LIRA AN: This is so totally the "down the rabbit hole." Oh poor little Conrad, you can't turn back now that you've gone home with Luce. I seem to love writing Luce molesting people while driving his car. And giving underage Conrad alcohol. And oh look, handjobs. This thing went into porn pretty fast. But uh, that's what we're good for, right?

MISERIA AN: Porn really is what we're good for, but at least it's enjoyable porn :D This was really fun to write and I hope people enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER: Hanna is Not a Boy's Name is still the property of the marvelous Tessa Stone; no infringement is meant and no profit is being made.

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DISABUSING NOTIONS

-by: Lira & Miseria-

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.002. - .A Splash of Drink.

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Conrad leaned back against the bricks, trying to slow his heart rate down enough for his voice to sound believable. His cell was pressed to his ear and he heard a brief ringing before a middle-aged female voice answered.

"M-Miss Moore? Hi, it's C-Conrad. Conrad Achenleck. I-I'm fine, how're you? That's good... So, I was just calling to let you know that I can't make it this afternoon. M-My mom made me a dentist's appointment. Yeah, heh. Alright... Alright, thank you. Bye." Conrad clicked the phone closed and released the breath he was holding in. He hoped he sounded at least partially believable.

Luce walked down to the office at a leisurely stroll, bidding the two secretaries a calm goodbye, signing out in the log book, and peeling the tacky nametag sticker off of his chest. So relieved from his post as guest speaker at the high school, he continued out the front door towards the school gate where he would be able to locate his schoolboy for the afternoon. He was still in sight of all the milling teenagers at that point, so he resisted the urge to reintroduce himself to Conrad's company with that arm slung around him. Barely. "Think we need t'take a little detour," he said, from right beside the boy. "T'th' parkin' lot."

Conrad jumped at Luce's voice next to him, his body a bundle of nerves. He nodded slowly, following behind the older man. He hadn't even factored in that they would be /driving/ to Luce's apartment. He silently prayed that his mother wouldn't be out and about and just happen to see him. While he was at it, he prayed for Luce to be a decent driver. The last thing he wanted was to get car sick or something in front of the man.

Luce led the kid around to the staff parking lot, which was where his professor had given him a little tag to hang on his rear view mirror in one of the spots reserved for substitutes. The car he stopped beside was bright red in color, and while the top was presently firmly in place, the sleek sports car could lose it in a minute if Luce only so chose. He moved around to the driver's side, unlocking for the both of them and sliding into his vehicle. The line about not getting into cars with strangers flashed into his head, and he wondered what Conrad's mother possibly could have been teaching him. "Getting in?" he asked, leaning over to push open the passenger's side and peer out.

Conrad paused a second, his eyes tracing over the car slowly. He wondered for a brief second how Luce had such a car, then reminded himself that he /was/ a med-student, after all. Conrad climbed inside, closing the door and placing his hands in his lap, careful not to touch anything. "D-Do you live really far-uhm..M-Mister Worth?"

Luce waited while Conrad got in the car, perhaps liking too much the final sound of the car door swinging closed behind him. Luce discreetly pressed the lock button on his own door. "Not too far," he conceded. "Aye live over near th' campus." He took for granted that Conrad would understand he meant the college, and without waiting to see if Conrad buckled his seatbelt, he put the key in the ignition and rocketed them back out of the parking space. However short, it would be a very eventful car ride for Conrad, not least because Luce wished to find an excuse to manhandle him at the first traffic light.

Conrad heard the door lock and only had a moment to let the panic creep through him until his head was pushed back into the seat by pure force as Luce pulled out. Conrad reached a nervous hand behind him and grabbed the seatbelt, quickly buckling it and trying to slow down his breathing. He usually sat in the back seat. The front seat made him nervous and his teeth dug into his bottom lip as he tried not to watch the scenery flying by his window. He gazed around the car, trying to find something to focus on. His eyes landed on Luce's profile, and he studied it; taking note of how the older mans forehead curved down into his sharp nose.

Luce was driving for a few minutes, taking the turns perhaps a little too fast and completely not doing it simply because he could tell he had a nervous passenger. He didn't really need to get pulled over by a cop while he was spiriting a teenager away from a high school, though, so after the first two roads he slowed down to normal driving patterns, and before too long he was calmly waiting at the first red light. Then he was calmly looking over at Conrad, whose expression still looked a little flighty. With the air of someone concerned, Luce moved his hand from the gearshift to Conrad's knee, fingers curling around the inside of his leg. "Yeh alright, kid?" he asked.

Conrad's entire body tensed. Luce was touching him again, and /again/ he felt the knot in his stomach jump into his throat. Conrad tried to wipe the look of embarrassment off his face as he nodded. "F-F-Fine." he said, probably a little too loudly, and his face flushed. His eyes moved down to the hand on his knee and he felt his heart speed up slightly.

