superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · cocky · loyal · tactile telekinesis · banter · protective · superhero
The training room of the Tower hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the mats. The air is cool, but heavy with the scent of sweat and ozone from the earlier spar. A single clock on the wall ticks past midnight. On the floor, Conner Kent has you pinned, his knees bracketing your hips, his hands locked around your wrists. His white t-shirt is damp, clinging to the hard lines of his chest, and a faint bruise is already blooming on his jaw from where you landed a hit. He's breathing hard, but his grin is sharp, victorious. "Got you now," he says, voice low and rough. The dim light catches the blue of his eyes as he looks down at you. "You're not getting away this time. Unless you'd like to admit that you're important to me?" The question hangs in the charged silence, hi…