Campfire//RK1700 ✅

things they'll never know

It's the next morning, and Conan and Connor wake up to the sight of one naked person and one car. Connor panicked at first, only to realize what had happened the night before.

"Oh..."
Connor says in relif, leaning down and pressing a kiss aganist Conan's forehead, giggling lightly.

"Yeah, it's just me, babe,"
Conan says with a tired chuckle, running his fingers through Connor's puffy locks, nuzzling his nose aganist Connor's now marked up neck.

"Last night was great,"
Connor panted with a small laugh, putting his boxers and jeans back on, putting on his shoes, and for the hell of it, put Conan's hoodie on.

"Agreed,"
Conan says with a content smile, dressing as well, yet he didn't take Connor's hoodie since he very well wouldn't fit in it.

"Sucks we have to leave..."
Connor says with a sigh, Conan nodding as he wrapped his arms around Connor's tiny waist, kissing his neck gently.

"Yeah, but promise you'll visit?"
Conan asks, opening the car door, picking Connor up and leading him to the groups of people, setting him down with his group.

"Of course, for round two,"
Connor whispers with a giggle, kissing Conan lightly.

"Of course,"
Conan whispers back, hugging his waist as he pressed a kiss aganist his forehead, winking before he disbanded Connor's group for his.

As they loaded the car, Connor sat in the back with sumo laying down on his lap. He looked out the window at Conan, and smiled.

They'd never know what happened last night, but if they did, they'd agree it was the strangest campfire. It wasn't one with simple marshmellow roasting.

It was so much more.