"Yeh doan' look fine." Luce told him flatly, simply because he knew that was exactly what he wasn't supposed to realize. Oh the poor kid. Out of sympathy, he slid his hand a little higher, knowing that red lights only lasted so long and in a few moments he would have to drive again. At least until they got to the apartment. "Yeh want me ter getcha a drink when we get there?" Inside his head he added "something alcoholic maybe?" and had to deliberately not laugh out loud at the mere idea.

Conrad dropped his hands to his side and clung to the car seat as Luce's hand slid higher. He closed his eyes, silently praying for the light to turn green as he choked out, "Ye-Yes, please."

"Anything else yeh'd like?" Luce asked, leaning over so that he could place his face close to Conrad's. Maybe the kid's eyes were closed, but Luce was close enough that Conrad could easily feel his breath, and his hand was still firmly in place. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the light to make sure he didn't get the car plowed into.

Conrad's eyes flew open and he unconsciously held his breath as he realized how close the older man was. Something in the back of his head told him that now would be a great time to unbuckle his seatbelt and quickly bolt from the vehicle. But another voice, a pathetically small voice, seemed to be reminding Conrad that Luce was older, and cooler and had a cool car and an apartment and the unfortunate teen found his eyes zeroing in on Luce's lips. "I-I..." Conrad's voice was barely a whisper now and it seemed like he was holding himself back from trying to scoot away from the older mans hand.

Luce waited, finding that patience came so much easier when he was invading the personal space of an underage kid while being stared at as if by some poor furry animal trapped in the gaze of a snake. But no request came, not even for him to get his fucking hand off of Conrad's leg, and there was only so much time. "Yeh only have ter ask," he pointed out, before leaning back into his seat and taking back his hand and slamming the car forward again as soon as the light changed a moment later. The rest of the ride would be uneventful by comparison.

Conrad blinked a few times, noticing that he had barely begun to purse his lips. He quickly fake coughed, following Luce's example and leaning back into the passenger seat. The teenager spent the remainder of the ride staring tensely at the floor. His body relaxed a little when they pulled up to what he assumed was Luce's apartment complex.

Luce didn't quite catch that, otherwise he might have chuckled to himself. While he did find the entire situation to have its own sort of hilarity, his professors were incorrect in thinking he'd done anything of the sort before. When he pulled into his reserve spot, he took the keys from the ignition before actually unlocking the doors. Conrad could do so if he liked, but he was in an unfamiliar location and Luce was resting his far arm along the door, the better to re-lock if Conrad tried to bolt. The rest of his body was angled towards the kid. "Guess Aye should show yeh th' way up?" he said, with the implication that something might be missing first.

Conrad nodded, but remained in his seat; his eyes moving between Luce and floor as he laced and unlaced his fingers. Wanting to actually reach out and touch someone was an entirely new concept to Conrad. He usually avoided contact with anyone like the plague, but Luce seemed to have some kind of air about him that made the boy want contact. The teen cautiously brought his hand up, nervously gripping his t-shirt. "Uhm... M-Mister Worth... -Sh-Should I call you Mister Worth or-..." Conrad let his sentence fall away. Maybe if he knew more about the older man, he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.

Luce was plenty cocky enough to assume that the hand on the shirt was an aborted attempt at touching him instead of just a nervous gesture, but he supposed he should really get the fuck out of the car. For one thing, his neighbors might start to become suspicious, and he'd done enough shady shit in the past that he really shouldn't parade things out in front of them. The woman on the floor below his was a total cunt. "M'name's Luce," he told Conrad, before popping the locks on the doors. "But yeh kin call me whatever makes yeh comf'terble." That was a laugh. He was doing his damn best to make Conrad as uncomfortable as possible.

"L-Luce...Luce." Conrad muttered the name a few times, his lips getting used the foreign word. The teenager smiled slightly, climbing out of the car. He followed Luce into the building and up a few stairs until they arrived at what was, Conrad assumed, his apartment. Conrad felt his stomach flip, nervousness and anticipation crawling through his entire body.

Luce easily locked the door behind himself, making sure to wait until /after/ Conrad had gotten out. While it might have been momentarily amusing to watch Conrad realize he was stuck in the sports car before figuring out to let himself free, it wasn't exactly what Luce was going for at the moment. The trip upstairs ended with a key entering the lock, Luce turning the lock after and letting them inside. The decorations were spartan and the walls unpainted, because Luce didn't want to pay the complex just to break his back for a day painting, and sports car aside, med students didn't really have money. There was, at least, an intact couch and a television in the main space, as well as a battered armchair in the corner which Lamont liked to sleep in.

"Make yerself at home," he suggested. He completely wasn't thinking about the way Conrad said his name.

