“. . . That's cute but I didn't mean it like that, Conner. You'll. figure it out soon enough. But trust me, there's only a few things Jason wouldn't want anyone to do.”
ass to take a trip up to his neck where he finds another place to hold. It's light for now, but still firm.
“You want this cock. Got it.”
Clever response.
Got him. A mischievous grin lingers on his expression, eyes squinting in detail both from his reaction and the sight he beholds. Jason's a fine man. Sometimes he wonders how he managed to snag someone like that.
Excitement boils in his blood. One of his hands leave his friend's
“Fuck you, dude!” he pushes Roy away and removes the tore shorts. “I liked those.”
He steps closer again, pressing his body against his friend's. Hands are placed on his ass and the friction between their bodies is enough to get Jason ≫
that one. Which then reminds me, you still owe me cash for the 'take out'. Money's tight, still not as tight as.. you know.” Eyebrows raising. Only they know what he meant.
“. . . On my next visit, I would need to clean some of your files. That one's embarrassing.” His tone is low, obviously trying to hide that information from any possible person eavesdropping. Unless they're Kryptonian or something. He's probably doomed.
“But admit it, you liked
“You mean the straps and the bowtie? . . You don't have a photo of me in that, right?”
Okay, maybe he regrets talking about Jason a little bit now. He's got something on him. Clever little devil.
Jason's carried getting away and he can feel it so when it came that the other is removing his shorts he allows him to take them off, helping him before it was tossed aside. But Roy? Once that's dealt with, he reach for the back of Jason's shorts, grip tearing a hole on his ass.
his touch is so familiar and comforting that a moan escapes the outlaw’s lips. proving to be more impatient than roy, he goes all the down to remove the archer's clothes and tosses them away, resuming the sloppy kiss right after.