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11:59 p.m.
Timmy<3: where are you
12:00 a.m.
Kon: titans tower. y???
12:03 a.m.
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Kon’s mouth falls open reflexively when he opens the picture. It’s of Tim, obviously, but he’s naked. The camera flash illuminates him sprawled in bed, his torso bare and his left hand pulling his black boxer briefs down just enough to expose the root of his dick and the dark hair surrounding it. Tim’s face is cut off, just his sharp jaw and bottom lip in frame. Kon can practically feel his toned stomach beneath his fingers as he imagines spanning his hands around his boyfriend’s slim waist.
His mouth starts watering.
“Wooooah there.” Bart appears over his shoulder in the blink of an eye, like always. Kon yelps and tilts his phone protectively toward his chest. “Dude.”
“Dude!” Kon responds. “Fuck off!”
“Is that Tim?”
Kon scowls even as he feels his face burning. “No, I’m looking at someone else’s nudes. And I purposely did it in our shared living space so I could get caught.”
Cassie starts chuckling from where she’s practically folded in half on the couch, scrolling through her phone. Love Island plays on the flatscreen across the room. When Kon glares at her, she laughs louder.
He gets up from the other side of the sectional and heads down the hall toward his room, flipping off his teammates on his way out.
After shutting his door and cutting off the sound of Bart’s cackling, Kon pulls Tim’s picture back up. He pinches the screen to zoom in on Tim’s happy trail.
“Fuck,” he mutters, squeezing his rapidly hardening dick through his jeans. He flops down onto his bed and starts to text Tim back.
12:12 a.m.
Kon: fuuuck babydoll
12:12 a.m.
Kon: so fuckin sexy
12:12 a.m.
Kon: u look good enough to eat
12:13 a.m.
Kon: u horny babe?
12:13 a.m.
Timmy<3: yeah
12:14 a.m.
Timmy<3: what are you going to do about it?
Kon laughs breathlessly and navigates to Tim’s contact, pressing the Call button.
“Hey,” Tim answers, voice raspy.
“Are you touching yourself right now?” Kon asks. He can’t keep the note of awe out of his voice. His boyfriend is so sexy.
“Yeah.” Tim’s breath hitches.
“God, babydoll.” Kon starts undoing his jeans, desperate to get a hand on himself. “Where are you?”
“The manor.”
Kon groans. “At your dad’s house?”
Tim laughs. “He’s not here. Just Damian, and his room’s in another wing. Can we stop talking about my family now?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kon mumbles. “Are you fingering yourself?”
“You’re such a top,” Tim says. “Do you know how much of a hassle that is, actually? Wrist cramps, lube everywhere—”
“Christ, Timmy,” Kon says. “You’re the one who sent me a nude. Are we having phone sex or not?” He’s only teasing, but he can practically hear Tim’s eye roll over the line.
“Sorry. I feel weird.”
Kon lets go of his dick. He still has a raging erection, but Tim’s giving him whiplash with the mood changes. He knows to expect nothing less from his boyfriend at this point. Weird Bat-things and all.
“What’s up, baby?”
“I’m all wired from patrol, but I’m exhausted. But I can’t sleep. I just need—”
“What do you need, Timmy? You want me to fly over there?”
Tim is silent for a moment.
“Yeah,” he says finally, in a low tone that makes Kon’s stomach clench. “I want you here, in my bed.”
“Yeah?” Kon wraps a hand around himself again.
“Want you to hold me down and stuff me full of your fingers.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
“Just fuck me rough like that and then force your way inside of me.”
“Yeah, baby, I know you like it rough.” Kon twists his fingers just under the head of his cock, his hips shifting involuntarily.
“Want you to make me take it.” Tim breaks off in a whimper that turns into a low moan. The sound sends a punch of arousal through Kon’s gut. “Want you to keep going even if I tell you to stop.”
Kon freezes at those words, his brain not quite yet computing why they sound so off. Tim continues before he can formulate a response.
“Just use me like—”
“Woah, wait a minute, babydoll,” Kon cuts him off. He replays their conversation in his head, trying to remember if he said anything that set Tim down this path. “What are you saying?”
