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A collar.
Kon had fucking bought him a cat collar, one that has a mini bell on it.
A cat collar.
“Kon…” Tim started, unsure what to even say or think. “We— don’t even have a cat?”
The man himself just stared at him like it was a perfectly normal thing to do— gifting your boyfriend a literal cat collar.
“Well, you act like one,” Kon replied as he shrugged nonchalantly. “Thought it would suit you, a lot.”
Tim sputtered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. He surely doesn't act like a cat, does he? Sure, he loves curling up to Kon, nuzzling him and humming in contentment but that doesn't mean he acts like a cat, right?
He scoffed, tearing his gaze away from the black, velvet collar. “I don’t act like a cat,” Tim denied, though he could feel his neck flushing.
“Sure you don't,” Kon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, chuckling as he placed a chaste peck on the corner of his lips. “Well, I have to go. I’ll see you when I get back, okay?”
Tim blinked, still in shock by the absurdity of the situation. He hadn't noticed the slight shift in Kon’s expression as he stood up, looking way too casual for someone who just handed a cat collar to his boyfriend.
“I—” Tim started, but his brain hadn't even rebooted yet, fumbling over his words. “Wait, Kon, you can’t just—”
The asshole threw him a playful wink, already halfway to the door. “You’d look cute in it, trust me,” Kon teased, his voice playful. “I’ll be back soon, don’t worry, kitty.”
Tim froze, his face going from flushed to outright red. “Get out!”
He could hear Kon’s laughter as he left, leaving Tim alone with the godforsaken collar. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he glared at the collar like it had personally offended him. It probably did.
“Stupid Kon,” Tim muttered, hoping that Kon was listening to him right now.
The Gotham vigilante eyed the collar like it would grow a mouth and mock him or something. He nudged it with his finger and froze when the bell jingled.
“What the fuck,” Tim breathed out, heat rising to his cheeks.
The bell was taunting him. He could feel it.
Maybe he could— no. Nope. No fucking way. Hell no. Over his dead body. Tim was not touching that collar nor was he going to use it. He’ll just give it to Damian for Alfred the Cat.
But… hypothetically… if he tried it on for a second, it wouldn't mean anything, right?
Just a quick test. A really quick one. A curiosity check. Nothing more.
Tim sighed deeply, eyes darting around as if to confirm that he was alone and no Kons were lurking around. He grabbed the collar, thumbing over the soft velvet.
Objectively, the collar was high quality. The velvet itself was a giveaway. It was smooth and soft, and the little silver bell attached was small but sturdy. It didn't look cheap at all.
Because of course Kon would buy something stupidly expensive just to tease him.
Rolling his eyes, Tim loosened the buckle and— hesitated.
He caught the reflection of himself in the dark TV screen and glared at it.
Just one second. One quick second.
Tim took a deep breath as he slipped the collar around his neck and buckled it loosely.
Jingle.
He immediately stiffened.
Jingle-jingle.
Tim experimentally tilted his head.
Jingle.
The sound of the bell had him turning red as the thought of Kon fucking him with the collar on popped into his head, causing a whimper to slip out of his lips.
Tim froze. He did not just think about that, did he? Fuck— stupid Kon, stupid boyfriend, stupid collar. Most importantly, fuck Kon.
This was a trap. Definitely a trap. A well-calculated, perfectly executed trap. And Tim had walked right into it.
Because Kon knew. Knew that Tim would get curious. Knew that he couldn't resist trying it on. Knew he’d get flustered by the idea of it. Knew exactly how to get under his skin in the most insufferably hot way possible.
And now? Now Tim was stuck with the knowledge that the dumb collar was stupidly comfortable, looked obscenely good, and jingled everytime he moved.
Jingle.
Tim twitched. His eye actually twitched.
Nope. Absolutely fucking not.
With the speed of a seasoned vigilante, Tim yanked the collar off and chucked it across the room like it had burned him. It landed with an innocent jing-jing that only had his body burning hotter.
He needed to dispose of it. Burn it. Bury it. Borrow one of Jason’s guns and shoot it. Make it explode. Just— anything to get rid of it.
But before Tim could make a move, his phone buzzed.
And oh, look! It was none other than that asshole who gave him the collar.
Kon: how’s my pretty kitty doing? 😘
Tim hated him.
Tim: blocked. reported. handing the collar to alfred the cat as we speak.
The three dots appeared immediately.
Kon: aw, don’t be like that, kitty. you’re still staring at it, aren't you?
Tim scowled.
