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[justlikeacircus]

[Dick's hardly going to complain about the lazy kisses getting a little less lazy, and his lips part easily, his arms wrapping around Conner a little firmer to pull him in closer as Dick presses up against him.

He's more than happy to let things get a little more heated]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner's eyes close as he presses into the kiss, lips moving with Dick's as he slides his tongue into the other man's mouth. Warm, wet, unintentionally bringing back some memories of times in the past...

That are quickly brushed away as Dick pulls him close. Feels like he squeezed his brain and made himself the only thing Conner could think about. Which he is not complaining about at all.]

[justlikeacircus]

[Dick playfully bats at Conner's tongue with his own, the fingers tangled in his hair gripping a little tighter as he hooks one of his legs around Conner's, like he's trying to make sure every part of him is close to some part of Dick - which he sort of is. ]

[kontykebomb]

[The leg thrown over his own finally encourages the Kryptonian to haul himself over Dick's body and flop down atop him properly. Chest to chest, arm hooked around his shoulder, legs tangling. Sheets now somewhere around their knees. He parts the kiss just enough there's some cool air between them as their tongues slide against each other between their lips.]

Now I'm thinking I should've ditched the boxers...

[Yep, this is heated now.]

[justlikeacircus]

[There's something unbelievably pleasant about the solid weight of Conner on top of him, not so much it's uncomfortable but more than enough to feel good. The comment makes him chuckle]

I don't imagine they'll get in the way for long...

[If that's where this is headed he can more than live with it]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner hums right against Dick's mouth before he slides his hands down the other man's shoulders. Over his upper arms, cresting his elbows, along his forearms, and finally takes hold of his hands. So he can reach both their arms up and stretch them over Dick's head. Before pressing them down onto the bed as he leans into another kiss.

Did he really think he could kiss and touch and talk like that and not have this headed that direction?]

[justlikeacircus]

[For a second, Dick isn't sure what Conner's aiming for when he takes his hands, until they're drawn above his head and held down and oh.

He kisses back with renewed passion, trying to let him know without words just how much he likes the way Conner thinks. He probably shouldn't enjoy being pinned down as much as he does, but oh, he does]

[kontykebomb]

[It lets him stretch out on Dick completely, chest pressing to his chest, hips slotting against each other, legs freer to twine and nudge. And Dick's bed is big enough to move like this, so why not enjoy it?

Conner presses into the kiss, tilting his head to deepen it as he accepts that wordless praise. He had a feeling Dick would like that kind of thing. Glad to know it's a correct hunch.]

[justlikeacircus]

[Dick's a brat, ultimately, he likes to push until he can find somebody who pushes back. This is the kind of pushback he enjoys. A lot.

As well as kissing back hungrily, he's pressing his body up against Conner as much as possible, and he rolls his hips in search of some much-desired friction]

[kontykebomb]

[It's not like Conner doesn't have a good number more pounds on Dick either way, despite his friend being a few years older than him now. He'd seen him grow up, from a teenage boy to the young adult man beneath him. And Conner still looks exactly the same.

But at least it gives some nice texture and feeling as they move together. The roll of hips earns a grind back in return, though Conner relaxes enough Dick can feel his motions moving the Kryptonian's body above him. No one wants an unmoving brick of muscle as their bed partner.]

[justlikeacircus]

[A faint moan escapes his lips as Conner grinds down against him, the sound muffled between them. He writhes a little, his wrists pulling against Conner's hold - though not so much he pulls himself free, and he hopes it's clear he doesn't want to.

They're close enough that he's pretty sure Conner can feel that he's starting to get hard already]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner bites down on Dick's lower lip, just enough to keep his mouth half-covered, but not enough to completely smother the sounds he's making. He tightens his grip on his hands, letting the other hero push his arms a few times... before putting his limbs right back down on the bed.

It's an almost heady feeling when he realizes Dick's getting hard against his hips. Just, between their respective dates and relationships, Conner never thought he'd be the one Dick was sporting over. Definitely isn't disagreeing with it.]

I'm flattered.

[justlikeacircus]

Flattered, sure, but you shouldn't be surprised.

[He grins up at Conner, his expression open and honest. Conner's an attractive guy, but that's only part of it, he seems to know exactly what Dick wants and that's intoxicating. Pile on the fact that Conner's one of his oldest friends, and that he's so clearly reciprocating Dick's advances, it all adds up to a no-brainer as far as Dick was concerned]

[kontykebomb]

I'm not.