Tim whines into the phone, a pouty noise that Kon would find adorable under normal circumstances. Tim only gets pouty when he’s truly exhausted.
“Kon, I just—” Tim heaves a deep sigh. “I just don’t want to have to think about anything right now. I don’t want to be in control of anything, having to make choices. I just want to be used.”
Kon feels like the last lightbulb in his brain-chandelier just went out. Tim sounds like a character from the kind of porno Clark gave him a feminist lecture about five years ago when he was sixteen and had yet to fully grasp the concept of “enthusiastic consent.” He’s never heard him say anything like this before, and the unmapped territory makes him nervous.
“Babe, I don’t—I mean, you’re talking about me doing something without your consent. Like assault?”
“Not literally.” Tim groans in frustration. “I would be consenting. I want you to treat me like an object. I want you to just take complete control and do whatever you want to me.”
Even as Kon’s mind rebels against the idea of doing something to Tim without his whole-hearted consent, his body remains aroused as Tim goes on. The phrase Do whatever you want to me drives him crazy with want. He hates the flush of shame he feels in response. Enjoying something like that would be predatory.
“Timmy—I can’t—” Kon gulps, his mouth gone totally dry. “How is that not rape? I would be taking advantage of you.”
“Okay,” Tim says, and Kon knows he’s in for some sort of lesson now because Tim’s got his detective voice on. “Have you ever heard of consensual non-consent play?”
“No?”
“It’s…a kink…that I have,” Tim admits, uncomfortable expressing his emotions. When he goes back to explaining, however, he’s as logical as ever. “It’s roleplay, basically. I would give my consent, like always, and we’d have a safeword. That way, when you ‘force’ yourself on me, and I say ‘Nooo, oh, please don’t ravish me with your huge cock, please stop,’ you’ll know that I don’t actually mean it.”
The way Tim imitates himself in a high-pitched, breathy voice goes straight to Kon’s cock. He’s always been weak for Tim telling him how big and strong he is. What Tim’s saying, it makes sense. And Kon’s body definitely seems into it. It’s only a matter of whether or not his brain is.
“So only the safeword would really mean ‘Stop,’” Kon says after a moment.
“Yeah,” Tim says, and Kon can hear the smile in his voice.
“How long have you been thinking about this, babydoll?”
“Honestly? Since I watched Aladdin when I was, like, seven.”
“What?” Kon chokes out.
“Yeah, I mean, you know the scene where Jafar kidnaps Jasmine and she’s wearing the red costume?”
“Sure?”
Tim sighs like Kon’s some idiot who doesn’t know his Disney movies. “And then he tries to hypnotize her into falling in love with him and she pretends to be under his thrall?”
“Yeah.”
“First of all, bisexual awakening,” Tim says. “Second of all, origin of my CNC kink.”
“Jafar was your bisexual awakening?”
“No, Aladdin was.”
“Wait, I’m confused.”
“Aladdin and Jasmine were my bi awakening, but Jafar’s hypnosis scepter gave me a CNC kink,” Tim explains.
“Riiight,” Kon says. He’s silent for a moment, just listening to Tim getting comfy in bed on the other end of the line. He glances down at his half-hard dick. “Do you want me in Gotham tonight, babydoll?”
“Kon.” Tim says his name in that way he has—the contented sigh whose subtext reads I love you. “You don’t have to pretend to non-con me if you don’t want to. If you’re not into it, I won’t hold it against you. You’re just the first partner I’ve felt safe enough sharing this with, and I’m wound really tight from patrol, and I really need my brains fucked out.” Tim pauses for a breath. “So I just thought I’d share.”
“I love you,” Kon says, just because he can.
“I love you, too.”
Kon imagines the scenario Tim’s describing. He’s always been more of a visual learner anyways. He pictures himself holding Tim down and fucking him while Tim pleads No and Stop and gets off on it despite all that.
That’s the part that gets Kon hot. Making Tim feel good is his favorite thing.
“I could be into this.”
“Really?” Tim asks, and the giddy lilt to his voice only excites Kon further.
“Yeah. I can hold you down and force you to take my dick and treat you like all you are is a hole to be fucked. Is that what you want, baby?”
“Yes,” Tim moans into his ear. Kon can’t help the grin that spreads his lips.