Tim: first of all, stop calling me kitty. secondly, go to hell.
Kon: no can do, kitty. and only if you come with me. 😏
Throwing his phone onto the couch, Tim crossed his arms and flopped backwards with an exasperated groan. He really hated Kon.
The worst part, though?
Kon was right.
Tim was still staring at it— contemplating.
Honestly, the reason why Kon decided to get Tim a collar was just to see how his boyfriend would react. A gag gift, if you will. But he knows that Tim wouldn't like it, let alone wear it.
Kon was sure that the moment he gets home, Tim would either greet him with a flustered rant or a silent treatment because when Tim sulks, he sulks.
So he didn't expect a thing when he got home after a long day with the family, wanting to curl up against his boyfriend and just sleep.
That was until a faint sound of jingling greeted his ears as soon as he stepped into the apartment.
Huh. What was Tim doing to the poor collar?
Kon raised an eyebrow, the sound of jingling growing louder as he stepped further into the apartment. He’s expecting Tim to try to stab it with a batarang or toss it to the side with a sigh.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and the sound was coming from inside. He stepped closer, curiosity piquing. Then, he heard it again.
Jingle.
And that was when Kon saw him.
He froze in the doorway, his brain shutting down as he took in the sight in front of him.
Sprawled on the bed, propped on his elbows with legs slightly bent was Tim— wearing nothing but the collar.
Oh, and cat ears. And a tail. And thigh-high stockings.
Kon had to grip the doorframe. Hard.
He’s pretty sure he accidentally broke it.
Tim’s face was red but expectant, and Kon could feel the mix of embarrassment and nervousness radiating from his boyfriend. His head tilted slightly, making the bell jingle again, drawing Kon’s eyes straight to the collar wrapped around his throat.
“...Holy shit,” Kon finally managed, stepping into the room and letting the door shut behind him, heat coiling in his guts as blood rushed down to his dick.
He watched as Tim’s throat bobbed, causing the bell to jingle again as his hands gripped the sheets beneath him.
Fuck.
Kon swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as his gaze dragged over every sinful inch of Tim. The black velvet collar sat snugly around his throat, the silver bell gleaming under the dim lights, taunting him with every jingle. His flushed skin contrasted beautifully with the dark thigh-high stockings clinging to his smooth legs, the lace trim biting into soft flesh. And then there was the tail— black, fluffy, and attached to a plug that had Kon’s brain short-circuiting.
His hands clenched at his sides, fingers twitching as he fought the overwhelming urge to touch. To grab. To ruin. He had to literally stop himself from pouncing on his boyfriend right there and then like a predator.
Tim shifted under his heated stare, his thighs pressing together almost shyly and instinctively, and Kon caught the way his breath hitched. He was nervous— but there was something else. Something teasing.
“You—” Kon licked his lips, unable to tear his gaze away from Tim as he slowly stepped closer, savouring the way Tim tensed before forcing himself to relax. “You’re gonna kill me, kitty.”
Tim actually whimpered, shifting slightly which caused the bell to jingle. “I— I thought I’d, um. Try it out.”
Kon’s brain short-circuited once again. “Try it out?” He echoed, his voice came out rough, half a growl, and Tim shivered. “Like this?”
Tim’s Adam apple bobbed against the snug collar as he visibly swallowed hard. “Y-yeah,” he said, voice quieter and shy now. “Figured… it'd be a waste to not— not try it with the full get up.”
Jingle-jingle.
The soft sound cut through the air as Tim shifted again, and Kon’s restraint nearly snapped in half.
“So you dressed up for me, huh?” He asked, his voice low as he closed the final gap between them, one knee pressing into the mattress beside Tim’s thigh. He reached out, running his fingers along the velvet collar, tracing its edge where it met the soft, warm skin of Tim’s throat.
Tim sucked in a breath, and Kon could feel his pulse thrumming under his fingers. He didn't pull away though— if anything, Tim tilted his chin up slightly, just enough that Kon knew he was doing it on purpose. “I never said it was for you,” he muttered, the pink hue on his cheeks deepening.
A chuckle escaped from his lips as Kon dragged his fingers down the delicate line of Tim’s throat, savouring the way Tim trembled beneath his touch. “Oh?” He teased, leaning in until his lips were just a breath away from brushing against Tim’s. “Then who else would you dress up for, kitty?”
His boyfriend let out something suspiciously close to a purr. “I hate you,” Tim breathed out, and Kon could see the way his hands twitched against the sheets, as if holding himself back from reaching out.
