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[He grins against Conner's lips, pressing back against each grind of his hips with his own. He hums contentedly when Conner's hand slips beneath his boxers, anticipation building, waiting for the touch he's craving.

He removes his own hand from Conner's ass, but only long enough to slide it under his underwear instead, returning to the same place to squeeze again]

[That grin earns a small bite from the Kryptonian teen and he bucks his hips a few more times before lifting them so they've got some space between themselves.

Warm skin meets his fingers and the thumbs over rise of Dick's pelvis. His hand swings around to the front, curling so he can push the hem of his boxers down just a bit more. A small grunt puffs out when naked flesh finds his ass again and he throws any hesitation away.

A few good pushes and he's working his friend's underwear down his hips and off his dick. No going back after this.]

[well, he's not letting that happen without returning the favour, so while Conner works his boxers off (with Dick lifting his hips to help as much as possible), he reluctantly removes his hand long enough to shove Conner's boxers down over his hips as well.

He breaks away from the kiss just long enough to give Conner a reassuring, eager grin - he wants this, he wants this a lot

[Conner tilts his waist to the side, keeping them raised so Dick's got easier access to stripping his boxers down. Off his hips and onto his thighs, where he can start working them off his legs along with his friend's.

The broken kiss and following grin embolden him enough to hike his leg up, knee by Dick's ribs almost like a runner ready to bolt, step down between his thighs with his foot on the hem of his strung-up underwear, and then shove back, "stepping" back down and taking Dick's boxers to his ankles.]

Very smooth.

[It's a little teasing but mostly admiring because hey, that is a pretty neat trick and now they're both gloriously naked. He strokes a hand down Conner's side and traces circles around his hip with his fingertips, leaning in for another kiss]

I learned a lot in those martial arts lessons.

[Their underwear gets lost somewhere in the sheets below and Conner rolls onto his side, pulling Dick with him as their lips come together again. Amazing how taking off one layer of thin fabric made the hand wandering down his bare hips that much better.]

[Dick rolls with him easily, glad the shift in positions gives him a little more access, his trailing fingers sneaking their way across Conner's hip onto his thigh - not quite touching his dick yet, but teasing ever closer as they kiss]

[Conner hooks one leg around Dick's, thigh rubbing against his and ankle tucking above the other man's. His own hand takes a wander along Dick's shoulder and down his back, following the contours onto his hip and upper leg. He breaks the kiss just long enough to readjust and go right back in. Before tugging with his leg and pulling his hips and Dick's flush together.]

[Dick's hand gets close enough to brush against his cock as he moves, arching into Conner's touch, but he starts tracing his way down the kryptonian's thigh instead of following through, unable to keep from grinning against Conner's lips. A quiet moan slips out when he's drawn in, hips pressed against Conner's, and he shifts slightly to rub up against him]

[Conner's lips part in a breathless shudder when he finally gets that warm touch, even if it's just a brush, along his dick. It's not continued, damn that grin against his lips, and Conner nips at Dick's lower lip in vengeance before rolling his hips flush to his friend's again. It's not a hand, but he deliberately makes sure their cocks are grinding to each other, shafts and heads rubbing alongside and nuzzling wet tips. His own hand falls to Dick's hips, cupping at his pelvis and holding him close.]

[That rub of their cocks against each other earns a much louder moan into Conner's mouth and he eagerly writhes back against the movement.

He breaks away from the kiss briefly just to catch his breath, wrapping his hand around Conner's thigh. He grins cheekily.]

Is it too forward to ask you to fuck me on a first date?

[Conner swallows both that moan and a collection of their saliva, panting softly when they finally break the kiss enough to breathe and talk. His tongue sweeps across his lips to clear a strand of spit spun between them, breath hiking slightly when a hand grabs him by the thigh.

He quirks a brow in surprise for a second, before a lopsided grin nudges through.]

Yeah. But I like forward.

[Patience isn't a favored thing for Conner, when he has the choice. And they're already naked and grinding. Who's he kidding?]

Good, because I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been thinking about it all morning.

[And before then, too, if he was entirely honest, he's definitely considered it on more than one occasion.]

Sure you weren't thinking about it last night too?

[He's teasing, but wouldn't be surprised. It's not like his thoughts towards Dick have always been pure and platonic over the years.

Conner leans in with a grin, already knowing the answer, and sinks into another kiss. Long enough it starts to burn before he pulls back. Just enough for their lips to still touch when he talks.]

Because I was.

[Whatever answer Dick is about to give is swallowed up by the kiss but he can't bring himself to complain. When Conner admits he'd been thinking about it, he feels a thrill run through him and he grins]

Mm...it may have crossed my mind.

[He saw that answer coming from last night, but it still gets a grin out of him. Conner nips at his lip once more, then slowly leans back, letting their bodies and now-very-sticky hips peel apart in a satisfying way.]

Any preferences?

Oh, you know me, I'm flexible.

[He grins mischievously]

I wouldn't say no if you wanted to hold me down again though...

[Conner chuckles softly and drags his hand down Dick's chest, following the contours of his muscles. Olympic athlete body. Always impressive.]

Yeah, I know.

[Holding him down sounds good and Conner pauses his hand on Dick's stomach.]

Then turn over. Unless you want me to flip you myself.

[Dick was about to do as was told, but then he pauses and grins, because there's no way he's saying no to being manhandled by Conner]

Hmm.. you know I think you're going to have to do it yourself.

[Yea, he's a brat]

[The grin that appears on Conner's face says he'd been expecting (and kind of hoping) for the reaction as well.]

And people call me the brat.

[Before lazily rolling up to his knees and then catching Dick by the arm and leg. Depending on how 'difficult' his friend's going to make it, Conner's going to deftly work on grappling those attractive limbs and give him a quick flip onto his stomach on the bed.]

[Dick just grins back. He puts up a nominal struggle, for the fun of it, and he's stifling a laugh the whole time, but he doesn't make it too difficult for Conner to get him flipped over, and he props himself up on his forearms and looks over his shoulder with a wicked grin.]

Lube's in the drawer [He nods towards the bedside cabinet] condoms too, if you want one... but you don't have to.

[Conner chases his limbs a few times and lets Dick actually 'resist' him with some kicks and arm pulls. Just to play with him, grinning the whole time, before getting the flip proper and then sitting back to watch him make himself comfortable.

That's one hell of a view though... the morning light and Dick looking at him over his shoulder, bared and a little bed tousled. With that grin Conner's sure has slayed many a hearts. Even a Kryptonian one.]

Don't want one. [He twists at the waist and leans over in a strange arch, too stubborn to actually turn around and get to the drawer like a normal person. Ends up half on his toes and a leg stretched out, but--got it! The lube's free of the drawer and Conner drops back to his knees.]

Want these to start or this?

[And holds up two fingers and the lube--A--before slowly running his tongue between his teeth--B.]

[Dick watches him stretch for the lube with a fond smile on his face, amazed and a little amused that he manages to still look attractive even when twisting himself so awkwardly.

The options make his breath catch and he grins slowly]

Option two. Fuck. Definitely option two.

[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?

[Dick shivers in anticipation at the feel of Conner's hands on his ass. He grins over his shoulder again and shakes his head.]

Nope, I'm free all day.

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