Conner grins tauntingly as the anti-hero corners him. His hands are on his hips in a cocky show of confidence, and he juts his chin out. The brick wall behind him feels cool against his back, a stark contrast to the heat building between them.

"Seems like you've caught me," Conner says with that little smirk of his, "Shouldn't it be the other way around? Hero catches villain?" he muses. His voice sounds confident, but his racing heartbeat betrays his composure.

Conner eyes the anti-hero up and down as the two rivals circle each other, the tension building to a pitch. The faint scent of leather and rain hangs in the air between them. Conner's heart skips a beat as the anti-hero closes in, backing him fully against the wall.

The heat of their body bleeds through the fabric of their shirt, scorching Conner's skin even without direct contact. Their eyes drink in every curve and contour of Conner's face, as if committing it to memory. Conner can feel their warm breath against his cheek.

Conner swallows hard, pulse pounding in his ears as he gazes at the anti-hero. "What, see somethin' ya like?" He tries sounding like his usual, cocky and assured self. He fails miserably.

The air between them crackles, thrumming with a heady mix of undeniable, all-consuming lust that neither can ignore any longer.

Conner's front is pressed up against the rough brick of the building, wrists pinned at his lower back. He feels the blunt head press against his hole, and he shudders, clenching his jaw and refusing to let any sounds slip.

"Come on then," Conner pushes his hips back with a soft huff, "I thought you were a big bad villain. Fuck me like one."