Kon grinned against his jaw, nipping lightly before whispering, “No, you don’t.”
Jingle.
Tim’s breath came quicker, and when Kon’s hands finally drifted lower— gripping his hips and holding him flushed against his hard-on, Tim let out the softest, most intoxicating noise Kon had ever heard.
And just like that, Kon was gone.
“Fuck, Tim,” he groaned, pressing him down into the mattress, pressing feather-light kisses to the most sensitive skin of Tim’s neck, just below the collar, creating a soft sound of jingle. “You have no idea what you just did.”
Tim whimpered. “I think I have some idea—”
Kon nipped his pulse point, cutting him off, feeling satisfied when his pulse jumped beneath his lips and causing Tim’s back to arch slightly. “Yeah?” He teased, grazing his teeth against the sensitive spot. “Then you know I’m not letting you out of this bed anytime soon, right?”
Tim shivered, his hands flying up to grip Kon’s shoulders. “Yeah,” he breathed, and fuck, Kon was already addicted and obsessed with this.
The bell jingled again when Kon’s lips trailed lower and lower, and Tim made a tiny, breathless sound— one that Kon was going to hear on repeat in his head for the rest of his life.
Kon smirked against his skin.
Time to make his kitty purr.
“God, Tim, you look so good like this,” Kon breathed out, trailing Tim’s inner thigh with kisses, causing his boyfriend to squirm. “All for me to see.”
“Possessive much?” Tim teased, chuckling softly as he buried his fingers into Kon’s hair. He decided to sink his teeth into the soft flesh as a response, drawing a loud gasp from his boyfriend.
Kon soothed the red mark with his tongue, pressing a few more kisses to Tim’s thigh. “Does that answer the question, kitty?” He muttered against Tim’s skin, trailing kisses upwards to his neglected, leaking cock.
Tim’s fingers tightened around his hair as he let out a whimper, his cock twitching beneath his lips.
Kon smirked against his skin as his hands roamed over Tim’s beautiful body. He took his time to tease him, to worship him, making Tim melt beneath his touch. He had Tim exactly where he wanted him— writhing, breathless and pliant.
But despite himself, Kon begrudgingly pulled away from Tim, making the smaller man whine in protest. “Just a second, kitty,” Kon assured, placing a chaste peck on the corner of his lips.
He quickly stripped off his clothes before settling back between Tim’s parted thighs, his hands immediately finding their way to Tim’s waist. His thumbs brushed over the soft skin, and Kon took the moment to just look at him— flushed, breathless, the collar snug around his neck, the bell jingling softly with every little movement.
Fuck.
“I wish I could take a picture of you,” he murmured low as he leaned in to mark Tim’s chest, letting his lips linger for a moment before pulling away again to admire his boyfriend again. “You’re perfect, Tim. So fucking perfect.”
Tim squirmed slightly under his touch, eyes fluttering close for a moment as he let out a shaky breath. “Please, sir.”
Kon froze.
Did Tim just—?
His brain literally stopped working and he almost forgot how to breathe because of just one simple word that Tim had slipped out. Sir.
Kon pulled away just slightly, watching how Tim’s face turned even more red as he seemed to realise what he had just said.
“Sir?” Kon repeated softly, almost to himself, the word resonating deep within him. The way Tim had said it, so soft, and so… submissive, had stirred something in Kon— something primal, something possessive. His body reacted instantly, heat pooling low in his stomach and he couldn't help but to groan.
Tim’s face was now even redder than before as he avoided Kon’s gaze. “I— I didn’t mean to—” he stuttered, his breath hitching. “It just… slipped.”
“Slipped,” he echoed, his voice low and rough as he pressed Tim further into the mattress, practically caging him. “So you’ve been thinking about it, huh?”
“I—” Tim whimpered, squirming beneath him, making the bell jingle between them. “I didn't mean to,” he repeated, weakly.
Kon chuckled darkly, leaning in to brush his lips against Tim’s. “Are you sure? Because it sure didn't sound like that to me,” he muttered, staring into Tim’s hazy blue eyes. “Tell me the truth, kitty. Have you thought about it? About… submitting to me?”
Jingle.
He watched as Tim visibly swallowed, followed by a shy, hesitant nod. “I have,” Tim breathlessly admitted, the flush on his cheeks deepening.
Fuck. Tim was never the one to submit— even in bed. He was the leader of the Titans, one of Gotham’s vigilantes, someone who was untouchable.
And here he was, willing to submit to Kon.