[Surprised, that is. Conner twitches his head back so he can enjoy Dick's grin from a better vantage point. Hips grind down and hold there, deliberately feeling his friend's arousal grow and stiffen against him.]

You shouldn't either.

[Since Dick's not the only one this tryst in the sheets has got inflamed. Conner reaches over to run one of their conjoined hands through Dick's hair, a cocky grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.]

[justlikeacircus]

[Another moan, of course, meets that press of hips, and his own arch up to meet them almost reflexively.

His smile at the comment becomes pleased, similarly flattered - though he is a little surprised, despite the words, because he really wouldn't have thought Conner ever thought of him that way. It's very, very clear he was wrong, of course, and he couldn't be happier about it]

God I love that smile...

[kontykebomb]

[Conner couldn't say when he finally accepted those secret feelings? When friendship and respect ended up breeding attraction. But it happened. And it's coming out in full now that there's a chance to actually indulge in it. The fact Dick apparently feels the same is probably the biggest spark to the coals.

A breathy little "heh" drifts out of Conner's mouth, touched and a little shy at the compliment. He doesn't smile as much compared to many of his teammates, so it's pleasant hearing his smile looks good.]

Yours is better. But thanks.

[justlikeacircus]

[What Dick wants to say is that Conner's smile is better because it's so rare, that earning one feels like a treasure, but he doesn't know if it'll make the other man self conscious so instead he just shakes his head in amusement and leans up to try and capture his lips again.]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner meets Dick halfway into the kiss, eyes closing as he hooks one of his arms (and Dick's) behind the other man's head. His other arm's content to lazily drag them both along the sheets, fingers lacing between Dick's own and stroking over his knuckles. He breaks the kiss long enough for a breath, then dives back in for another one, adding his tongue once again.]

[justlikeacircus]

[There's something so nice about this, the way the easy slowness of the morning hasn't quite disappeared but the fire is still there, building steadily.

He's happy to surrender to every kiss, returning them with equal fervour]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner slowly draws back again, taking his time to feel their lips part and his tongue slide out of Dick's mouth. And then flops down atop him, head resting beside his friend's to just take a breather.

Feels nice to simply lie atop him, basking in the warmth and the lazy morning. He gives a small tug and pulls Dick's arms down, squeezing once before loosening his grip and giving his friend control of his arms back.]

[justlikeacircus]

[Dick huffs a quiet laugh, and once his arms are returned to him he winds them around Conner's waist, holding him close and taking the opportunity of their position to twist his head and kiss him lightly on the cheek]

Don't tell me I've tired you out already... it was just getting good.

[He's teasing, though, and nothing about his body language suggests he actually wants to move. He keeps one hand spread across Conner's lower back while the other trails gentle fingers up and down his spine.]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner hums at the kiss, face half-blocked by the pillow he's lying his head on. Feels nice, soft and warm, and Dick's scent is wrapping around him from it. The arms around his waist earn a slight buck from his hips, grinding slightly.]

Completely exhausted. I've only got 15 minutes of kissing in me before I need sleep.

[The sarcastic retort comes out through a lazy smirk, though his smug expression waxes off into a half-lidded exhale of pleasure as Dick runs his hand over his spine. The Kryptonian's back tightens for a few seconds, then relaxes as he sink atop his friend.]

That's nice...

[justlikeacircus]

[Dick chuckles at the joke, his hand keeping up the gentle strokes as soon as Conner confirms he's enjoying it]

Completely exhausted, huh? You sure that's true for all of you?

[Another pointed roll of his hips]

Maybe there's something we can do besides kissing...

[kontykebomb]

[Conner turns his head and tilts it down on the pillow face first so he can more comfortably arch his neck and spine for Dick's hand to wander.

The question gets a small grunt of a laugh, tapering off into a groan thanks to that deliberate hip roll.]

Apparently not. [None of him is remotely tired. The suggestion earns a light hum of interest.] You're really going to "maybe" that option?

[justlikeacircus]

[Dick draws his hand all the way up to scratch through the hair at the nape of Conner's neck before working down his back again, nails dragging lightly this time]

Well I was hoping for a definitely but I didn't want to assume.

[He doesn't want to push this too far too quickly, however eager he is for it]