He nodded at Luce, walking forward and sitting slowly down on the couch. The teen placed his hands in his lap and tried desperately to look more relaxed then he felt.

"Aye said Aye would getcha a drink," Luce reminded the kid, moving across the room but stopping just past the couch. "Water alrigh' or would yeh like sumthin' wiv a little more, eh, bite to it?" Luce would keep his word in this instance, see if a little H2O would build him some good cred. Past that all bets were off.

Conrad's heart lept into his throat at the offer of something harder. He had to go home later and there was no guarantee that just one glass wouldn't show up on his breath... but still, for some reason he didn't want to seem childish to Luce. The teen wriggled slightly in his seat before muttering, "I-I'll have that-...the uhm...the one with b-bite..." quietly. He had come this far, he may as well run right over the edge.

Luce hadn't honestly expected Conrad to take the bait. Well well. "Yeh wan' a beer?" he asked, to clarify. "Otherwise we got a lil' vodka, some Captain Morgan's, an' this shit that girl Mont was seein' left here. Think it's strawberry flavored." Luce's money was on the strawberry crap, which tasted like bubblegum but had more alcohol than the beer. He'd be happy to get rid of it.

Conrad hadn't really expected such a wide selection, and he blushed trying to remember everything he learned about alcohol by watching his mom. Beer tasted bad, Vodka made you cough, he didn't even know what a "Captain Morgan's" was, and the strawberry drink-...those were supposed to be good. Conrad ran his hands over his thighs nervously. "Th-The strawberry stuff...is it good?"

Luce immediately gave himself a bonus point for reading kidlets. "Sure, if yeh like strawberries," he offered, refraining from telling Conrad that it was good if you liked shitty girly drinks with fruit in them. He was remembering that it had more alcohol than beer, and that meant more alcohol in Conrad /faster/ than with beer. Plus it probably did taste better to the inexperienced, so Conrad would drink more of it.

Conrad's head perked up and he nodded. He did like strawberries actually, and something that tasted like fruit seemed like it would be a little easier to drink. "I want the strawberry one..." The teen replied, his body relaxing a little.

Luce strutted off into the little kitchenette without bothering to reply, popping open the freezer and fishing around for one of the three remaining bottles of the strawberry beverage. The majority of what was in his freezer was alcohol, in addition to what looked like one frozen steak and some baggies of frozen vegetables that were mostly for if he and Mont beat the fuck out of each other. He then returned to the main space and offered the bottle into Conrad's hand, moving over to lounge beside the teen on the couch. "Yeh wan' me t'pop that fer yeh?"

Conrad nodded, handing it back. He watched Luce twist the top off and hold it out to him. Conrad took the cold bottle and held it up to his lips. He hesitated for a second before tipping it up and letting the sweet drink fall into his mouth. It had a distinct aftertaste, but it wasn't that bad and the teenager found that he could swallow it easily. He took a few more sips finally pulling the bottle away with a smack. He breathed out, his eyes turning to Luce beside him. "Y-You won't get in trouble... because I'm drinking this... will you?"

By the time Conrad was done sampling his beverage, Luce was comfortable beside the teen, his near arm stretched along the back of the couch in the vicinity of Conrad's neck. He was really quite well behaved for himself, but the tempting smack of the bottle being removed from Conrad's mouth was a bit too much to be passed up. Luce leaned in and licked along the edge of Conrad's lip, not a kiss but with his tongue dipping in enough to taste the strawberry from the drink. Upon leaning back just far enough to watch Conrad comfortably – about six inches – he decided to answer. "Aye think tha's th' least uv my problems."

Conrad froze. His eyes locked straight as his mind actually registered what just happened. He closed his mouth, barely resisting the urge to run his tongue over the spot Luce had just licked. His breathing sped up, the alcohol sitting heavy in his stomach and sending fuzzy messages into his brain. He turned, his eyes on Luce as he leaned forward slightly. "I-I've never... uhm... I mean..." Conrad made a nervous whine, giving up on explaining himself as he screwed his eyes shut and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Luce's.

Luce apparently spoke teenager better than he had expected, because he could guess exactly what Conrad was trying to spit out before the boy completely gave up. His motion of defeat was a favorable one in Luce's book, because it ended with Conrad's soft lips pressed against his own. He moved forward with perfect slowness, reminding himself repeatedly that poor little Connie had never been kissed, better not break anything. Luce's lips parted and he moved to tease Conrad's mouth back open, the press of his tongue sure but patiently slow, his free arm bracing against the arm of the couch to hold him in place.

Conrad sighed, his mouth falling open and letting Luce's tongue inside. The teenager squirmed, the hand in his lap tightening on the bottom of his shirt as his other hand shakily held the bottle of alcohol. Conrad pulled back a little, gasping in breaths before recapturing Luce's mouth. The fuzzy feeling inside his head exploded, making his entire body numb. His hand left his shirt and reached upward, latching on to Luce's shoulder for support.

