LIRA AN: Back in the land of smut. I originally figured that Luce would turn /him/ giving a blowjob into some kind of big deal – like a one-time offer, and if Conrad ever wanted it to happen again, he'd really have to work for it. And then it happens really soon, but only because of the potential to freak Conrad the fuck out, and then humiliate the crap out of him. Because Luce is an asshole.

MISERIA AN: Oh Conrad, I honestly can't decide if I like writing him /giving/ blowjobs or /receiving/ them. Either way he is adorable and so much fun .w.

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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.010. - .A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing.

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"Then wot is it, Connie?" Luce asked, as if he simply didn't understand. "Shouldda maybe thought abou' tha' part afore biting through my lip, hmmn? Thanks fer that though, kiddo." He was, unsurprisingly, undeterred by Conrad clawing into his wrist somewhat. He'd shifted backwards a bit, leaning down so that his head was on rather a lower level than Conrad's. "Long as tha's everything," he said, challenging Conrad to realize, to stop him, to disagree. Leaning in the rest of the way, he swiped his tongue over just the head of Conrad's dick. Giving head was really only something Luce got into when he was getting something out of it... But Conrad's potential utter shock and embarrassment was /definitely/ something.

"Luce," the teenager barked out, his eyes screwing shut as if frightened, he shivered at the contact between the man's tongue and his dick, his hands coming up to grip Luce's hair in a subconscious effort to try and pull the man off. "S-Stop, please, why are you... Why would you..." Conrad's voice came up slightly higher than normal, a notable hint of anxiety in his tone. Luce struck the teen as the last person in the world to do this, especially to /him./

Luce actually quite approved of a little hair-pulling during this process, and therefore didn't even bother processing it as some kind of refusal. He hadn't done anything else yet, and had plenty of time to hear Conrad's voiced objection. "If yer sure, kiddo," he murmured without moving, so that his breath would pass over the trail of saliva he'd left. "Offer's got an expiration date, though." His thumb was sliding slightly along the underside of Conrad's shaft. "But if yeh ain't comf'terble, well, Aye understand." Luce wondered a little if Conrad would realize just then that he was /still smirking,/ and decided to cover that with another long, far-too-careful lick.

"Angh!" Conrad jumped slightly at the breath on his dick, his eyes squinting open and meeting Luce's. On the one hand, this could be his only chance to feel the man's mouth against him, from the way Luce was talking. On the other though, the idea of Luce doing this, struck Conrad as embarrassing to him, for whatever reason. In the end, however, the added lick basically decided for him, as it prompted him to breathe out, "Hngh, do it, please, just do it."

Luce rolled his eyes slightly, not on purpose, having already concluded that Conrad would allow it – like there was never any other possibility. But past that his attention was more firmly on this self-assigned task, glancing down at the work. His lip was still bleeding, sluggishly, and really it was the fact that this would start to /hurt/ that made it appealing enough to try. It meant no more light teasing, but instead Luce lowering his mouth. The action was still gentle, the suction he applied not as forceful as he himself might prefer. He couldn't pay all of his attention to taking in more, tongue moving more persistently, a half-thought to the fact that there was no hand simply shoving him into it harder, fuck, because if he couldn't hear what piteous reaction Conrad might offer, well, this wouldn't be worth it at all.

Conrad yanked Luce's hair again, no longer in an attempt to pry the man off, but more in an effort to keep his hips in place as the older man's mouth descended on him. His face tightened, his teeth biting at his bottom lip and his body jumping a little with each move of Luce's tongue.

"L-Luce...That-You.." Conrad's words came out as breaths, the teen making a desperate attempt to let Luce know how good it felt. He wondered, when his brain could collect itself long enough, how Luce had managed to stay so calm when Conrad was doing this to him. He assumed it was because he wasn't nearly this good, and made a silent plan to take mental notes on what Luce was doing in the hopes of applying the man's "technique" when it was his turn to do this again. The idea got swept away by the suction of Luce's mouth though, Conrad's head going fuzzy as his hands briefly relaxed and his eyes opened lazily. He glanced down, half-lidded, and felt his stomach clench at the sight of Luce with /his/ dick in his mouth.