“Okay, but I also need something from you.”
“Of course.”
“I need you to like…act like you still want it,” Kon explains. “Even if you’re saying ‘No’ and trying to push me off, don’t push too hard or shy away from my touch, you know?”
“I can do that, babe.” Tim laughs breathlessly, like he can’t quite believe they’re having this conversation. “And trust me, I’m going to be enjoying it a lot.”
Kon’s dick is certainly interested in the mental image of Tim enjoying it. He’ll try anything once if it means dicking Tim down the way he wants.
“What’s your safeword?” Kon asks.
“Wardrobe.”
“Wardrobe,” Kon repeats. “You got it, babydoll. Give me twenty minutes. I have to sneak out of here without getting harassed by Bart and Cassie.”
***
Tim stretches out on his bed, horny anticipation making his limbs feel light and his stomach flutter.
After a hellish week of midterms for his master’s program, and working a convoluted case with Dick that somehow involves the deputy mayor and the Riddler, Tim is tired down to his bones. Still, there’s a pent-up energy gnawing at him, keeping him from true rest, that only a good orgasm will abate.
He checks his phone again, thinking of pulling up Kon’s location, when he hears a familiar tap, tap, tap on the windowpane on the far side of the room.
He can’t help the grin that plays at his lips, but he schools his expression as he climbs out of bed, trying to look more apprehensive than horny out of his mind.
Kon is floating outside his usual window, wearing his leather jacket over a black T-shirt and dark jeans. He looks exactly like the type of punk his parents used to warn him to stay away from, and Tim thinks he’s so fucking hot.
Tim pushes the window open so he can fly inside.
“Hey, babydoll,” Kon says.
Tim gives him a wide-eyed look. “Kon. What are you doing here?”
Kon smirks and winks at him, recognizing that this game starts now. “What do you mean, baby? Didn’t you send me that naughty picture?”
Kon lands on the plush Persian rug covering the floor, and stalks toward Tim.
“That wasn’t—I didn’t—” Tim lets Kon back him up against the wall. Kon leans an arm over his head, forcing Tim to look up at him. He’s tall and muscular and smells like his vetiver cologne. Tim feels so safe and comforted, caged in by his body.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Kon murmurs, leaning down so their lips brush together as he speaks. “I know exactly what you need.”
He kisses Tim then, a little rougher and more forceful than he would otherwise. His tongue invades Tim’s mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin.
“Mmh!” Tim’s cry is muffled against his boyfriend’s lips. He pushes at Kon’s shoulders until he breaks away. “Kon, no, I don’t want—”
“C’mon, babe, you’re practically begging for it,” Kon says, grabbing at Tim’s half-hard cock in his sweats.
Tim gasps at the pressure, saying, “Kon, please don’t,” even as he grinds against his hand.
“‘Please don’t’ what? Don’t stop? I can do that, babydoll.” Kon slides his hands to Tim’s ass, gripping him around his thighs and hauling him over his shoulder.
The blood rushing to his head combined with his unrelenting, burning arousal makes Tim dizzy. He world spins again as Kon deposits him on his unmade bed, the cream sheets touch-soft and still warm.
Kon looms over him, bending down to capture his lips in a hard kiss before trailing down his jaw to suck and bite at his neck. Tim throws his head back and moans, arching his back to rub against Kon’s hard body.
He’s never been so turned on in his life. With Kon leaning over him, pinning him to the bed, he’s suddenly rock hard and desperate. His cock brushes against Kon’s stomach and he whimpers.
“So fucking sexy, Tim,” Kon mutters into his ear. Tim starts to wrap his arms around his shoulders before he remembers the scene and instead makes a feeble attempt to push Kon off.
Tim could take Kon in a fight with one arm tied behind his back any day, never mind the other man’s super strength. Despite that, Tim has always enjoyed the fact that Kon is bigger than him, stronger than him. He gets off on lying prone underneath him, seemingly helpless and trapped.
“Kon, stop, I don’t want to,” Tim whines, grinding up against Kon’s stomach.
Kon pulls back enough to look him in the eye. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth is swollen. He looks at Tim with some amount of awe before he smirks and grips Tim’s hips hard.