Luce didn't really want a drink spilled on him, so he slipped it out of Conrad's hand while continuing and relocated it to the floor. Once this was done and Conrad's mouth was back on his, the hand on his shoulder, he pulled Conrad around and tipped him into Luce's lap. He expected a bit of squirming and resistance even if Conrad was happy as could be to kiss him back, but skinny as he was Luce was plenty happy to grab onto Conrad if necessary and hold him in place.

Conrad felt himself being hoisted into Luce's lap, and his body jerked backwards instinctively. He struggled a little, his lips pulling back from Luce's temporarily. The teen stared at him briefly, his eyes hazy and half-lidded. "I... Uhm... I don't really know what to do but... if you would... tell me..." Conrad muttered, sliding the rest of the way into Luce's lap and straddling his hips.

Luce's hands were locked behind Conrad's back, so at the anticipated struggle he merely held tight until Conrad calmed himself back down. It was another one of those little surprises, that Conrad would follow up his ill-fated attempt at escape with an invitation for Luce to give him fucking /instructions./ He really couldn't pass that up. "An' jus' wot am I gunna be tellin' yeh?" Luce asked, in his slow drawl that never spoke well for anything. He really just wanted to see if he could get anything foul to descend from Conrad's lips, but if not he would be only too happy to oblige.

Conrad's face flushed as he panted, fidgeting nervously in the older man's lap. "I...I don't know what people like...when they kiss...or...u-uhm.." Conrad lowered his head as embarrassment washed over him. He didn't exactly know a polite way to ask Luce what he liked, so he settled instead for staring back at him sheepishly and hoping that the man knew what he was trying to get across.

Luce could tell Conrad was embarrassed and dispelling that sort of thing was not usually Luce's aim. His solution was to slide his hands from the small of Conrad's back to his sides, long fingers tucking under the hem of his t-shirt and skating up along the bare skin in what might have been meant as a soothing gesture. Or just an opportunity to get his hands on the kid. "Yeh want sumthin', yeh tell me," Luce told him bluntly, although his hands were still moving. "Aye'll do th' same." It was a bit of a lie, because he still knew he could spook the kid and wasn't going to say right then what else his mouth could be good for. But he could fucking get there.

"O-Oh God..." Conrad breathed out as Luce's hands connected with his bare skin, his eyes closed tight. He had wanted to say it all day, starting back with Luce's hand on his wrist. The teenager's hips arched slightly and ran a nervous tongue over his lips. He brought his eyes up to meet Luce's face, opening them up slightly. "C-Can we... kiss again... pl-please..." the boy whispered.

Luce's response would have been an "Oh fuck" if he hadn't bitten it back, Conrad's slight arching also serving to push him down into Luce's lap. This kid would be the fucking end of him, and fuck he would enjoy every minute. His hands traveled farther up Conrad's back in order to press him down, tipping him forward so that Luce could catch him with his mouth. He didn't care if Conrad made contact hard – in fact he was rather hoping for it, and if Conrad happened to bite him in the process all the better. He'd keep going with a split lip and at least one of them would enjoy the taste of it.

Conrad fell forward, his lips connecting pretty hard with Luce's teeth. A moan fell out of his mouth as a quick pain spread through his bottom lip. It sent little volts of excitement through him, and he gently pressed back against Luce's lips with his own teeth. Conrad bit down a little more, experimentally gauging the older mans reactions. The teenager pushed his hips down more, groaning at the sensation of Luce's stomach brushing over him.

Luce didn't want to hurt Conrad quite as much as he wanted to hurt himself, but Conrad didn't really sound all that hurt anyway. In fact, he kind of sounded like he liked it. The result was a light bite from the kid – another one of those little surprises, huh? Conrad quickly bit harder, and Luce grabbed onto his back, only serving to tug their bodies more tightly together. He'd tell Conrad to fucking do that again, but his mouth was busy. He moved his mouth gingerly, pulling his lip from between Conrad's teeth at a torturous – painful – rate that only resulted in a low moan coming from between Luce's lips.

The moan caught in Conrad's ears and made him lean forward and recapture the older man's bottom lip, pulling away slowly and dragging his teeth across it again. His hands came up to run through Luce's hair and he whimpered when the older mans hands grabbed his back and pulled him closer. "L-Luce..." The name tumbled out of the teenagers mouth between more hungry kisses and a few quick bites.

Ohfuck, yes please. If Luce had perhaps liked the way Conrad said his name when they were in the car before, he was deciding it was far better when he had a lapful of bespectacled brunette whose mouth was already meeting his again. He wouldn't mind if Conrad's fingers weren't so gentle with his scalp, didn't mind kisses that were full of teeth when Conrad would catch on to him and bite. His kissing was more passive when he was only offering his mouth up for abuse, but he couldn't help canting his hips up just once into the boy who was still straddling his lap.

