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[Dick groans at the drag of Conner's tongue as he draws it out of him, stilling with the anticipation of what's coming next. He breathes out a satisfied sigh when he feels the press of Conner's finger - he knows the kryptonian is going to drive him just as crazy with his fingers as he did with his tongue, but at least he's starting slow. He's already close to begging for his cock and he knows it's only going to get worse before he gets it - worse in the best way]

Just..don't stop.

[Conner stays where he is, arms draped over his friend's thighs, mouth still close to his ass as he slowly works his finger in and out of him. His eyes linger intently on the way Dick's hole clenches around his digit, the dip inward and stretch outward when he moves it.]

Why would I?

[And deliberately stops. Just so he can be a brat... while consciously rubbing his fingertip against Dick's prostate.]

Because you're a t-

[Tease, is the word he's looking for, but it trails off into a moan at the press of Conner's finger against his prostrate. He pushes back against him, as much as he can with Conner holding him in place, almost fucking himself on his finger to get more stimulation]

[Conner can't stop a grin, which Dick can probably feel pressing against one cheek. He lets him rock his hips back against his finger, hand easing up on the press so he can move. But soon enough, Conner starts thrusting again and eventually nudges a second finger against the first and pushes in.]

[It's a little tighter when he can feel Conner pushing in a second finger, but he's turned on enough that it's not even close to painful, just a pleasant stretch that has him moaning again. He doesn't know how much longer it's going to be before he decides to hell with prep he needs to get fucked, but he's trying to be good]

[Conner begins to curl his fingers inside him once he reaches his knuckles, stretching Dick around him. He keeps them there, stroking along his friend's walls and rubbing at his prostate, before finally drawing back and starting to thrust again. Dick's unfairly tight, even more so when he scissors his fingers.]

Three?

[It's not long at all before the push and pull of Conner's fingers has him a moaning, writhing mess yet again, pushing back against him with every thrust and incoherent exclamations of pleasure escaping his lips whenever Conner brushed his prostate. He nods at the question]

Y-yes. God yes. Please.

[Conner pushes his hands back down, using the one on Dick's ass and the one inside to lightly, but firmly drive his friend's his back down onto the bed and grind his cock against the sheets. They must be pretty slick by now...

He pulls back at the answer, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable before using a mixture of spit and lube on his fingers to slick the third one up. His middle finger nudges the tip in first, then his ring and index. But instead of pushing, he takes Dick's hips in one hand and pulls his friend's waist up, dragging him back onto his fingers.]

Fuck. You look real good like this.

[Being shoved back down onto the bed earns another pleasurable moan, and though he's disappointed when Conner removes his fingers it does give him a moment to recover from the onslaught of sensation - though he's pretty much a panting mess and his sheets definitely need changed already. He's pretty sure they're going to get worse, though, and he can deal with the laundry later.

He bites his lip as Conner begins to press the three fingers inside him, a moan bubbling up once again - a moan which turns into a surprised, but delighted, yelp as he's dragged backwards onto those fingers instead. The way Conner can manoeuvre him like that, one handed, is just perfect. He looks over his shoulder at the compliment, breathless and grinning]

Feel pretty good like this.

[God dammit, Dick's doing the over-the-shoulder look again and Conner's face glows hot red from pure arousal and a bit of huge crush finally getting somewhere. He eases Dick further back onto his fingers, not stopping until he's got him snug up against his knuckles, all three fingers buried inside him and stretching him out well enough Conner can feel the circle of muscle pulling.]

I can tell.

[Conner pushes forward, "forcing" his friend back off his fingers to the tips, then repeats the drag backwards. He takes control like that, rocking Dick below him, almost like someone pumping a shotgun. Back and forth, fucking him steadily on his digits and making sure to get him flat on the bed each time to grind his dick into the mess. Hey, he picked up Dick liked getting manhandled. From the looks and feel of things, Conner's hitting that kink in spades.]

[Dick drops his head forward again with a groan as Conner starts pulling him on and off his fingers, the thrust of the fingers inside him and the firm grip on his hips, the press of his cock against the sheets and the way Conner's strong enough to move him, all of it comes together into an amazing mix of sensations that is hitting all his buttons. He's really, really not going to last much longer - without Conner even touching his dick - but there's no way he's going to come without Conner's cock inside him]

Oh my god... Conner I need you to fuck me... please, I'm so ready.

