Tronnor Oneshots

Mornings in New Zealand

A/N This is basically just smut I got inspired to write from a tumblr prompt. Wasn't gonna post it, but it was practically done. So here ya go. Enjoy.

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Connor glanced over at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to the hotel bed, green lights flashing 8:04AM. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he moved from his side onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He had woken up about ten minutes prior and had tried his hardest to will himself back to sleep, but it just wasn't working.

He was used to getting up early and getting things done—he enjoyed it actually—but not today, not this week, because he was on vacation. They were in New Zealand and he was supposed to be relaxing. He had no obligations, no plans, nothing to work on, so he had no excuse for waking up early. Besides, there was no way Troye would be getting up any time soon anyway.

He smiled at the thought, turning his head to look at the younger boy fast asleep on the pillow next to him. His lips were slightly parted, the sun shining in from the window and casting rays that highlighted the sharp line of his jaw, the striking cut of his cheekbones, and the light birthmark resting underneath one of his closed eyes. Chocolate curls were falling over his forehead and spilling onto the pillow, and Connor couldn't resist the urge to reach out and tug his hand through that hair.

Troye eased into the touch, a content sigh slipping past his lips as he snuggled further into the pillow. The smile on Connor's face only grew wider as he traced his fingers along Troye's jaw, letting his thumb swipe across his bottom lip before moving his hand downward, over his neck and down to his chest.

His hand flattened as he moved it down Troye's stomach, stopping once he reached where the sheets were tangled around his waist, fingers tracing circles along his skin. Connor smirked when he noticed the slight tent in the sheets just past where his hand was venturing, eyes flicking back up to watch Troye's face as he continued to let his hand trace patterns over his body. He watched as Troye's forehead creased slightly, his breathing becoming heavier and more uneven. Connor couldn't tell if he was starting to wake up or if he was just becoming a part of whatever dream Troye had going on in his head at the moment.

Connor just smiled, continuing on like that for awhile, drawing aimless patterns onto Troye's skin, occasionally dipping lower but never low enough. He was taking the time enjoy every single one of Troye's features, loving how the morning light fell onto his skin and the way his face looked whenever Connor's hand swiped just underneath the sheet pooled around his waist.

Eventually, Connor had had enough teasing, and from the light flush dusting Troye's cheeks and chest, it was clear he was getting impatient too. Connor bit his lip before ghosting his hand over Troye's growing erection, palming him through the sheets and eliciting a quiet moan from his lips.

Connor smirked at that, running his hand up Troye's length from over the sheets before he sat up more fully, tossing one leg over the younger boy's body so that he was straddling his hips, leaning down to press a kiss to the exposed skin on Troye's neck.

He started soft, pressing a few gentle kisses along the side of his neck, over his Adam's apple, underneath his ear—all while his hand continued to massage him through the sheets. It didn't take long for his kisses to become more heated and he began to suck on the skin just below Troye's ear, moving his hand up to tangle in his messy curls, pressing his own arousal down into Troye's hips, earning him another, much louder, moan this time.

He knew Troye was awake now. He'd been awake from the moment Connor had climbed on top of him, his breaths becoming more shallow and uneven. His blue eyes were still shut, enjoying the feeling of Connor on top of him, the nip of his teeth on his neck and the way his tongue came after every bite to soothe over each mark.