"Ohhh..." Conrad moaned as Luce pushed up into him. The teenager pushed back slightly, nervously testing his body's reaction. Conrad continued to wriggle in Luce's lap, one hand tugging absentmindedly on Luce's short hair while the other ran over his neck. "L-Luce...I-I wan-I m-mean.." Conrad closed his eyes, pulling his lips away from the med student's as he tried to form the embarrassing words. "Muh-My shirt...C-Can I take off..." Conrad knew the words had came out backwards and he inwardly groaned and how stupid and fuzzy his head had gone.

Luce's hands and arms had already crept as far up along Conrad's back as they would go, splayed along his shoulder blades so as to encourage Conrad's body to press down every time Luce pressed up. He absently licked along the inside of his lip when Conrad broke away to speak, but still no blood. It took him a second to realize what Conrad was requesting, and another as his mind contrasted Conrad's stuttering eagerness with the college women he'd held truck with recently. Luce was quickly coming to appreciate it. His hands slid free, and he smiled, just a bit self-satisfactorily. "By all means," he suggested.

The teen shakily pulled off his glasses, tossing them gently to the floor. He could still make out the older man's face (barely, mostly because Luce was so close), but everything else around the boy became fuzzy and blurred. Conrad wrapped shaky fingers around the bottom of his shirt and sat for a second, nervously avoiding Luce's eyes. He wasn't tan, or buff or even what he would consider, "mildly appealing", and for a moment he regretted his bold action. But, when his eyes locked onto Luce's face and he saw the man was smiling, he urged himself forward, pulling the garment up and over his head. He tossed it to the side, re-wrapping his arms around himself and shivering slightly as he stared shyly back at Luce.

The running commentary in Luce's head was likening the situation to trying to get a girl he hadn't realize was still a virgin to show him her breasts, when he realized, fuck, if Conrad wasn't a virgin Luce would drink the rest of the girly, fruity drink and ask Mont if Luce could suck his dick or something. His expression stayed stuck in place instead of revealing his inner horror, and then Conrad had taken his shirt off and Luce could get his hands back on the kid, not in any attempt to reassure but because he was groping an underage fucking virgin and if he'd still needed it that thought should have given him a hard-on on principle. He peripherally realized Conrad was cold, and decided to help the matter by licking a slow trail up the side of Conrad's neck, stopping with his earlobe between Luce's teeth.

Conrad's hands uncurled themselves from around his body and latched back onto the older man's shoulders when Luce's warm tongue ran over his neck. The teen twitched, practically coo-ing as Luce's teeth captured his earlobe. He tugged back slowly, groaning and screwing his eyes shut. His hands moved along Luce's shoulders, up into the mans hair and back down again; the boy not really knowing where to lay them.

Luce did like being clung to. Conrad's manner in holding onto him had a different flavor than Luce was used to; so many of the girls he spent time with knew which of their actions were typically regarded as cute and he knew when they were putting on a show. When Conrad pulled away from him with a slowness that felt so deliberate, so that the tiny bit of flesh in his grasp scraped between his teeth before pulling free, Luce almost thought the kid was being genuine. He wrapped his hands tight around Conrad's shoulders and pushed until the hands went back into his hair, blowing out lightly on the trail of his saliva.

"Remember Aye told yeh if Aye wanted summin' Aye'd say?" Luce murmured, in a bit of a drawl. "Ah'm sayin' pull. Hard."

Conrad froze for a second, his hands twisted in the man's blond hair. He had never tried to hurt anyone before. Never intentionally, anyway. He felt a flush of embarrassment wash over him, and somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that Luce wouldn't ask for it unless he actually /liked/ having his hair pulled. Conrad's stomach clenched and he gulped, a shiver of excitement running up his spine. His hands gripped harder and he inhaled deeply, his eyes flickering down to Luce's face as he grit his teeth and tugged.

Luce had relaxed enough to witness what must have been some sort of internal turmoil passing across Conrad's expression, but he was far too used to saying what he needed to get what he wanted. If his simple request was too much for Conrad he'd work things to his liking some other way. But Conrad's face seemed to steel, that being warning enough, and then the tight pain in his scalp as Luce felt his head tilt back slightly in response before his muscles worked to hold him in place and he gave a quiet gasp in reaction. His kneejerk reaction was to give a sarcastic thank-you, as he would to Mont in a fight, but he bit it back.

The small gasp fluttered into Conrad's ears and caused his racing heart to leap up into his throat. What now? Again? The teen tugged again, harder this time, as he leaned down to bite into Luce's bottom lip. That was what seemed to be working so far, and since Conrad was completely new to this, he attacked Luce with the only ammunition he had. He pressed himself more into the man while he bit, his fingernails scratching against Luce's scalp as he dug in for another handful.