“This says otherwise, babydoll.” Kon gropes his cock through his sweatpants again, rubbing the fabric over his hard flesh. The sensation has Tim gasping and moaning, feeling like he’s about to come in his pants.
“Besides,” Kon continues, now working Tim’s pants down over his hips and ass, “you just look like you need to get fucked. Like you won’t be satisfied until you’re stuffed full of my cock.”
“No!” Tim cries, reaching for Kon’s hands as if to push them away.
“C’mon, baby,” Kon says, catching both of Tim’s wrists in one hand and holding them captive. “Be a sweet little slut for me. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Before Tim can respond, Kon leans down and takes Tim’s cock into his mouth. He pins Tim’s hands down on the bed on either side of him, using his super strength to keep them there. He works his way down his length while using his TTK to remove Tim’s clothes the rest of the way.
Tim can’t help the moans falling from his lips, helpless to the feel of Kon’s mouth and the touch of his TTK on his bare skin.
“K-Kon…” Tim groans. He reaches to push Kon away, but his hand ends up threaded through his boyfriend’s hair instead. “Stop. I don’t want this.”
Kon moans around his cock. Tim’s stomach twists in arousal at the thought that Kon is enjoying this roleplay just as much as he is.
He decides to put up more of a fight, tugging at Kon’s hair to try to pull him off. Kon releases him, opening his mouth to say something else that will probably drive Tim absolutely wild.
Before he can get the words out, Tim uses his legs and hips to buck him off, quickly turning over and crawling toward the other end of the king-sized bed.
Kon laughs in surprise before his hand locks around Tim’s ankle and he yanks him back.
“Where are you going, babydoll?” Kon asks as he wrestles Tim into submission underneath him. Tim goes willingly of course, and a moment later, Kon has all four of his limbs pinned to the bed with his TTK. “We haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
“Let me go, please,” Tim begs, making sure he looks as pitiful and distressed as possible. He relishes the way Kon’s eyes track his naked form from eyes to thighs.
Tim drinks in the sight of Kon in turn as the other man starts undressing. The jacket is the first thing to go, and Tim only mourns its loss for a moment before Kon’s impressive biceps and well-muscled torso are exposed.
“Such a needy little slut,” Kon mutters, running a hand down Tim’s stomach. “Pretending like you’re not gagging for it. It’s okay, baby, I know exactly what you need.” He squeezes himself through his jeans, letting out a low groan, before undoing the fly and stripping all the way down.
Tim pretends to become upset when Kon uncovers his cock. “It’s too big,” he cries. He knows how much Kon loves to have his ego stroked in the bedroom, and he’s not above going there now. “There’s no way it will fit, please, don’t make me!”
“Fuck,” Kon moans, fisting his cock.
Tim feels the pressure from Kon’s TTK vanish as his partner leans back over him, holding him down with his body.
“Oh, I’m gonna make it fit, babydoll, don’t you worry. Now open up.”
Kon holds two of his fingers up to Tim’s mouth. Tim sucks them into his mouth, glaring at Kon the whole time.
When Kon penetrates him, he shoves both digits in at once.
Tim’s mouth falls open in a desperate gasp. The burn of the stretch is almost too much, but he savors the knife’s edge between the pain and pleasure. Kon thrusts his fingers in and out of his hole. The spit is just barely enough lube.
“Kon,” Tim moans, grabbing onto his biceps.
“I heard you like it rough.”
“No,” Tim insists, “I don’t.”
Kon’s brow furrows as he fucks Tim harder, angling his fingers in a practiced motion. When he finally brushes Tim’s prostate, the latter throws his head back and moans.
“There you go, babydoll,” Kon says, grinning.
He sits up, kneeling on the bed and repositioning Tim’s hips so they’re settled in his lap. “Hold still,” he mutters, before leaning down and spitting on Tim’s hole, making his fingers wetter, the slide easier.
“Oh, fuck, Kon.” Tim can feel his face burning at the indecency of it, at the taboo nature of the entire scene. Arousal burns through him, driving him closer to completion than he wants to be. He can feel Kon’s erection hot and hard against his lower back, and he wants that cock inside of him, fucking him, coming in him.