Luce prided himself on being good in bed. Yes, he had a nasty habit of taking what he liked and worrying about himself first, but he knew what he was doing to an exacting degree and could be an excellent lover if he felt the inclination. Beyond women, he simply knew himself down to a science, and could extrapolate it out to the suction and slide of his mouth, like perfecting surgery. It was really far easier to do so when the recipient of the blowjob did not insist on thrusting his dick into Luce's throat in complete disregard of whatever Luce was doing with his mouth. Conrad's reaction, broken speech, the look on his fucking face if nothing else, was something Luce could enjoy immensely even without his lip throbbing and pulsing gently where it was in brisk contact with Conrad's flesh. He'd take the pain, take the sharp satisfaction over Conrad's enjoyment, and discredit the fact that really, he was learning how to give head himself just then, because that shit with Lamont couldn't count and it wasn't like this was a skill he intended to practice often.

Conrad stayed fixed on Luce, watching the way his mouth moved. He responded to each touch of Luce's tongue with a small gasp, his eyes briefly closing and his fingernails digging into Luce's scalp, as he willed his body not to jerk up too much. He felt an overwhelming need to keep completely still, not wanting to do anything that could somehow mess this up and make Luce take away his pleasure. He would be good, would watch the things Luce did, his chest heaving and his body twitching between tense and relaxed with each suck that added some pressure to his dick. He wanted to tell Luce how good it felt, how much he enjoyed it; partly because whispering the words might relieve some of the tension building up in him, but also because he imagined Luce would /want/ to hear it. He would want to hear the way he affected the teen.

"Oh god...Oh god, Luce..." Conrad allowed his hips to move up, just a little, just enough to add another shiver through his already shaking body. His eyes closed, not tightly but in a more relaxed way, and he moaned. "That-It's a-amazing...The most...amazing.." He was still having a little difficulty getting his words to come out right.

Conrad guessed right. If Luce liked begging, he sure as hell enjoyed having someone just singing his praises. All the better that Conrad clearly wouldn't think of being critical, that to Conrad, it seemed, Luce could do no wrong. He would like to tease, to draw back so that his tongue slid firmly along the underside of Conrad's dick, pointed sucking to just the head administered before descending again. But it was easier to lean towards steadier suction, a harder press of mouth, because that was what stretched his lower lip so that he could actually feel the exact moment it tore. And it hurt like a bitch but he didn't stop for a moment because /that/ was the part that was so, fucking, good to Luce, even as Conrad was declaring the amazing extent of his skill from just above him. He'd take the shivering as a sign, the tumbling words, but he was surprisingly unconcerned with the conclusion to this exercise. He'd continue as he had to, deliver undeniably because he was enough of a deviant to take pride in this sort of thing over more publicly acclaimed skills. He'd undo Conrad completely.

The teenager could feel it building up, slowly at first but more sure with each miniscule thrust of his hips. A voice in the back of his mind urged him to warn first, to stop moaning and whining Luce's name out repeatedly and tell the man what was coming. He found those words just as lost as the praising he was trying to offer earlier.

"Luce..Luce-Ah! I think...I think I can't..."

He arched his back, trying desperately to fight the oncoming rush in his groin and make this last longer. He wanted to feel Luce's mouth around him more, the surprising way the man's tongue flicked across his cock and made him jump. He grit his teeth, his entire body tightening in an effort to block the sudden wave of pleasure that hit him; just enough to finally push him over with the faintest hint of a relieved smile.

His hips jerked up as he let out a muffled moan from the back of his throat, the entire top half of his body curling over as his legs twitched. Each pulse of release was met with a sigh, his body relaxing and easing back down. He gasped for breath, his whole body rising and falling as he panted and hazily squinted open his eyes.

Luce should maybe appreciate even that much forethought, appreciate the fact that Conrad had tried. It was more than could really be said of Lamont. And it wasn't quite that he was comparing, there was just a certain symmetry thinking about it, in his head. It was too easy to feel amusement at the little jerks of Conrad's hips, at the fact that he'd downed alcohol that tasted a fair sight worse than a person's come, and really his mouth was still heavily flavored with blood; it was not any sort of big deal for Luce. Except in that it was something to parade past Conrad, in that he could just smirk after he swallowed and wait to see what Conrad could do in response. When Luce slid his mouth off, after Conrad was very much done, he did notice the long trail of red his still-bleeding lip left down Conrad's length, and upon sitting up properly he wiped his mouth in flippant disregard of the additional smear of red that was left on the back of his hand.