There was a passing thought about how the biting really did seem to be something Conrad had come up with on his own, and then Luce didn't really care, because he had a cute kid squirming against him and biting him and seemingly doing his honest best to yank Luce's head back into the sofa cushion. One of his hands remained on Conrad's shoulder, as if it was necessary to maintain Conrad's downward grinding that way, the other gliding downwards until Luce's fingertips were skating under the top of Conrad's pants as far as they would go. Fuck, fuck, and Luce imagined his fantasy life was not going to live to complain about this.

Conrad whined slightly when Luce's hand started moving down; one of his hands leaving Luce's hair to slap over his mouth to try and contain the pitiful noise. He paused, a voice briefly reminding him that he was actually here to draw a portrait and what was he doing? That voice was quickly drowned out by another one screaming OH MY GOD as Luce's hand disappeared into his pants and glided over his ass through his underwear. Conrad's heart sped up and the hand over his mouth tightened, trying desperately to keep him from making more embarrassing noises.

Luce was disappointed by the seal Conrad was attempting to place over his mouth, seeing as he would quite enjoy any and all sounds he might wring from Conrad's lips. His response was to bestow a most calculated grope, under the theory that he'd continue until Conrad broke on the little ban of his noises. Luce's hand edged around Conrad's hip without quite leaving his pants, making a very obvious beeline for something else. Conrad could attempt to get away if he liked, but Luce was certain he would have his way, slipping long fingers deeper down the front of Conrad's pants with gaze now leveled firmly on Conrad's face as if saying he meant business.

"Oh God..O-Ohh...God..." Conrad's hand slacked as he felt Luce's hand grip him harder. The boy inhaled sharply as he felt the hand drift around to the front. He flushed, knowing full-well where those fingers would end up. He felt his stomach tie itself into knots and he groaned as his entire body tensed. His hands fell back onto Luce's shoulders and he pulled the older man against him, trembling and brushing his cheek against the side of Luce's face. His breathing sped up, coming out in pants as he nervously pushed his hips up, trying to gain more contact between himself and that hand.

That was just so much better. But it wasn't like Luce was going to stop. Conrad hadn't even said please or offered any cute begging or anything. Rather, by the time the fingers of that hand were curling around Conrad, the boy was pushing up into his grip in a manner Luce would describe as eager. Easy, so very easy, and with the hand on Conrad's shoulder Luce pushed him forward until he could meet Conrad's mouth with his own, biting him in return before actually kissing him, the hand stroking in tight motions as much as the confines of Conrad's pants would allow. "That a new pet name, Connie?" he asked, mouth only a breath away.

Conrad felt Luce's hand wrap around him as he was ushered forward. He managed one more pitiful whine before Luce's teeth tugged him gently into his mouth. Conrad kissed back desperately, his hands tightening on Luce's shoulders as he felt the man's hand move slightly. When Luce broke the kiss with his question, Conrad felt like pulling away and burying himself in the couch. Luce's hand moving against the front of his jeans pulled him back though, and he tried to compose himself long enough to choke out a response. "N-No...I-I was j-uhhssstt-" Conrad's hips bucked a little and he felt his brain shut-down. His mouth remained open, breathing out small moans.

Luce could tell Conrad was embarrassed again, mostly because that was the fucking point. But he kept him just there, hand moving persistently, until Conrad's ever so delightful stutter fell upon his ears once again. "Jus'?" he pushed, mostly because he could. He slid his hand free, a brief torment, in order to undo the front of Conrad's pants and give himself more leverage. "Would yeh like t'jus' touch summin' else?" he asked, silkily, as his hand slid back into place with measured strokes. "Aye though' we said yeh would tell me, if yeh wanted summin'."

When Luce neatly undid his pants and returned his hand, the brunette almost screamed at the huge difference a little more room made. He managed to hold it in, releasing a kind of embarrassing yelp instead. He briefly wished he could disappear, until Luce's voice pulled him back. Conrad's hazy mind remembered his "promise" to the older man, and he felt the pit in his stomach get deeper. He didn't really know what to ask for. There were plenty of things he wanted: His pants to disappear, Luce's hand to move faster, Luce's lips pretty much everywhere the blond could reach, just to name a few. He tried to calm himself down enough to think.

One of Conrad's hands slid off the man's shoulder and started to move lower. The teen screwed his eyes shut, his inexperience making him flush, and he felt his voice trip over his tongue as he tried to string the words together. "C-Can I...I mean, would it be alright if..I..t-touched you too?" Conrad stumbled over the word "touched", fighting back the urge to say "look at you" instead, fearing he might come off as creepy.