“Please,” he whines, bucking his hips in an attempt to drive Kon’s fingers deeper.
Kon looks at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. “Please what, Timmy?” He rubs against Tim’s prostate in an achingly slow movement that brings actual tears to Tim’s eyes.
“Please, stop, I don’t want this!”
Tim feels completely overwhelmed in the best way. He feels vulnerable and tortured and horny and safe all at once. The sensations twist together in his core until they consume him entirely and he’s coming, shooting spunk across his own stomach and clenching hard on Kon’s fingers.
“Oh, shit…” Kon mutters, still thrusting his fingers slowly as he watches Tim fall apart. “You really do like this, don’t you, babydoll? You want my cock next?”
“Yes,” Tim gasps, still hopelessly turned on even in the aftermath of his orgasm. He wants to keep playing the consensual non-consent game, but at this point, he wants Kon’s cock even more.
His boyfriend looks slightly surprised by Tim’s admission, but recovers quickly. He pulls his fingers out and rubs at Tim’s oversensitive cock instead.
“You desperate slut,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
Tim whines and pushes at Kon’s hands with weak arms.
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” Kon continues. “You ready for my dick, baby?”
Tim shakes his head. “No,” he lies.
“Too fucking bad.” Kon slaps his ass to punctuate the statement. Tim yelps out of surprise more than anything, but the stinging left behind by Kon’s hand has his cock making a premature attempt to harden again.
Kon leans over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube Tim had set out. He drizzles a liberal amount over his cock and sucks in a breath as he fists himself.
“You’ve been a greedy little slut tonight, taking all my attention. I know I said I’d make you feel good, but now it’s your turn to do something for me.”
Kon presses the tip of his cock to Tim’s entrance. He has one hand on Tim’s lower back, lifting his hips up to a more accessible angle, and one hand around his left thigh, spreading him open. Tim feels lighter than air in his sure grip.
“Beg for my dick, baby,” Kon instructs.
The punch of arousal Tim feels in his core is so hot it makes him sweat. Still, he shakes his head and says, “No, I don’t want it. Please don’t fuck me, Kon, please.”
“Not quite.”
Kon’s hands on him tighten, and Tim can feel him exerting his super strength. A light pressure that Tim recognizes as his TTK grips around his neck, not choking him so much as holding him in place. Kon consumes his focus: the feel of Kon’s touch, the insistent pressure of his cock, the hard look in his eye. Every thought about exams and cases and rogues has been driven from his head, leaving him blissfully full of Kon and pleasure and nothing else.
“I said, beg for it.”
Tim feels a tear roll down his temple and into his hair. He’s so excited, physically and mentally, that his breath stutters in his chest.
“Please,” he whispers.
“Please what, babydoll?”
“Please rape me.”
Kon sucks in a shaky breath, his pupils blown wide with arousal.
“There you go,” he says in a reverent tone, like he can’t believe Tim is trusting him this much. He pushes inside ever so slowly, still caressing Tim with his warm hands. The pressure from his TTK around Tim’s neck vanishes. “Was that so hard?”
“It’s so big,” Tim sobs, more tears slipping free, and Kon looks at him with unadulterated wonder. Tim’s chest is tight with emotion, his stomach twisting in arousal as his dick starts to harden again in earnest. “You’re going to hurt me.”
“Only because that’s how you like it, baby,” Kon says. “Because you’re a perfect little doll for me, right? And this is all you’re good for.”
He snaps his hips forward in a hard thrust, bottoming out inside Tim.
Tim cries out in pleasure, his arm reflexively wrapping around Kon’s shoulders. Kon pulls him closer then, folding Tim in half so he can lean down and kiss along his jaw.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Kon says, driving his hips forward in hard thrusts.
“Kon,” Tim whimpers.
Kon pulls back to look his boyfriend in the eye. Tim blinks away his tears enough to see Kon clearly, and then pulls him down for a kiss. It’s hard and wet but somehow Kon is still so gentle with him.
“Please,” Tim says when they break away. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Kon rasps, his breath hitching. “Don’t use my favorite little hole to get off?”
Tim nods. “Please don’t fuck me harder.”
Kon huffs a laugh and does as Tim asks, snapping his hips harder. Tim already knows he’s going to have hand-shaped bruises tomorrow, and the thought sends a pleasurable shiver down his spine.
