New Happyverse: Tables Turned

[sylph_fics]

Title: Tables Turned
Pairing: Kyle/Connor
Rating: NC-17
Setting: HappyVerse, not that you need to be reading it to enjoy this.
Summary: Kyle's been missing his lover, and plotting.


Kyle sighed with relief as he shut the door behind he and Connor. It'd been a long several days, chasing arms dealers through three states trying to shut them down. He was more than ready to have time alone with his lover again, especially given the mood he'd been in almost the entire time they were hunting... he pulled Connor close, kissing him deep, a hand in his close-cropped hair, the other at the small of his back.

Connor returned the kiss hungrily. He had grown far too accustomed to having Kyle close, intimately so, every night since his fiance had come home, and the time they'd spent hunting these last few days had not allowed them that closeness.

Kyle purred, walking his lover backwards towards the bed as he used a trick he'd gotten very familiar with, using the ring to soundproof the area. Connor smiled into their kiss, breaking away at last. "I do miss this, when we go and work."

"Me, too. God, me too," Kyle agreed and kissed along Connor's jaw, hands sliding intently down his back, caressing. He wanted his lover, right now, on his terms. The archer moaned softly, and moved his hands along Kyle's hips, caressing.

"Clothes," he said, giving Kyle the word to rid them of what they were wearing. Kyle licked at his ear, hands sliding slowly up under Connor's shirt to peel it off him just as slow. "Mm-hm..."

Connor shivered, feeling Kyle's mood for what was wanted right now. "You are a tease, and merciless," Connor purred. "I love it."

"I'm glad," Kyle told him as he stripped his lover's shirt off, the quickly shucked his own and nudged Connor down into the bed, getting rid of shoes with a thought, then joined him, knees on either side of his lover's, braced up on one arm to kiss him, slow and deep.

Connor ran his hands over the tight skin of his lover's stomach and ribs. Kyle purred softly at the caress, kissing down Connor's jaw, then his throat, tongue tracing the lines of muscle and vein, free hand sliding over well-known sensitive spots with hungry intent. The archer twisted and rose to meet every kiss, every caress, soft whispery moans escaping him.

"Love how you sound," Kyle said against the hard curve of his upper shoulder, pressing against him, hand tracing slow, hungry lines down the side of his chest. He did, Connor could practically drive him crazy just with that...

"Really, lover?" Connor smiled as he traced a lazy caress along Kyle's back.

Kyle shivered, and bit gently, lightly worrying a mark onto his skin, sucking slowly, then pulled back to smile at him. "Yes, really. Not that you didn't already know that..."

"Tell me, Kyle, what else do you love about me? My touch, my taste?" Connor asked as his fingers ghosted over sensitive nerve clusters.

"All of the above," Kyle said softly, meaning it as he licked and sucked over his upper chest--he was madly in love with the shapes of his lover's body, sculpted archer's form absolutely perfect to his eyes and touch--his hand returning his lover's caress with interest, and utterly unwilling to let Connor take over as usual.

Connor took a moment to shift up against Kyle and brought his hands to Kyle's hair, twining his fingers there. "More, lover."

Kyle tensed his shoulders against the pressure and lifted his head, "When I feel like it," he answered, and licked him, long and slow.

"Sweet torture," Connor whispered. "I want to feel you, Kyle, I want to have your hands and mouth everywhere," he continued.

"Of course," Kyle replied, body shifting against him as he lapped and sucked gently down to dark, sensitive tight flesh, nipping gently.

A soft gasp accompanied that, before Connor let his hand trail over Kyle's ear. "Oh...yes."

Kyle purred, sucking harder, fingers pressing into his side and petting, pressed close against his lover, mouth slowly sliding over to the other side of his chest...

"This is killing me," Connor said, moaning again as that mouth caught his skin so tantalizingly.

"I'm just getting started," Kyle told him with a smile, rubbing his cheek against one pectoral as he did.

"Such a tease," Connor purred, dragging his fingertips along Kyle's back, and feeling his lover shift back into the touch.