Luce didn't wait well. While Conrad was processing the heavy suggestion, he leaned past Conrad slightly, mouth ending up in the vicinity of the boy's ear. He gave a "hmmn?" and then moved lower, biting into Conrad's neck, but not hard, not nearly as hard as he would have liked were the roles reversed. His hand was still moving, inexorably, which might have explained Conrad's bothersome delay. He almost laughed into Conrad's soft skin when the words came. "Connie," he said, mouth back by Conrad's ear then. "That yeh doan' even have t'ask fer." And if Conrad really needed any more encouragement, Luce would be happy to guide those quivering fingers himself with one hand around Conrad's wrist.

Conrad sat back, forcing himself to stare down between himself and Luce. His eyes widened at the view of Luce's hand snugly pressed into his unzipped pants. The teen ran a trembling hand over the button holding Luce's pants closed, and he paused, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. His heart sped up, and he tried to force himself past the mental barrier he had built up. He looked back up at Luce from under his eyelashes, a sheepish blush painting his cheeks. "I-I can't...C-Can you...do it...?" He whispered, feeling his body tighten in anticipation of Luce's answer.

Luce allowed himself to move back when Conrad did, because he still had his hands on the kid and for the moment that was good enough. When Conrad made his request Luce honestly didn't know what to think. Conrad was a little nervous and flighty, but Luce hadn't noticed anything too out of place. "Yeh wan' a little help?" he asked archly, in a way that made it an overture more than a criticism. It wasn't a conscious decision. Luce slipped his hand from Conrad's shoulder and popped the button, unzipping for good measure and then allowing a deliberate pause, since it was such a fucking big deal to Conrad. And he took Conrad's wrist with a steady grip, bringing him forward and slipping his dick out of his pants in a way that had Conrad making contact, but didn't go so far as Luce pressing Conrad's fingers against himself.

Conrad gasped when Luce released the button and zipper, his heart thumping into his ears. His body tensed a little when the man pulled his wrist forward, and Conrad released a surprised breath when Luce pushed himself out his jeans. Luce's pull stopped just short and Conrad extended his fingers the rest of the way, his fingertips coming in contact with the head. He ran a shaky finger down the slit and Conrad drew his breath in, holding it for a second then releasing it slowly as he leaned forward and wrapped his hand fully around Luce. "Y-You're..." Conrad started, his mind registering Luce's size in comparison with his own. He left off the word 'bigger', feeling a little embarrassed.

In Luce's opinion, it was always different when someone else touched you, and Conrad in particular had such an impossible mixture of eager and shrinking to him that Luce hadn't realized he'd been anticipating just ANYTHING that fucking much. For fuck's sake... But no, no, fuck it didn't matter the kid had a hand on him now and he could break out just a little bit of a leer in response. His hand had slowed down, painful slow tugs but a precious tight grip, waiting for Conrad to spit it out, whatever he'd manage to say. "Fuck, kid," he told Conrad, and he kind of just wanted to lodge his thumb under the head of Conrad's dick and press down until Conrad's hand spasmed and hopefully hurt him in response.

Conrad's eyes jumped up to Luce's face, and he squeezed a little harder. "Y-Yeah..? A-Am I doing it rh-right?" Conrad's mind needed Luce to say more words, or make more noises, anything that seemed like any sort of praise from the older man. The teenager's eyes focused back on Luce's dick in his hand and he slowly started pumping. He tried to mimic the things Luce was just doing to him, but he eventually fell to tugging and squeezing. He felt his hand mold to Luce's shape as he quickly pumped the older man. "B-Bigger...then me...You're bigger..." Conrad panted out,suddenly feeling a little ashamed as his eyebrows arched upwards.

Luce slouched back a bit more, seeing as Conrad seemed to be getting a real kick out of what he was looking at and Luce was rather getting a kick out of being admired. At this rate he was going to have an ego too big to walk through doors and an inability to fuck anything old enough to buy his own drinks. "Connie," he said. "Ah'd spout th' wisdom abou' how it's not abou' that, it's abou' what yeh do wiv it, 'cept right now Ah'm mostly thinkin' abou' what more Aye could be doin' wiv mine an' fuck all if yer gonna like THAT." A momentary pause, and a brief, tight squeeze. "Plus Ah've a taste fer a grip what... Pinches a little." His expression was perfectly steady, that same knowing leer, as if this was perfectly normal.

Conrad gaped back at Luce for a brief moment, his mind trying not to focus too much on just what the blond actually /could/ do. He tried to work out what the older man said, clinging to anything that he thought felt good. Conrad briefly nodded. "P-Pinching.." He leaned in, his fingers gripping tighter around Luce as he squeezed as hard as he could, pulling upwards slightly. He gazed back up at Luce with a puzzled look that read as, "I don't really know if I'm doing this right."