"Yeh think yeh kin see straight, Connie?" he murmured in amusement, able to feel the way his lip was swelling up when he spoke,

Conrad's vision came back at the exact moment Luce had slid his lips off. He'd caught the red, caught the way Luce had swallowed what Conrad could only assume was a mouthful (it'd felt like a lot), and yes, caught the smear of blood across Luce's hand as he wiped his mouth in the most nonchalant fashion. When each thing registered in his mind, Conrad's eyes had gotten wider, so that he now stared back at Luce with a practically horrified expression on his face. His breathing, which really should've calmed down by then, was instead picking up. Not just in small pants anymore, but slightly open-mouthed gasps of air as his mind fully realized what had happened.

The idea of Luce swallowing...that, was disturbing enough without the added hint of blood now smeared along his dick. He shuddered, bringing his hands up to his mouth as he continued to merely gape back at the older man.

"Y-You...Luce, that is so g-gro-That is just..." Conrad muttered into his fingers, his tone a mixture of shock and disgust. He wriggled backwards a little, determined to get off the couch and get back to the bathroom in order to scrub himself clean again.

That was a whole lot of what Luce was expecting, but maybe he should have asked if Conrad was breathing all right. He clearly wasn't. It sounded as if he was starting to hyperventilate and to Luce that was kind of hilarious. He'd already done it once, and it should have lost it's fun after the first time. But when Conrad wriggled back it was Luce's first reaction to move forward, one smooth motion, pinning the kid because he knew damn well Conrad would only try harder to get away when he knew what was coming. "Yer not very appreciative, are yeh Connie?" he asked, from just a breath away, one hand moving to Conrad's chin to firmly hold his face at the correct angle. After the question had been delivered, he pressed his mouth to Conrad's, lips parted and the kiss not as forceful as usual, because he probably needed to abuse his own lip just a little bit less if he didn't want to look too absurd the next day.

Conrad froze when Luce pinned him, his mind reassuring him repeatedly that what was going to happen wasn't what he thought. He watched the man get steadily closer, his words drowned out in Conrad's ears by the action of a hand coming to grip his chin tightly. The next instant was Luce's lips pressed against his, Conrad's eyes still open wide and terror-filled. That prompted him into action, his arms coming up to grip the back of Luce's shirt and tug while his legs kicked out on either side of the man. He moved from side to side, as best as he could, trying to throw Luce off him and ignore the awful taste flooding into his mouth.

Blood was one thing, but /someone else's/ blood, mixed with /his/ come was just too much to handle. He scratched at Luce's back through the man's shirt and tried to use his legs to hitch himself up and away, to no avail. He finally managed to pry his chin out of Luce's grasp long enough to whine out "Ewww, oh gross!" loudly with his eyes closed. He didn't care if it seemed childish. He continued to pant under the man as he begged. "L-Luce, please...get off me, please! Pretty please, whatever just, please get off!"

For a moment it was like looking at a scared little bird, which was delicious in a way it likely shouldn't have been. But Conrad fought like a cat when it came down to it, squirming and clawing at him. Perhaps that was the part he should not have enjoyed... But Luce liked it when pain was done to him, and all the better if it was heartfelt. It was more of a gesture of domination than a kiss, and when Conrad managed to jerk his chin free Luce relented, if only because he wanted to hear the horrified words spilling from Conrad's lips. "Pretty words, Princess," he muttered, but it was more conversational than truly cruel. "Yer gunna 'ave me thinkin' yer made from spun glass, breakin' tha' easy. Delicate like a fuckin' antique." He kept Conrad in place, not giving in that much, but he was no longer trying to share the most curious way his mouth currently tasted. "Yeh need finer manners if yeh wan' ter pass fer royalty, though. Didn' yer mother teach yeh how ter say 'thank you'?"

The nickname hit Conrad's ears again, so did the vague insinuation that Luce seemed to be implying he wasn't /acting/ like much of a princess at the moment. Not that it really mattered to the teenager at the moment. Not when Luce was still on top of him and his dick was still covered in blood and come.

"Okay, I'm sorry! Th-Thank you! Thank you very much!" Conrad blurted out, hoping that it would be enough to convince Luce to let him up so he could go wash himself off. His eyes were still closed tight, his fists knotted into Luce's shirt as he paused to try and calm himself down.

