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“Look,” Liam heaved a breath, his thick fleshy pecs rolling with it. There would’ve been a curse in there somewhere as his day wasn’t exactly going well. He didn’t know what was happening to him really; he was feeling feverish and hot and lightheaded for some reason that he didn’t have the chance to get out and have his cut of pay. It was probably his fault for overworking—it wasn’t like the casserole that one of the neighbors gave him was drugged or anything or spoiled for that matter—and now it comes biting him back in the ass. And with his thick forearm and bicep flexing to wipe the sweat off his brows, he mentally cursed once more at how the timing of it all just got worse and worse. The money from his cut off was for his rent and now the damn landlord’s kid is grating at him for it. “—I told you, I—I’m just a bit under the weather I can take care of it tomorrow, I swear…” he tried to reason and once again had his chest swell for a sigh to catch his breath.

With the elderdemon now in control of Superboy’s mind and body, there was no stopping him in his plan to take the Man of Steel himself to be a part of his collection. A fitting vessel, really. Conner Kent is quite the stud himself, truly inhuman with his own brawn that his boxers seemed to skimpy. And with him having an access to everything in the young hero’s mind, it was easy to play the part--more so, as it was just the two of them taking weekend off in the farmstead of the Kents. He’s boisterous. Cheeky. That at the sight of Clark Kent coming out of the bathroom in a towel, Conner was quick to grab at his towel for a tug to reveal the Man of Steel’s smooth and creamy muscle cheeks into view. Of course, he is perfection personified.

“What you’re shy that your nephew is around hanging out with you?” Conner chuckled as he gave one a smack that had it jiggle. “--we’re both men here, Uncle Clark.”