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[Conner's eyes do another once over of his friend's body, wandering his head to his chest to his hips and legs and back up to his eyes. His shoulders sink a little, visibly relieved when Dick offers to show him first.]

Okay. You know I learn fast.

[Just so Dick's got something to look forward to and not wondering how long Conner's going to be playing voyeur. Which he honestly doesn't think would be long regardless.]

[Dick grins at him, leaning up to give him a quick kiss before lying back down, getting comfortable on his back with his knees bent and legs spread wide. Licking his lips a little nervously he keeps his eyes on Conner as he squirts a little of the lotion onto his fingers and reaches down to start teasing at his hole]

[Conner presses into the kiss and then shifts forward onto his knees before sitting back on his heels. His eyes hungrily run over his friend's torso and legs splayed out in front of him, following the run of his chest and stomach to the dip of his hips and the rising tent of his open legs. Damn gymnast / martial artists on display right there...

But his eyes get locked onto that spurt of lotion and then follow Dick's fingers to his hole, the intense blue darkening some.] And that... feels good?

[Logically, he knows, he's heard of it, but... physically watching it about to happen? He has some doubts.]

A little, now, but soon it's going to feel really good...

[He works at the tight muscle for a little longer, getting it slick with lotion before he starts to carefully work one finger inside. He drops the bottle to the side for the moment so he can slide his other hand across his chest, trailing fingers through the sticky reside of their earlier exploits still smeared across his stomach, and then up again to play with his nipples, working himself up again so he can relax easier]

Okay.

[Conner falls silent as he gives rapt attention to his friend's actions, eyes trained on his hole and finger. His lips part as an unconscious breath ghosts between them and his tongue sweeps across his lips when Dick actually gets his finger inside himself. He isn't even aware of the other teen playing with his chest and nipples for several seconds, but does glance up after a while.

Unfortunately... he's never been good with patience. Conner pushes forward, ending up on his hands and knees over one of Dick's legs.]

Bottle.

[Dick has absolutely no problem with Conner's impatience. With a grin he grabs for the bottle of lube and holds it out to Conner, already panting slightly from his own touch. He continues to work his finger back and forth inside him, but he's eager for Conner to take over]

[Conner whisks the bottle from Dick's hand, and with the same hand, tugs his friend's hand back so he can pull his finger out of him.]

Stop it. My turn.

[Enough of that. He pops the cap, drags a line of lotion up his finger, and then shuts it with his thumb. It only takes a second to smear the lotion on his index and middle fingers and then he works himself between his friend's thighs. Dropping onto his side, Conner ends up half-curled between Dick's legs, one arm draped across his own body so he can work his fingers up between the human's cheeks. He uses his index finger first, probing at his hole once or twice, then slowly pushes in.]

[So much for Dick being in charge... but he's really not complaining. He lets Conner pull his hand away, biting as his lip at the drag of his finger leaving him and the anticipation of it being replaced. He continues to stroke fingers across his chest, teasing his skin to keep his arousal hot, but honestly it's barely necessary because watching Conner slick up his fingers with the lotion is hot enough.

He moans as Conner presses a finger inside him, pushing his hips down against it, Conner's fingers are a little bigger than his own and the difference is satisfying, though he still wants more]

[Conner lets Dick move his hips once he feels him shift like that, silently holding still and watching his friend impale himself on his finger. He's gaping a little, breathless at the sensation of that hot, tight grip sliding over his digit. He's never felt that kind of thing before...

But it's far from unpleasant and he slowly curls his finger once Dick's hole reaches his knuckle. Weird. Moving it inside him like that. Wet and sticky... not like his mouth since it's gripping him everywhere. Conner slowly pulls back to the tip, then pushes inside again.]

Like this?

Exactly like that.

[That little curl, the push and pull of his finger inside him, it's exactly what he's looking for.]

Keep going like that until it feels like you could fit a second finger...

[He's quickly heartened by the encouragement and keeps the pace, mimicking the curling motion from before as well. Those "come here" movements feel strange, considering his fingertip's rubbing at his friend's, well, insides... but it's a good feeling.

Conner works in and out again, focusing some on trying to "feel?" when Dick's ready.]

When you feel... looser?

Yea, that's it exactly...

[Dick's had his own fingers inside himself before, but it's nothing like the feel of somebody else's, of Conner's.]

[He has to do some balancing here. One, because his nerves are sensitive enough to feel all those little details of Dick's flesh. And two, because his strength means Dick feels "loose" enough for him the moment he put his finger inside.

Conner frowns slightly in focus, but his breath's coming a little hotter as he adds a small twist to his hand, testing to see how Dick responds to some variation.]