"Not impressed, Connie," Luce told him flatly, still from so precious close. He'd had enough Conrad psychology to know that he wasn't going to get anything to his satisfaction just then, anyway. He could sit and insist that Conrad talk pretty until Luce was impressed. But he was certain, by his own judgment, that no matter how much Luce might have traumatized Conrad with foul tastes and foreign blood, once Conrad could separate the elements in his head, this was something he would remember precious fondly. Luce could wait until Conrad was again in the land of sane human beings for the kid to realize that his little freak-out might have lost him any future attention from Luce's mouth, below the belt. Or rather, Luce might suggest this to Conrad, imply it, even when the reality was simply that Luce would reserve such action until he could extract something far greater in return.

"Aye woan' even watch, this time," Luce permitted, his indication that Conrad could run off and clean himself up. The derisive tone that kicked in, though, was his indication that he was not somehow, miraculously pleased. He only leaned back far enough that Conrad could scramble free if he made the effort.

Luce's words made Conrad's eyes snap open, focusing on the man and not even moving after he was given off-handed permission to do so. Luce sounded...angry? Not angry...just, upset. Conrad felt a sort of pit in his stomach and he pulled himself off the couch to go get himself cleaned off. He walked to the bathroom at a slightly slower pace, and once inside he stared at the closed door behind him in the mirror. He'd expected Luce to follow him, come busting in and do...something. But he managed to clean himself off and return to the living room without a single interruption. Once he was in sight of the man again, Conrad hugged himself, his face pink and his eyes darting between Luce and the floor.

Luce had done something nice for him, something really really nice...and immediately after it was over all he wanted to do was get up and go clean himself off. Conrad assumed that the kiss was probably meant to be joking or something, and he'd overreacted. He looked up at Luce sheepishly over the top of his glasses as he fidgeted slightly where he stood.

"I-I'm sorry I...got caught up in..that. I-I don't think you're...gross or anything like that. I was just...kind of freaked out." He mumbled out, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the older man.

Luce had no desire to follow. He didn't actually get any jollies from watching Conrad's compulsions, he'd just wanted the first-hand confirmation, before, that this was what was going on. He preferred to verify things himself, and likely wouldn't bother denying any accusations of being a controlling shit, if someone had the nerve to level them. By the time Conrad came back in, he'd made himself more comfortable leaning back against the couch with one arm draped along the back. His lip had stopped bleeding again, although it felt rather swollen and bruised, and he'd genuinely considered just fucking sitting there and masturbating because it would be kind of pleasant and Conrad probably would have made a face when he saw him.

At least Conrad had the good fucking sense to be apologetic. While it had been nothing but humorous in the moment, in Conrad's absence, Luce had quite decided that he wasn't going to tolerate this shit in the future.

"Still not a very impressive apology, Connie," Luce decreed, in that slow drawl he preferred. "Yeh seem ter think Ah'm awful forgivin'. An' Aye doan' know wot Aye could've done ter give yeh tha' impression. Would yeh care to enlighten me?"

He was a lot less pissed than he probably sounded, but it wasn't like Conrad needed to know that.

Conrad winced a little at the tone in the older man's voice. Obviously he was to the point of anger where a stupid apology wouldn't work. Conrad took a deep breath in, digging his teeth into his lip as his gaze fell sideways.

"Uhm...I-I don't..know. I just wanted to say I was sorry..." Conrad's face flushed deeper and his face fell into a small pout as he tried to think of what he could say to appease the older man. He didn't want Luce mad at him. He honestly couldn't blame him though, Conrad knew that Luce would get tired of putting up with him eventually.

The day had gone too well for it to continue to be good all the way until the end, the teenager had long since come to accept that his good times were usually, inevitably, followed by bad.

"I-I really am sorry.." He murmured, bringing his eyes back on Luce and tightening the hold he had on himself. Part of him wanted to move forward, maybe climb into Luce's lap and offer to do anything if he just wouldn't be mad. But he remained rooted on the spot, afraid to move on the off chance that he would somehow just make things worse.

Luce didn't have a problem sticking with his guns. In fact, sticking to his convictions usually was the problem, as it led him into heated confrontations with professors and had him leading underage teenage boys into his apartment. He did have to stop himself from licking his still-swollen lips at Conrad's flush of embarrassment, because he was completely doing it on purpose and was certain Conrad had already learned what lip-licking meant. He might have been moved by the placement of Conrad into his lap, because he was sexualizing Conrad's misery something fierce and physical contact meant to be coy likely would have ruined it.

As it was, Luce arched his brows carefully, a most perfected look of disbelief and failed satisfaction. Like saying Conrad should make it a story next time, then perhaps Luce would have something to laugh at while he exercised his derision.

