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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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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.