"Figure o' speech," Luce shot back quickly, when Conrad proved that he could attain a painfully tight grasp even if he couldn't really maintain it. "Connie, kid, Aye could feed yeh crap abou' differn' people likin' differen' things, but 'stead Ay'll tell yeh if yeh wan' ter bite, or squeeze, or pull hair, 'ave at it, 'cause I sure as fuck am not gunna tell yeh ter stop. Fuck, kid, yeh could do so much worse. Ah'll fuckin' tell yeh when yeh kin stop, till then yeh keep goin'." And then the hand not on Conrad's dick was in the back of his hair, tilting his face up and pulling it close. "But if yeh need a little encouragin'." Luce bit just one side of Conrad's bottom lip, then caught the rest of his mouth for a hard kiss. "Yeh fuckin' ask fer it."

Unacceptable. Luce was asking him to behave unacceptable. When he was younger and he bit, or pulled hair it earned him a whipping and a trip to some "behavior management specialist" that basically told him he was sick. But here, Luce was telling him that it was perfectly fine to act like that. In fact, the older man /wanted/ Conrad to behave that way. Conrad sighed back from the kiss, and he ducked lower, pressing his lips along Luce's jawline and down to his neck. Conrad closed his eyes and trembled. Luce said it was okay, so it was okay. He could do this, and not worry about the man getting angry. Conrad's mouth opened against Luce's neck and pushed his tongue out, licking a little first before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh and pulling.

Luce didn't know then how hard he had to push, quite how much pressure to exert on Conrad in order to get what he wanted. He found that he was making a note in the back of his head – he'd find out how hard and maintain it, keep the kidlet because he was really quite delicious. And then, finally, the gentle slick press of tongue where Conrad hovered, the bite of the boy's teeth and oh FUCK they dragged backwards and pulled Luce's flesh with them. That was when he gasped, guttural but not quite a full groan, and he wondered if Conrad could draw the imprints on his neck from those teeth and preserve them. His hand around Conrad spasmed and moved quicker, more determinedly, either punishment or reward.

Conrad heard the gasp and his hips bucked as Luce's hand sped up. He released the flesh a few seconds before biting back into it and sucking, his free hand coming up to grip at the back of Luce's head. He grabbed a handful of hair and tugged the older man's head one way while he pulled the skin between his teeth in the other. Something in the back of his mind lit up, an almost independent feeling flooding over him as he continued to "misbehave" for Luce's enjoyment.

His hand on Luce's cock sped up, clumsily jerking upward. He moaned as his chest tightened, his hips rolling and trying to press back into Luce's hand. "L-Luce...Oh God, Luce..." Conrad cooed his name between hard bites as his mouth worked it's way all along the older mans neck in a rhythm; lick first, bite hard, kiss. The hand in Luce's hair fell lazily down to tug on the man's sleeve. "Y-Your shirt..." Conrad whined.

Oh fuck yes, please do continue. If Conrad really wanted Luce to offer a soundtrack of his own, his current endeavor was a damn fine way to make it happen. Each hard bite was what made Luce groan, sort of like Mont punching him in the gut, but with a different hitch on the end as Conrad released and "kissed it better." The motion of his hand remained quick, almost punishing, as if he was set on making Conrad come before Conrad could persist too much longer with his biting routine. He didn't much want to indulge Conrad's little request, but a mental feeling of "fuck it" had him leaving Conrad's dick with one final squeeze, arching back slightly, and taking for granted that when he whipped his shirt off over his head in one motion Conrad's mouth wouldn't still be in the way.

Luce knew some of the scars were visible on his arms, and maybe Conrad had noticed them already, but his bare chest, hairs so light they were almost invisible, bore a lot more interesting leavings, a few spots that looked like cigarette burns and scars with wide ending points, as if something had dug in deep there, or maybe someone had just worried at the scabs until it left an impression.

Conrad half expected Luce to make him wait, or tell him no, or something, so he was surprised when he felt a hard squeeze on his dick and the older mans shirt pulled up between his lips and Luce's neck. Conrad leaned back, and let his eyes roam over Luce's bare chest. His hand briefly paused on Luce's dick and leaned in to slowly kiss at one of the scars on his upper arm. He wasn't really sure if Luce would enjoy it, but he felt the need to feel his lips pressed against Luce's warm skin.

Those wounds were frequently ones that had healed years ago, expanses of skin that should feel things no more poignantly than any other innocent place on Luce's body. But his gaze flicked down as Conrad tipped forward, and he could feel the slow brush of lips, even if it wasn't anything especial. It was somehow absurd, and Luce took a moment before again locating his hand to Conrad's dick. "Aye s'pose that's one've 'em things yeh want ter tell me," he said, perfectly even. "'Cept yeh jus' cain't be bothered t'use words."