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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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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.