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[not_the_s]

"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.

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[gothambird]

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."

[not_the_s]

"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.

[gothambird]

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."

[not_the_s]

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.