Broken Arrow

So apparently the Super did want him to take charge this time? Or so he made it seem anyway, not that the redhead minded much, a change of pace was actually sort of nice anyway. He shuddered at how rough the other got, no matter their positions anyway and leaned back up to slam their mouths together in an intense kiss, while his hips met Conner’s and he pressed down roughly, hand trailing along the other’s chest until it reached the waistband of his pants.

Playing with the belt buckle a bit, he teased, since the Super looked up so expectantly, he knew what he was aiming at, but who’s to say he had to comply right away? He did eventually undo the belt buckle and unbuttoned his pants as well as unzipping them, before slipping one hand right in to grip the other’s length almost painfully. Not like Conner’d feel much of that though, Kryptonian and all, so he proceeded to stroke him next in a sort of steady rhythm, thumb running over the tip.

Conner certainly wasn’t expecting that but his half-hardened member was quickly seized and subject to Roy’s ministrations. He sighed contently, adjusting the pillows behind his head to get a better view of the archer. Blue eyes watched the archer’s calloused hands stroke him and please him, all through half lidded eyes. He threw his head back into the pillow before lifting one hand to grip at Roy’s head while reaching for the remote with the other one so he could lower the volume.

#superarrow #rp #nsfw #stillcannotfly

Roy continued stroking the Super's member, glancing down at Conner's expression as he did, leaning down automatically as his head was grabbed, pressing his lips against the Super's again, while focusing on continuing to stroke him, before moving both hands down, so he could remove the pants along with the underwear as well.

He pulled away from the kiss, so he could move along Conner's jawline and down his neck, planting kisses and sucking on the skin, until he reached one of the other clone's nipples, licking it, before taking it into his mouth and played with it, while the hand on Conner's length increased its pace a little. He looked up, a smirk on his face, keeping an eye on the other's face and expression.

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Full time Daddy by ~riyancyy777

I dreamed of drawing a Daddy Roy with apron for so long a time. XD

#pics #//ksdjadfhs this is so cuteeeeeeee #c:

Balloons Optional -- Roy's Birthday

After a few shots both of the clones were feeling the effects of the alcohol, pretty damn relaxed and Roy chuckled, by how casual Conner seemed to have passed the time with whoever was in the club besides them. Had it not been the alcohol he might have even started a fight with them and their annoying attitude, but right now it seemed as if they were best friends or something.

He didn’t mind though, swaying with the music himself until the Super came up behind him and joined, making the redhead turn around and sway along with the music and the Super, who actually to Roy’s surprise, had some decent moves going on. He never saw the guy actually dance or out in the club, but he sure made it work and Roy actually leaned forward again, pressing their lips together as they moved, arms sneaking around Conner’s waist.

The Super didn’t immediately react upon Roy’s lips on his but once he realized it, the hands that were previously up in the air came down to grasp tightly to Roy’s hips. He took a small step forward between the archer’s legs while eagerly returning the kiss, his tongue slipping out from between his lips. One hand came up between them to cup Roy’s cheek but more so he could keep them closer together instead of letting the crowd pull them apart.

The music blared in the Super’s ears and the ringing was probably from a mix of hard liquor and the actual music bass. Conner broke the kiss for air, grinning his typical smug smile at the archer, as if saying he knew Roy was enjoying himself. The next song started playing and as much as it was one of the songs that Conner actually recognized, he spent it pressing his hips against Roy’s and backing him up until they reached a large pillar. Without a second to lose, Conner crushed their lips together again.

#superarrow #roy's birthday #stillcannotfly #rp

The music forgotten or at least pushed somewhere in the back of his mind as a reminder so the red head knew how to move in time with it, he now rather focused on Conner's lips, pressing back into the kiss and parting his lips so their tongues met. He even managed to let a slight muffled moan into it as soon as Conner stepped forward and between Roy's legs, which he automatically parted as he moved along with the music.

As soon as the next song started to play, Roy found himself against a large pillar with the Super's larger body pinning him down against it with his hips as well as his lips on his own not a second later and he closed them, pressing back, arms moving around Conner's torso, one entangling itself in his hair as the kiss continued and the loud music blared in the background.