"No. Tease would be pinning your hands," Kyle said as he turned his head again, kissing down the line of one bicep, tongue flicking along the division between muscles, purring. He was so damn perfect...

"You wouldn't," Connor said, amused at the very thought of his lover doing that. He twisted and drew his other hand up, caressing Kyle's other ear.

"Yes. I would." Kyle replied, even as he shivered at the touch, still lavishing attention over Connor's arm, down to the join of an elbow.

"But then I could not touch you," Connor reasoned. "I would not be able to do this..." And he ran a single finger over the nape of Kyle's neck, making him shiver against his body.

"And I might actually get to finish something I plan?" Kyle teased lightly, though he did mean it. Connor had this way of derailing all of his plans.

"Whatever do you mean, Kyle?" Connor made the touch evening more maddening, running the finger along the line of Kyle's ear.

"...you're distracting," his lover told him as he shivered... and a flare of green light wrapped lightly around his lover's wrists.

Connor tensed briefly, then purred softly. "I distract you?" He flexed his hips beneath Kyle.

"Horribly," Kyle said, shifting his fiance's wrists away from his skin and slowly upwards, mouth returned to tracing muscle-lines and pressure points.

"I think I enjoy distracting you, but..." He gave way to the pressure, relaxing into Kyle's urging.

Kyle bound them together lightly, light shaped like soft rope holding him loosely, and went back to making Connor insane, tracing every line of his lover's chest, mouth and fingers teasing scars and pressure points and sensitive spots hungrily.

The archer moved into those touches, shivering at the new sensation of having to accept without touching in turn. Kyle smiled to feel that, and twisted to open his lover's pants, tugging them down and away, then went back to the lines of Connor's abs hungrily.

Connor could only moan, hips grinding up hopefully as the pants were removed.

"oh," Kyle breathed at the sound of that moan and the way Connor bucked, licking down, one hand stretched up and petting the long line of Connor's bound arm and down his side as he tugged the rest of his fiance's clothing away... and pressed hungry kisses down the inside line of a thigh.

The moan keyed down, drew out into a long groan of need and anticipation. "Merciful one, that feels...so good."

Kyle smiled, kissing him again, stroking down his side, other hand slipping over sensitive spots all down his lover's other thigh, loving the way Connor sounded like this...

"Kyle, please... three days of being near and not touching was unbearable enough," Connor told his lover, before crying out very softly when Kyle grazed a very sensitive hot spot.

Kyle purred and caressed that spot again, then admitted the point and ran his tongue slowly up his length, flicking over the tip. A long, low, hushed cry greeted Kyle's efforts, the sensation of being restrained freeing Connor to show his appreciation verbally.

"That's right," Kyle whispered against him, "let me hear you. No-one else will, love," as he licked his lover again, long and slow. He wanted that so badly, to hear his lover reacting to him.

"Kyle, that feels...." He could not help but rock his hips on that long slow swipe, words giving way to another moan.

"Mm?" Kyle asked, kissing his tip gently, then licking slowly, twisting his tongue along the slit there... so rare he got to do this without Connor driving him mad, nice to be able to focus on nothing but his lover...

"Mo~re," Connor demanded, his voice strained by the desire to touch, by enjoying the lack of ability to do so, and the sheer pleasure of Kyle's mouth. Kyle made a small, softly pleased noise and sucked at him lightly, tongue pressing just below his tip, hand pinning his hips down, now.

"Insane, that's what this is doing...driving me insane...Kyle, oh..." Connor tried to buck up.

Kyle purred, slowly dropping his mouth lower, mouth working around him, keeping his hips pinned. That brought a higher cry, one that seemed to still demand, but there was an edge of plaintiveness too. Connor kept his eyes on his lover, except when the way Kyle would suck made him close them in satisfaction. Kyle purred softly and went all the way down on him, throat working around him, hands now kneading his hips gently.

"Oh, just like that...."Connor groaned, wanting to flex his hips, to thrust, but knowing he could not. Kyle moaned softly around him, moving on him, making love to his beloved with all the passion he had, making soft, hungry noises as he moved without any intention to.