[Conner's tempted... he's so tempted to get Dick to finish like this. Plenty of reasons he should. Seeing his body wracked with that much pleasure, the way his hips are moving almost on their own and his back's arching with his muscles getting tense and flexing and fuck... He looks like sex. Sex ready to explode all over the bed.

Sex that just begged Conner to fuck him.]

Dammit.

[He sounds so conflicted, but resigned at the same time. A frustrated huff is the last protest Conner makes before he pulls his fingers out, other hand keeping his hips hiked off the bed. The Kryptonian teen swiftly climbs onto his knees, messy hand grabbing the lube bottle and dragging a haphazard line over his own dick. He barely gives it two strokes before Conner abruptly leans over his friend and grabs Dick by the wrists to pin his arms to the bed.

He presses his chest to Dick's back, mouth finding the corner of the other man's, and lines himself up against his ass. The tip catches Dick's rim and Conner pushes inside.]

Fuck!

[And drives his hips--both of theirs--right down onto the bed as he sinks in to the base.]

[Does Dick have a smug smile at the fact he's managed to be so tempting Conner just has to do what he wants? Yes, yes he does, and he's absolutely shameless about it. He bites back a whine at the loss of Conner's fingers, but he can't be too unhappy about it when he knows what's coming next.

What he doesn't expect is for Conner to lean over and pin his wrists down. To press against him so close he's almost flat against Dick's back. Dick twists his head a little more so their mouths can meet better, but he's not quite kissing him, more breathing against his lips in ragged, panting breathes as he waits.

The first push of Conner's cock inside him is everything he wants - until he slams in the rest of the way and holy shit that was everything he wanted. He's pressed down onto the bed by the solid warmth of the other man and the overwhelming pleasure of it nearly has him coming right there and then, a desperate yell of delight erupting from his throat.]

[Conner slams his eyes shut; he can't keep them open. Dick's yell bursts against his mouth, mingling with the Kryptonian's loud curse as he sheathes himself inside his friend. Fingers tighten around Dick's wrists, holding onto him for his own sake as well as keeping him pinned down. The faint sheen of sweat between their torsos stick the two heroes together as Conner settles atop him, voice dying down into heavy pants as he basks in the sensation of Dick's ass clenching around him.

He barely tries to kiss him, only open-mouthed brushes of his lips against his friend's. So many fantasies and secret desires suddenly getting fulfilled in one hard rush. It's hard to think straight right now. (There's nothing straight on this bed anyhow.)]

I can... feel your heart.

[Pounding everywhere. Beating through Dick's back into his chest, thrumming in the veins on the underside of his wrist, and pulsing in every throb of his ass around his dick. Conner finally pushes into a kiss, not bothering to close his mouth or make it anything less than hot and messy. He'll move in a bit. Right now, he just wants to lie here and feel him.]

[Dick's glad of the stillness, if he's honest, it gives him a chance to get used to the feeling of fullness, to calm his raging arousal enough to stave off coming for just a little bit longer, and to just enjoy the feeling of Conner holding him down, of Conner inside him, of the messy press of lips.

He chuckles lightly at the comment, smiling softly]

Yea? I'm not surprised.. I should think you can feel every part of me, inside and out...

[He returns the kiss with enthusiasm, though it's just as open and messy on his end]

[He likes it too. Letting him take in all the little details of being with Dick like this. Connected. His hands slowly release his friend's wrists and instead slide down to the back of his hands so he can interlace their fingers together, folding them down to his palms and gripping once more.

The kiss breaks again, if that kind of connection could be called a kiss, and Conner smirks against his lips.] Feels like I can. [He slowly rolls his hips, grinding his dick inside the other hero's ass, enjoying the tightness and heat of his body.] You're close... Want me to make you come now?

[It's nice, the way Conner links their hands together, it makes everything feel a little sweeter even in the midst of the raw passion of it all, reminds him that he's with one of his best friends right now, that their connection is deeper than just flesh... though the flesh is very, very nice. The roll of Conner's hips earns a moan and yea, he's ready to get going again]

Oh god yes... fuck me, Conner. Hard. Make me come.

