more strokes again, adding a slight twist since he finds he likes that when he does it to himself. Then slowly starts to slide his legs backwards one at a time, stretching out along Dick's legs.]

[Dick throws his head back against the sheets and tries not to moan too much - it's kind of a losing battle. He's so lost in sensation that the first time he realises Conner has even started moving is when the hands that had previously been grabbing at solid muscle were suddenly meeting empty air.

He lifts his head dazedly, dropping his hands to the sheets but then propping himself up slightly on his elbows for a better view. He's definitely feeling slow right now because he can't figure out what Conner's doing - until all of a sudden realisation dawns and his eyes widen]

[Conner's more or less reclining on his front between Dick's legs, his strong arms resting over the other boy's thighs and bent at the elbows so his hands are right next to his dick. Which is also where Conner's head is. Mouth specifically.

His eyes are silently locked onto Dick's arousal, a faint heat coloring his face again as he literally stares at what he's planning on doing next. Dick did it to him, so this is nothing strange. Humans do it all the time. He just has to... well... do it.

Conner runs his tongue across his teeth... then leans forward and abruptly licks his friend's dick from the root to the tip in one hot, quick go. Probably one of those "close your eyes and jump" moments.]

[Dick's almost holding his breath as he watches Conner, hardly daring to believe that this is actually happening- for some reason the idea of Conner reciprocating hadn't actually crossed his mind. Well, that's not strictly true, it had definitely crossed his mind, but he didn't think it would happen

At the sudden, hot swipe of Conner's tongue his arms nearly give way. A shudder runs through his body and a strangled moan escapes his lips.]

Fuck.. k-keep going. Please.

[The taste is a little strange. It's not his own precum, and it's got a tang of bitterness. But the texture's really smooth. and that's just the fluid. Dick's cock feels pretty nice on his tongue. The swell of that thick vein on the underside, the weight of his shaft pressed against his tongue. And that shuddering moan...

Conner actually needs the encouragement to spur him on--he's grateful to know he's not screwing this up--and repeats the action, tilting his head this time to lick up the right side, then the left. Kind of like a popsicle. That's melting.]

[Dick's fingers curl into the sheets below him, grip tightening as another moan is dragged out of him. He's always wondered what this felt like, what it would be like for someone to do this to him - the reality outstrips his imaginings a hundred times over.

He makes another noise of encouragement, eyes fixed on Conner]

[Conner's eyes finally fall shut as he lets himself just focus on the sensations. Dick's cock against his tongue, occasionally bumping against his lips as he pulls his tongue back and ends up getting nuzzled by his shaft. He leans in closer, exploring the other boy's arousal with his lips, slowly working his way up towards his head.]

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