Roy eagerly continued the kiss, slipping his eyes shut and shuddered a little once he felt the Super’s hands tracing the random scars on his arm and he let a slight smile creep onto his face again. The Super wasn’t known to be as affectionate as he was being right then, actually Roy was slightly surprised that he was pulled on top for once, not like that was a new thing, just the affectionate way Conner had been going on about.

The redhead didn’t exactly mind though and just lay down, pressing himself against the larger body, while his lips found Conner’s again, smiling into the kiss, which he kept to linger for a while, before moving down his neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, in hopes of maybe leaving some mark or something. But then again Kryptonian skin was tough, so that’s didn’t go anywhere. The gesture though, hopefully did.

Conner bit his lip, tousling Roy’s short red strands with his fingers. He enjoyed getting roughed up or even how supposedly rough kisses barely left a scratch on him. M’gann somehow managed but that was besides the point—he would never say that to Roy anyway.

Roy’s back was always tight from bow use not to mention the various scars that he had earned over the many years of field work. Conner traced his hand down the back of Roy’s neck and between his shoulder blades, grasping at the muscled flesh and digging his fingers into it. The Super bucked his hips up to meet Roy’s, blue eyes staring up at the ceiling in some sort of silent prayer for the archer to get with the program and get a little… adventurous. That would be a Valentine’s Day worth remembering.

#stillcannotfly #superarrow #rp #valentine's day

So apparently the Super did want him to take charge this time? Or so he made it seem anyway, not that the redhead minded much, a change of pace was actually sort of nice anyway. He shuddered at how rough the other got, no matter their positions anyway and leaned back up to slam their mouths together in an intense kiss, while his hips met Conner's and he pressed down roughly, hand trailing along the other's chest until it reached the waistband of his pants.

Playing with the belt buckle a bit, he teased, since the Super looked up so expectantly, he knew what he was aiming at, but who's to say he had to comply right away? He did eventually undo the belt buckle and unbuttoned his pants as well as unzipping them, before slipping one hand right in to grip the other's length almost painfully. Not like Conner'd feel much of that though, Kryptonian and all, so he proceeded to stroke him next in a sort of steady rhythm, thumb running over the tip.

Repeated Mistakes

As much as the archer protested going up the water tower, he eventually gave up and decided why the hell not, even if getting up there took longer than it should, and it made him feel even more useless and pathetic than he already was feeling. Conner seemed to not mind though so he pushed that thought to the side for now.

He sat down next to the other clone, leaning back as well, a slight smile forming when he was asked the question, shrugging his shoulders. He had plenty of good time actually, had it not been for the withdrawal’s effects though, it would’ve been perfect. “Mhm…” So he just nodded, muttering and leaning onto Conner’s side, sniffling a bit, just because of the damn runny nose, but he was glad it was only that and not something worse…yet, at least. He knew what to expect, but that aside, right now it didn’t matter.

Conner wrapped an arm around the archer’s shoulders to keep him by his side. The sniffles had become almost completely silent for the Super—they were just that commonplace for him. Sniffles aren’t even that worrisome to listen to but Conner knew why Roy in fact had them and that’s what bothered him.

The smile didn’t falter, however. Roy deserved to have a good time, despite having to be prodded a number of times. That drug really did cripple him, didn’t it? He sighed and leaned his head against Roy’s, their temples touching and Conner could’ve sworn he heard Roy’s heartbeat through that small connection. “We should head back soon, though…”

Whether they liked it or not, they’d have to go back to the farm house or even back to the apartment sometime and face reality.

#stillcannotfly #rp #superarrow #repeated mistakes

Roy wasn't really expecting the Super to be as affectionate as he was, seeing as the reason for why the two were out there in the first place wasn't really on the bright side, but he didn't mind. He actually felt safe as he pressed himself closer to the other clone, no matter the weird feeling which was still there reminding him what the hell happened and what was still about to come.