[Dick responds with a moan, one of his hands dropping to the sheets to grip onto. He already wants more, but he's letting Conner take it slow - for both their sakes.

He doesn't intend to leave it entirely up to Conner, not wanting to put too much pressure on him, so after a little while longer he speaks up]

I think I'm ready for another finger... just take it slow?

[He's glad Dick speaks up. Honestly, he'd been starting to wonder and question if it's good enough. Hiding his relief, Conner draws his finger out and twines it with the other one, adding the coating of lotion with the coating already on his skin.]

Just... tell me if anything hurts. Or kick me.

[Either's fine. Both fingers slide between his cheeks and Conner exhales in a mixture of concentration and new pleasure. He finds Dick's rim again and... one atop the other? side by side? a twist? Which way's best?

Side-by-side. And carefully starts to push in.]

[Dick chuckles lightly at that. It makes any nerves he might have had building dissipate, making it much easier to relax. He watches the concentration on Conner's face with a fond smile]

Don't worry I'll let you know, I promise.

[And when Conner's fingers begin to slide into him, it does hurt a little, but not enough for him to want to stop, and it's already starting to ease. He exhales slowly and grins at the other boy]

[Conner feels a bit flustered under Dick's promise and that grin. He can't help an small, awkward grin in return, but it's sincere. He's careful when pushing the two inside, wiggling them at the tips in case that'll help ease them inside.]

You're really tight.

[As much a fact as it is admiration. The way he's gripping him and the feeling of his muscles squeezing at his skin is intense. Conner swallows as he feels Dick stretch around him, wincing slightly in concern from the sensation. Dick's still hard though, so he's feeling good, right?]

Yea... imagine how that's going to feel around your dick...

[He can't help but grin a little wickedly, he feels a little silly saying it, but it's hard to be self-conscious with Conner's fingers inside him. The little wiggle definitely does help ease what little pain there is and take it all the way into pleasure.]

A lot better than my hand.

[Conner predicts that much already. The dirty words stab him right in the brain, getting a pulse from his cock. Fuck, guess that's something new to learn about himself.

He keeps moving, slow and steady until he finally gets his friend's rim snug up against his knuckles. A soft "whoa" breathes out of his lips, captivated by the sensation and sight in front of him.]

You... uh... They're in.

[Oh yea they're definitely in. It takes Dick a moment or two to get used to the sensation, even just two fingers is almost fuller than he's used to and he can't wait to find out how Conner's dick actually feels. He wiggles his hips against Conner's hand, adding to the stimulation himself, before grinning at the other boy]

Okay... you wanna move them? Like you did before... that felt so good...

[Conner's still a little amazed this actually feels good; Dick looks pretty stretched around his fingers and he can feel each clench of his muscles, almost like they're trying to push him out... or pull him in.

But damn, his friend looks like he feels amazing.]

Yeah. Give a second.

[Literally. He pulls out afterwards, slowly pumping his fingers in and out to get used to the feeling. Keeping it measured so he doesn't hurt him.]

Tell me when to speed up.

[That slow pump of his fingers is building his arousal bit by bit and he can feel himself relaxing against the intrusion. He nods in acknowledgement but mostly he's just letting himself float on the sensation for a moment. Eventually, he opens his mouth to speak]

Okay...fa-fuck

[One of Conner's thrusts brings his fingertips brushing against Dick's prostate and send a shock of pleasure through him, his hands dig into the sheets and his dick twitches in response]

[Conner's tempted to twist his hand, but he holds back for now, opting to slowly curl his fingers instead after he feels Dick getting accustomed to the thrusts.

But when Dick's answer breaks into a cuss, Conner tenses a bit in slight concern, not enough to stop, but he does slow down a little. That didn't sound like a painful cuss. Instead of asking, he tries to repeat the motion... then runs his middle finger around inside him, feeling over his walls to see if he might've touched something different.

Hell yes he wants to repeat the reaction.]

[He gets it - his exploration finds that spot again and this time it results in a loud moan, another squeeze of those poor abused sheets and another twitch of his cock. He's rock solid by now and beginning to ooze precum, so there's definitely no pain here]

Th-there, that's it, that's... that's the spot... [He sounds more than a little breathless] Do you...do you want to try... three fingers?

[Listen, he's ripped those sheets before, so this is nothing they haven't dealt with already. But it sure looks good from his end, watching Dick react like that when he rubs that spot inside him. From the twitch of his cock to the pull of his sheets, it's mesmerizing.

And the sound of his voice... wow.]

Okay. I'll go slow.

[Conner pulls the two out, slicks them up with lube, and then slowly starts to push them inside. Starting with the middle one, then his index, and then--this really doesn't hurt?--the third one.]

Dick, you sure?

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