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"You didn't answer my question," Kon pointed out. He turned to Dick and pointedly kept his eyes on Dick's face, although he could still almost see Dick's cock. It was like some kind of phantom cock: he couldn't quite see it out of the corner of his eye. It was extremely distracting. "What do you remember about all of this? Clearly something. What did we...?"

He wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to know what they'd done. Maybe he didn't. Maybe it was better off being something he only half-remembered.

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Dick groaned and laid back in the bed, his arm across his eyes.

"I ..." he sighed, his scarred, cut-muscle torso rising and falling as he did. He tried as hard as he could to remember anything and what his brain came up with was disturbing.

"We were daring each other to do things."

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"The body shot," Kon remembered. He could almost feel Dick from where he was. It was a little distracting and more than a little hot and he refused to admit that the latter reason was why he wasn't moving yet. "You were the one who got me to take off my shirt in the first place." Not that he'd been incredibly hard to convince.

"We...didn't, did we?" What was he even saying, of course they had. He just wanted to hear Dick say it.

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Dick swallowed hard, looking over at Kon where he sat. He hurt everywhere and it was the best sort of hurt he'd ever had, his ass, his groin, even his mouth ached pleasantly.

With a soft laugh, Dick rolled over to let Kon see the red but shallow lines down his back where someone strong as hell had gripped on to Dick's body and dragged his nails down to his ass.

"Oh, yeah. We definitely did it."

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Kon took a deep breath. He found himself moving over to touch the lines on Dick's back softly. He'd done that. He'd created those marks. It was almost - no, definitely more than almost - a shame that he didn't have any marks in return. Couldn't have any. Although he'd been able to get drunk somehow. Could he somehow have marks of his own? Wouldn't he feel them?

Well, first he'd had to stop touching Dick and that was going to take a little effort.

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The moment Kon touched his skin, Dick felt like he forgot how to breathe, and all the blood in his body started to rush towards his groin, leaving him dizzy and naked, face down in the sheets. He closed one hand in the bedding with a hard swallow.

"Conner ..." it was supposed to sound like a warning, not a plea for more, damn it, and yet, Dick's long, supple back arched under those strong fingers, shivering.

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A part of Kon was fascinated by what he was seeing. He was so used to Dick being the strong one that it was more than a little bizarre to see him like this. He should have listened to the warning, but he didn't want to. Instead, his lips curled up and he let out a soft chuckle.

"Dick." It was almost a taunt and his fingers kept moving, tracing the lines that he had apparently made and wondering whether he dared make more.

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Goosebumps broke out along the even skin beside the marks that Kon was tracing with his warm fingers and Dick squeezed his fist even harder in the sheets, having to fight hard to resist the urge to buck his hips and rub himself against the mattress right then and there.

"Conner," Dick moved away, trying to wind sheets around himself, but Conner had them all of course, so he stayed mostly on his stomach, bare, but hiding his now uncomfortable erection.

"This is a bad idea for so many reasons."

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"What is a bad idea?"

He wasn't naive, though, and he was pretty sure that Dick was fighting with himself. The question was whether he wanted to help with that fight and which side he wanted to help. He shouldn't want to help the side that was for doing whatever it was they were doing. He shouldn't, but he totally was.

"I...had a question. We know I got drunk. Did you...do I have...marks? If I could get drunk, what else could happen?"

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Dick looked up, a few strands of dark brown hair in his eyes as he looked Conner over.

"No. You don't. You can't have any ma-" Dick paused, and leaned in closer, sitting up, looking at Conner's neck.

"Oh shit," Dick's eyebrows rose and he reached over, to finger the pale, pink marks on Conner's skin, "teeth marks."

My mouth on his throat ... Dick brushed a thumb over the arch of imprints and looked down, seeing the same faint marks on Conner's shoulder. A memory of how his skin tasted flashed back through Dick's mind and he licked his lips before he could stop himself.

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Kon's heart was pounding and his eyes fell shut when he felt Dick's thumb on hia neck. Part of his problem was that he just didn't feel things the way most people did. When he was younger, his invulnerability had been because of the TTK field he was able to create, but as he grew older, it was because of his Kryptonian heritage. That meant that while he could feel, he didn't feel as much. He didn't feel discomfort.

Or hadn't been able to.

He arched his neck a little and wished that he could remember the feel of Dick's mouth on his skin.

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Dick stroked his thumb over the mark, losing himself in the contemplation of it before he did it again, but with his nail this time, making the half circles redder.

"You're still able to be marked."

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Kon gasped. "Dick." His wasn't a warning at all. His was just straight plea. He wasn't used to the feeling - pain - and he shouldn't have wanted to find out about it. He should have been shying away from hurting of any sort, but instead he simply wanted more.

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Dick's eyes went dark at the gasp, realizing what Conner wanted. Experimenting, Dick let his hand slide down to Kon's shoulder and then his arm, digging his short nails into Conner's skin as he raked them down to his elbow, watching the red lines rise in their wake.

"Like that? You can feel that?"

Dick felt like something inevitable had been set in motion, and leaned close enough to let the tip of his nose brush against Kon's throat.

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"Yes." The word was more of a moaned sigh than anything. He wasn't sure how or why and he wasn't sure he cared. The fact was that he could feel Dick's nails. It was like Dick had started Kon's skin on fire and all Kon could think about was that he wanted more and damn the consequences.

"Again." Dick's nose was teasing and sending soft shudders down Kon's spine, so he tilted his neck back: an invitation to do more.

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Dick's tongue was the first touch against Conner's throat, soft and hot and wet, a long swipe over his pulse before his lips lingered and he just breathed, as though contemplating a very, very high jump for a split second.

"Conner ..." His teeth dug in to Conner's newly soft skin hungrily, hard enough to leave more than a little pink mark the next day.

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Kon's whimper was soft and high, an unexpected sound. He decided that he needed to know what had done this if only so he could use it again. Sex was fine normally, but like this? He could feel it in every nerve. He wrapped a hand in Dick's hair and twisted tightly. "Don't stop."

Whatever he did, he didn't want Dick to stop what he was doing.

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Dick was pretty sure he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to. A shudder passed through his long, lean body as he moved even closer, swinging one leg over to straddle Conner's thighs. He groaned loudly, biting down harder when he felt how hard Kon was through the sheets he'd wrapped around himself.

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They shouldn't be doing this. Kon knew they shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't help arching against Dick's mouth. "Tim's going to kill us," he muttered and cursed himself for saying anything at all. It'd only make Dick stop or...or something.

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Conner's skin tasted like sunlight under Dick's teeth, under his tongue and that was just his neck.

"Always wanted to ..." Dick brushed his lips down to the spot just over Conner's pulse, "die happy." Dick clasped one hand at the back of Conner's neck, holding it as hard as he could, short nails digging into one side, just under Kon's hair.

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On second thought, no. No, they should definitely not stop this. Not when he could feel each and every single one of Dick's nails and, more than that, they stung. They hurt in a light, teasing kind of way and not in the 'I'm about to die' way. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

"No dying on my watch," he promised. No, he had other plans for Dick.