He smiled in return as Conner leaned his head against his own's, temples touching and that seemed to be hella calming and even got Roy's mind off the weird feeling for a little bit as he rather focused on the Super and nodded slightly. "Mhm...we should..."

It was getting sort of late and they practically spent the whole day there, not to mention the drug took its toll on Roy's body and he wasn't feeling all that great, tired as fuck was more like it. But he knew he won't exactly be getting any sleep anyway. The thought of a warm bed though, still sounded nice.

“Yeah, well it’s different for everyone alright?” He and Kaldur definitely weren’t one of those head over heels, it still meant a great big fucking deal to the clone, but he wasn’t really gonna show that on the outside. “And yeah Kaldur, why, what’s the big deal?”

He raised an eyebrow as the speedster fell silent, maybe another thing why he didn’t like telling people about it was the sheer surprise from it all, but still apparently it was on the good side and he returned the smile at what Wally said last. “Yeah, you don’t say…and I am sorry, I just didn’t think it was as important, because we didn’t actually plan anything and so on…but thanks, glad you’re happy for us then.” He chuckled.

“It’s cool. Forgive and forget.” Wally said, and now grinned. He suppose he should be used to Roy’s secrecy. Still, next time he hoped the archer would come to him for big events. Then again, it seemed Roy didn’t think anything was much of a big deal, but come on. Marriage. Roy was getting married to Kal.

That was freakin’ huge.

“‘Course I’m happy for you, dude! And guess who’s going to throw you a bachelor party!” Wally almost sang at the end of the sentence, throwing one arm around Roy’s shoulder with a beaming grin. “It’ll be more awesome, because you and Kal are both guys right, so we don’t need to do the whole separate dude and women thing!”

"Okay great, no hard feelings then?" His smile widened a bit as well, so what it was huge, but they went on about it in their own way, which might not look like that on the outside.

"Well good. And really? You'd be the one to actually throw us a bachelor party?" Roy couldn't say he didn't expect that, the speedster threw that out, because that was his first and logical choice anyway and that meant the bachelor party was definitely going to be one hell of a party. "Exactly, all in one and double the awesome when we're all around."

Okay, no he didn’t need phrasing his words like that, apparently the speedster took it the wrong way. “I didn’t mean that, it’s just…it’s not even such a damn big deal for me anyway and I needed to keep people at a minimum come on…besides I was going to tell you anyway, just not right away. And I do trust you enough, sheesh, don’t even dare go thinking like that.”

He frowned at the last part, because alright now the speedster sounded downright bitter for Roy keeping that away from him. “What do you want, a sorry? Because fine, I’m sorry for not telling you right away…and it’s Kaldur, alright, he asked me.” He rolled his eyes.

“Marriage is a big deal, dude! It’s the whole tie the knot thing! It’s promises, and commitment and— wait, Kaldur?” Wally’s eyes widened and he fell completely quiet. He was still miffed about the whole trusting thing, but, wow, Kaldur? That was great actually! He didn’t mind the thought of two of his best friends hitching up, but still— he could’ve been told about it.

“You know, you don’t sound very sincere when you apologize.” He said seriously, but then smiled, only slightly. “but I’m happy for the two of you. If there’s anyone who can teach you any manners, Sourpuss; it’s Kal.”

"Yeah, well it's different for everyone alright?" He and Kaldur definitely weren't one of those head over heels, it still meant a great big fucking deal to the clone, but he wasn't really gonna show that on the outside. "And yeah Kaldur, why, what's the big deal?"

He raised an eyebrow as the speedster fell silent, maybe another thing why he didn't like telling people about it was the sheer surprise from it all, but still apparently it was on the good side and he returned the smile at what Wally said last. "Yeah, you don't say...and I am sorry, I just didn't think it was as important, because we didn't actually plan anything and so on...but thanks, glad you're happy for us then." He chuckled.

Well than that expression was definitely what he’d expected out of the speedster. Besides he didn’t request a best man, he merely stated he’ll probably need one. Big difference…right? “Well I didn’t exactly want to blurt the whole thing out, so everyone on the League knew of it? Once a few people know, it can soon spread until pretty much everyone knows and that’s the last thing I’d want, genius. So I had my reasons. But yeah, I am, why’s that so surprising to hear?”