There was never a thought of holding back, once the restraint was placed on his wrists, Connor knew. As Kyle drove his body along to a sharp peak, he moaned and cried out.

Kyle loved it, every moment, every cry and move... and kept making love to him until he pulled his mate over, drinking him down hungrily, oddly detached from his own arousal. Connor's voice sang out, louder than Kyle could ever remember hearing him before. His hands knotted in fists, body arching strongly as he spiraled through the sensations.

The sound of Connor letting go like that... god, it was almost better than the way his body writhed... but still not as good as the taste of his lover's pleasure, and slowly he slid up to curl against him--and the touch of Connor's hot, sweat-slick skin against his chest shoved notice of his arousal hard through his nerves, making his shudder against him.

"Kyle," Connor groaned, his body still shaking. "Lover...please...don't wait, don't stop...I want you."

Kyle stripped out of the rest of his clothing faster than thought, finding the lubricant they'd left in the room with a few moment's thought, and slicked his fingers to gently caress his lover, shifting enough higher to kiss him hungrily, banishing the bonds around his wrists. Connor's hands were on him in an instant, sliding along his back, his shoulders, his arms, all with a potent hunger as he worked his hips against the insistent caresses from Kyle.

"I love you. I love you. God, you feel so good, I missed you..." Kyle said against his lips between kisses, fingers slowly sliding into his beloved gently. Connor moaned, before shifting to kiss Kyle's throat. Kyle bared his throat, back arching slightly to give Connor better access as he stretched his lover gently, controlling himself as best he could...

"Now, Kyle," Connor urged. "I need you now!" He knew as active as they had been it wouldn't take much, and he was already aching again, needing to feel his lover. Kyle shifted, settling between Connor's legs, hand sliding away as he rolled his hips and pressed into his lover.

Connor cried out again, this one full-throated, needy and trusting. Kyle buried his face in the join of Connor's neck and shoulder, hands sliding under him at his neck and the small of his back to hold his beloved close to him, braced on his elbows to move... "My Connor, my love, my heart..." he whispered softly.

"Yes! Yes, Kyle, all, and more... soul to me, heart of mine," Connor said in a fierce, needy tone.

"Yours," Kyle agreed, moving slowly in him, sucking at his throat, hands sliding, "Mine." Moving slow was almost more than he could stand, but he wanted Connor's pleasure so much...

"Yours...make me yours..." Connor's hands slid over Kyle's back and sides.

"Always," Kyle told him, but took the permission for what it was and let his body move, deep and sure against him over and over again, wrapped close around him. Connor locked his eyes on Kyle's face, watching his lover's pleasure grow.

He whispered an apology, wishing he could hold off longer for his lover's sake, but Connor felt too good and his control had been shot the moment his lover's hands were back on his skin... his head dropped against his fiance's other shoulder as he lost it with a whisper of his Connor's name.

Connor's arms closed tight around Kyle, holding him close, hard, fast kisses on his ear and jaw as the Lantern found his pleasure, and satisfied Connor's need to know Kyle had enjoyed it. Kyle stayed buried in him and wrapped around him, breath coming quick and fast in little half-pants, clinging tight to him.

"We're together," Connor whispered softly. "Always and ever."

"Yes," Kyle agreed softly, kissing his shoulder slowly, lazily.

Connor's hand played over Kyle's back lightly. "I can't believe you tied my hands," he said softly, a smile on his lips.

"Shouldn't have told me I wouldn't," Kyle replied, nuzzling his shoulder just to stay in contact.

"Just remember that," Connor teased playfully, thinking of things he might one day try.

"Looking forward to it," Kyle replied. "Wanted to hear you. Love your voice."

"Tired?"

"Mmm... little bit." Kyle kissed his shoulder again, and again. He was more than a little bit tired, but not all that willing to admit to it. Connor caught his chin and pulled him to where he could kiss him deeply. Kyle kissed him back, just as deep, still curled close around him.

"Rest, my love." The archer would let them both sleep for a time before they tried another round.

"Mmm." Kyle shifted, slipping out of him only to curl around him, nestled in his lover's arms as he dropped the shield around their room. He wanted to hear if anything happened.