He was also quite aware that if the tightness in his pants had eased at all during that interim, all progress was lost. He was fucking hard as diamonds and would rather Conrad not pick up on that just yet.

Luce leaned forward, just slightly, like maybe he was going to impart some secret. "Cain't bring m'self ter care, Connie. Migh' not 'ave room enough fer yer prissy princess in this castle." Just the briefest of pauses. "Mayhaps startin' yeh at th' top of th' hierarchy was my mistake."

Luce's tone clearly said that it had /better/ not be his mistake, and if it /was,/ Conrad had better quickly convince him otherwise. Perhaps by offering to work him over from the very bottom up.

Conrad's pout became more pronounced, working into a hurt look as he hunched his shoulders slightly and tried to will himself to just ball up and disappear. Luce really was mad, /very/ mad, and it seemed like he was regretting even bringing Conrad with him at all. He hadn't meant to act so prissy and uptight about everything, and Luce had to know that it wasn't a bad idea. Conrad stumbled forward, one foot at a time as he slowly made his way across the living room to where Luce sat. He kept his eyes on the couch as he lowered himself to the floor. He'd thought about climbing into Luce's lap, or even sitting on the couch next to the man, but neither seemed appropriate right now. Luce probably didn't want to be anywhere /too/ close to him. But Conrad was sorry, and he wanted Luce to know that. He brought his hands shakily forward, placing them on Luce's knee as he brought his eyes up to meet the man's.

"I-I really am s-sorry. D-Don't be mad...please?" The word was said like a question, like maybe if he asked nicely Luce would give him a chance to redeem himself and prove that he wasn't such a killjoy. "P-Please.." He muttered again, his eyes staying pleadingly locked to Luce's as the boys hands gripped his knee. He didn't want Luce to hate him, or to regret even bringing him here. "I'm really s-sorry.." He whispered finally, his expression a mixture of pitiful and ashamed.

There were implications inherent in the fact that in responding, Conrad had avoided placing himself in a position equal to the one Luce already held. Instead Conrad was now on the floor, pose subservient, and Luce was reading into it everything he was able. It was really quite a lot like groveling, and it was /delicious./ Luce might have been Conrad's first blowjob, but Conrad was actually Luce's first full-on, demeaning /grovel./

He wasn't sure what he wanted to do more, sit there and relish in it, or unzip his pants and fuck Conrad against the nearest surface.

"Yeh fergot a word in there, Connie," Luce murmured, in the same drawl. If Conrad was really paying attention, it might have occurred to him that Luce harping on the lack of "pretty" in those pleases was almost comical – and indication that he was not as angry as he pretended to. In his current state, he'd probably just be all the more mortified. Luce was counting on it. "If yer gunna make it up ter me, Aye think yeh had damn well figure out how yeh'll do it on yer own."

Conrad had yet to pick up on the fact that Luce wasn't as angry as he seemed and actually seemed to be enjoying the position the teenager was currently in. If he had known, he probably would've picked himself up off the floor; but, as it was, he was taking Luce's words seriously enough to actually look shocked and apologetic.

"I'm s-sorry..." He murmured, apologizing for forgetting the word before letting one of his hands slide over to Luce's other knee. Conrad shifted some, moving over on his knees until he was between Luce's legs and staring sadly up at the man.

"I-I'm sorry...I can make it up to you, s-so don't be mad...pretty please?" Conrad let his hands slid up to Luce's thighs, his palms moving down to rest on the inside of them as he continued to maintain eye contact with Luce. He honestly didn't know if Luce would let him, expecting to be pushed back in anger and have the older man ridicule him for trying to offer his nonexistent skills by way of an apology. "C-Can I...make it up to you?" He muttered, nerves starting to settle in the pit of his stomach.

Luce couldn't lick his lips, not then either, it would be far too obvious. But with Conrad's warm hands sliding up between his legs, it was not as if the mystery would last for much longer. He wasn't going to throw Conrad off, not when this was exactly what he wanted. Fuck, fuck, if Conrad would only continue to make that face while he did it.

"Go ahead," he decreed, that little because at least that way he could not ruin the surprise even that last little bit too soon. He was mind-numbingly hard, as Conrad would find if he only did it, and Luce was one hundred percent looking forward to whatever reaction Conrad might offer him when he realized what he was doing was /undoing/ him. If Conrad even realized. There was still the chance that Conrad would not give the credit to himself, a possibility that was its own sort of appealing.

He would enjoy this more than he should ever admit, every last touch and tantalizing sensation.