“Dude! Ouch.” Wally huffed and crossed his arms. Gee; did Roy honestly think he’d go around and blab to anyone? Not if the archer distinctly told him to keep quiet. They were friends, but apparently trusting him wasn’t something Roy did? Wow. Yeah, that did hurt a lot. “I wouldn’t tell anyone, Roy, but I guess you don’t trust me enough to keep quiet. Thanks.”

He huffed and averted his gaze. “So who the fuck are you marrying? Or is that a secret you keep from your friends too.”

Okay, no he didn't need phrasing his words like that, apparently the speedster took it the wrong way. "I didn't mean that, it's just...it's not even such a damn big deal for me anyway and I needed to keep people at a minimum come on...besides I was going to tell you anyway, just not right away. And I do trust you enough, sheesh, don't even dare go thinking like that."

He frowned at the last part, because alright now the speedster sounded downright bitter for Roy keeping that away from him. "What do you want, a sorry? Because fine, I'm sorry for not telling you right away...and it's Kaldur, alright, he asked me." He rolled his eyes.

Apparently he wasn’t going to be able to keep the thing hidden, not from the redheaded speedster which didn’t seem to let any info pass. “Well I don’t know, the obvious conclusion to that’d be because I’m either gonna get married, or I just felt like it?” He shrugged, rolling his eyes. “And no it’s not the latter.”

Wally’s mouth dropped and then he brought his hands up, waving them around for a bit. “Wait, wait, hold the fuck up. Who-what—when why? Okay, maybe not why— but seriously?! You’re getting married?” Of all the people who Wally imagined would get married, Roy Freaking Harper was not one of them. “Dude, you have to tell me this kind of stuff before you start requesting a best man!”

Well than that expression was definitely what he'd expected out of the speedster. Besides he didn't request a best man, he merely stated he'll probably need one. Big difference...right? "Well I didn't exactly want to blurt the whole thing out, so everyone on the League knew of it? Once a few people know, it can soon spread until pretty much everyone knows and that's the last thing I'd want, genius. So I had my reasons. But yeah, I am, why's that so surprising to hear?"

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#pics

….huh…think I should pick out the best man soon or something…

“Hey! Woah woah, what are you—? Dude, why do you need a best man?!”

#//ohh fff and he thought he could get away with it pshhhh

Apparently he wasn't going to be able to keep the thing hidden, not from the redheaded speedster which didn't seem to let any info pass. "Well I don't know, the obvious conclusion to that'd be because I'm either gonna get married, or I just felt like it?" He shrugged, rolling his eyes. "And no it's not the latter."

....huh...think I should pick out the best man soon or something...

#open #idek i'm bored and sleepy hahah

Balloons Optional -- Roy's Birthday

Roy only smiled in return, following after the Super, through the crowd, which was pretty much huge already considering the time the two got there. Leaning onto the counter of the bar, Roy smirked as the other had ordered them shots, guess the night was definitely going to get interesting as soon as alcohol got involved.

Raising an eyebrow at the choice of liquor the other pointed at, Roy chuckled, deciding not to comment on it though, it wasn’t something he’d pick, but it was hella good anyway, so why not. He grabbed one shot once the waiter brought them over, lifting it up in some sorta toast, hoping the other’d do the same, or get the idea, before he’d down it.

Conner mimicked the gesture and threw his head back with the shot. It went down nice and smooth, the liquid sliding down his throat with ease before he turned the shot glass upside down to prove it was all gone. He watched Roy do the same, his eyes absolutely entranced by the bob of his Adam’s apple as he gulped the liquor down. It was… pretty attractive to say the least.

The rest of the shots just happened eventually. The rest of the people in the club who used to bother the Super now were almost like friends. He fist pumped with them and even engaged in casual “woots” with the people next to him. It was most definitely the alcohol. Conner came up behind Roy, shoulders swaying with the music.