[Okay... so maybe there's more to this than rejection rebound and sexual crushes. Conner isn't dragged out of that passion by the momentary tenderness though. He breathes out against his friend's mouth and runs his tongue teasingly along his lower lip.]

Don't give me orders.

[The words come out in a purr, completely opposite what they actually say. Dick can order him all he likes. Especially in this. The Kryptonian's muscles harden up and flex as he pulls his hips back, digging his knees into the bed on either side of Dick's. His cock drags out to the tip, peeling the other man's rim all the way down his length, and Conner sinks right back in.

He sets a hard pace, bouncing Dick against the bed and forcing him to move as much as he pins him down. Hooking his chin over his shoulder, Conner's able to keep the occasional kisses going, and still be there for all those heated noises and words. He hooks one ankle under Dick's and pulls his lower leg up into the air, just because he wants to touch him everywhere he can right now.]

Please?

[He amends with a sly grin, eyes twinkling with mischievous delight. That purr sent a shiver through him and he loved it.

Then Conner begins to move in earnest and oh god it's almost too much, Dick's pushing his ass back against his cock but with Conner pressed so tightly to him almost all his movements are controlled by the kryptonian and it feels amazing. He returns every kiss with messy enthusiasm as his moans and gasped cries of pleasure pick up both pace and volume. It's really not going to take him very long at this rate and he absolutely doesn't care because this is exquisite]

[He can't respond even if he wants to. The rhythm of their coupling and the sheer pleasure of it turn any words Conner's got into heavy pants and groans, Dick's name occasionally jumping form his lips.

He lets up every now and then, giving Dick a chance to lift his hips and grind back on his cock, before thrusting back inside and driving him down into the bed again. Conner squeezes Dick's hands before a jolt of pleasure has him hauling one up into the air on pure reaction, the other getting shoved into the sheets so they can fist it together.

Each messy kiss, each gasp and moan, every slap of their bodies together, it's indescribable. He nuzzles against Dick's cheek, captures his mouth in another kiss, drops his head on the pillow, anything he feels like in that instance. It's all overwhelming, to the point he never wants it to stop.]

[Dick's completely incoherent now, especially when a slight shift of angle starts bringing Conner's dick slamming against his prostate over and over again. That's it, that's all he needs, his moans reach a crescendo and he comes messily across his sheets, crying out Conner's name]

[It feels like the only word he can form on his tongue is Dick's name. The rest is just... sex noises. He angles his hips again, back muscles and rear muscles flexing as he curves his spine and drives himself all the way to the base inside him. His cock twitches and throbs inside the tight grip of Dick's ass, pulling at his clenching tunnel and rubbing against his prostate with each thrust.

One last thrust and Conner slams his eyes shut as he feels his friend seize up all around him. He's not sure if it's Dick's spasming body or the sound of his name like that, but it's enough. Conner shouts Dick's name in a heated voice, seizing onto his shoulders and shoving them both flat down on the bed as he comes hard, spilling hot and messy and heavy inside him.]

[There's something unutterably sexy about being held down while Conner comes, he sinks into the sheets feeling boneless and satisfied and just enjoys the feeling of Conner filling him up with his come, another satisfied moan escaping him as he's still coming down from that orgasm high himself. That's got to be some of the best sex he's ever had - and while he's not exactly as much of a slut as some people think, that's still a pretty long list to compare it to]

Fuck... that was... fuck.

[Yep that's about as eloquent as he can manage right now]

[He's almost worried he won't be able to stop; Dick's dragging it out of him one pulse after another. But finally Conner dies down and sink on top of Dick as boneless as the other man. Fingers relax from that almost-crushing grip he had on his friend's hands, legs falling against the bed with a few bounces. He honestly can't remember the last time he felt as good as he had just now... and even if he's lived a lot shorter than others on the team, Conner's gotten around enough to be experienced.

But damn... He manages a soft laugh at Dick's articulate comments. Yeah, about what he could put together if he wants to embarrass himself. He doesn't, just grins tiredly and rests as he is.]

[Dick's happy to just lay there, Conner still inside him and laying on top of him like a satisfyingly heavy blanket, letting himself come down slowly. Soon the sticky sheets beneath him will be cool and unpleasant, soon they'll have to get up and strip the bed and make breakfast. But soon is not now.]

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