“You like that? Like being my own personal fucktoy?”
“Yes,” Tim admits, reaching to wrap a hand around himself.
Kon’s TTK quickly pins that arm to the bed. He adjusts his hold on Tim, drawing him even closer as he fucks him hard and deep.
Tim can’t help moans escaping him, the soft ah, ah, ahs that Kon punches from his chest with each thrust. He feels like he’s on fire, he’s so turned on. He’ll have no problem coming again if Kon keeps going like this.
“Please don’t kiss me,” Tim whispers, and Kon does that, too. Tim sucks on his tongue, moaning into his mouth.
Kon’s thrusts don’t falter, even as he pulls back and glances down at the point where their bodies are joined. His brow furrows in concentration, and Tim can’t believe how sexy he is.
“Please don’t come in me,” Tim begs.
Kon moans loudly, eyes falling shut.
“Yeah, baby? You sure you don’t—” Kon’s breath hitches, along with the rhythm of his hips. “Don’t want me to fill you up? Pump you full of my come and use you like the little fuckdoll you are?”
“No, Kon, please don’t,” Tim goes on, Kon’s dirty talk and his own begging making him horny out of his mind. “Please, you can’t.”
“Come on my dick, babydoll,” Kon urges, fucking hard into Tim’s willing body. “I know you want to.”
Tim whimpers, fighting against the TTK keeping him from touching his neglected cock. Kon just pins down his other arm in response, sending a wave of arousal coursing through Tim’s core.
“C’mon, Timmy, you’re so good at this.” Kon pants, shutting his eyes again. Tim imagines he’s trying to hold back his own release. “So good at coming just from a cock up your ass. I know you love it, you little slut.”
“Kon!” Tim cries, his partner’s praise finally pushing him over the edge.
His second orgasm rushes through him, so intense it practically blinds him. He doesn’t even feel himself ejaculating—there’s just the searing burn of pleasure that rocks through his body, Kon’s dick still pounding into him only making it more intense.
Kon curses as he empties himself inside Tim a moment later, still holding his waist in a bruising grip.
The stillness that follows is marred by the blood rushing in Tim’s ears, and Kon’s heaving breaths. Tim takes in the sight above him—Kon’s sweaty hair and flushed cheeks and toned muscles—and feels immense satisfaction at the fact that he can give Superboy a workout.
His limbs tremble as he wraps Kon up in a hug, pulling him down on top of him.
“Fuck,” Kon mutters, still breathing deep. He pulls out and Tim can feel his come dripping out of his hole slowly after.
Tim makes an involuntary, desperate noise and hugs Kon tighter. Kon gathers him into his arms and kisses his cheek.
“You good, babydoll?”
Tim nods against his shoulder. He feels relaxed and undone, pulled apart like a piece of taffy. The exhaustion from earlier rears its ugly head, ready to pull Tim into unconsciousness.
He presses a kiss to Kon’s neck. “I love you.”
“I love you so fuckin’ much,” Kon responds. He slides halfway off of Tim, sitting up on his elbow. “Was that…okay?”
Tim’s eyes fall shut and he feels a lazy smile spread over his lips. “Super okay. So good. Came so hard.”
“And now we’re onto caveman sentences.”
Tim feels Kon pull away from him, but he returns a moment later and starts cleaning Tim off with tissues.
Tim forces his eyes open. “Did you like it?”
“Did I—? Jesus, Timmy.”
Kon settles against the pillows, pulling Tim into his arms. Tim rests against his chest, cuddling against his side. It’s a struggle to stay awake—Kon is impossibly warm.
“I loved it. That was like, seriously hot.”
“M’glad,” Tim mumbles.
“And you liked it too?”
“Mhm,” Tim confirms, barely nodding his head. “Felt so nice and safe. And your cock is so good.” He interrupts himself with a yawn. “And now I can sleep.”
“You’re so cute,” Kon says, but Tim is too tired to respond.
He nuzzles into the space between Kon’s neck and shoulder, settling his left leg between his thighs.
“Thank you Aladdin,” Kon mutters. He can’t tell if Tim snores or laughs in response.