He doesn't know if it was because of the collar or because of the teasing he’d been doing all night but Kon wasn't complaining— if Tim wanted this, he’s gonna give it to him.
“Fuck, Tim,” Kon groaned, capturing Tim’s lips into a heated, bruising kiss. Tim responded back just as eagerly and desperately, his nails digging into Kon’s back.
Kon’s fingers traced along Tim’s throat where the collar sat, causing his lips to part in a gasp. Taking the chance, he slipped his tongue into Tim’s mouth, deepening the kiss. It was messy, urgent, possessive but it was everything they wanted.
He pulled back briefly to trail kisses down his neck, marking him, claiming Tim in a way that no one but he could.
Kon wanted to take his time savouring Tim, wanted to make sure that he knew what he was asking for— but damn, Tim was so responsive. His back arched, leaning into Kon’s touch as he left a trail of marks down his neck, his collarbone. Each soft gasp, each hitch of breath had only spurred him on. He wanted more. He needed more.
His hands slid lower, brushing over Tim’s chest, teasing his nipples just to hear the way Tim’s breath stuttered.
“Tim,” Kon breathed out, voice husky as he pulled away to meet Tim’s raw and desiring gaze. “Tim— say it again,” he demanded softly, his thumb brushing over Tim’s swollen lips. “Say it again and I’ll give you everything you want.”
“Sir,” his boyfriend sweetly called out, and he shivered. God, Tim was definitely killing him. “Sir— can I… suck you off? Please?”
The image of Tim kneeling in between his legs, taking down his entire dick that will definitely cause a bulge against his collared throat had Kon groaning with need. “Of course you can, kitty. You’ve been a good boy,” he grunted, switching their position.
As Tim slipped off the bed, his bell jingled softly at every move. His beautiful boyfriend sat himself in between his legs, looking up at him with those lustful blue eyes that had captivated Kon since forever.
“Fuck, you're so pretty, Tim,” Kon breathed out as he reached out, practically petting Tim like a cat. “All for me. You're mine, Tim.”
Tim whimpered, seemingly melting under his words but that didn't stop him from nuzzling his face against Kon’s erection. He groaned softly, his fingers tightening around Tim’s hair.
Slowly and deliberately, Tim gives a long, slow lick up his length from base to tip, drawing a groan from him. Tim’s tongue was warm and wet, and deliciously so.
Tim wasted no time, taking him all the way until Kon was hitting the back of his throat, causing a surprise moan from him. “Shit, kitty. You couldn't wait, could you?” Kon muttered low. “Couldn't wait for sir’s milk, huh?”
Clearly intoxicated by his words, his kitty whined around him, the vibrations around his dick caused his hips to jerk instinctively into Tim’s throat.
Jingle-jingle-jingle.
The sound of the bell had Kon’s pupils dilating, breaking any restraint Kon had left. All he wanted to do was to ruin his boyfriend. “Fuck, Tim,” Kon growled, thrusting into Tim’s throat. “You should wear the collar everytime you suck me off.”
Tim whimpered, staring up at him with tears in his eyes as he took everything Kon gave him. Fuck, Tim’s fucking perfect and all his to break.
His kitty easily swallowed around him, his throat tightening as Kon thrusted deeper, loving the way the bell on Tim’s collar jingled at every thrust.
Perks of being a Bat— gag reflexes were practically non-existent.
It took a few long hard thrusts for Kon to finally spill into Tim’s throat with a moan, holding his boyfriend’s head in place. Tim let out a pleased, satisfied hum as he swallowed Kon’s cum, a soft jingle following his movements.
“Such a good kitty,” Kon praised as he allowed Tim to pull away and catch his breath. He lifted his chin, brushing his thumb over Tim’s beautiful swollen lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Tim nodded frantically, his hands twitching where they were resting on Kon’s thighs, his breath shallow. “P-please sir,” he begged hoarsely. “Please fuck me.”
“On all fours, baby,” Kon demanded softly, patting the empty spot next to him while gently pulling Tim up. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard, just how you like it.”
Tim let out a noise that sounded like a purr again, climbing onto the bed and getting into position.
Kon felt himself getting hard again as he stared at the tail that was connected to a plug, keeping his kitty nicely stretched. Fuck, did Tim just had it lying around somewhere?
“Sir,” his kitty whined, wiggling his ass impatiently, causing the bell to jingle, drawing a groan to slip out from Kon. “Please hurry…”
“Patience, kitty,” he murmured low, squeezing Tim’s plush butt as he grabbed the lube that was laid next to the pillows, no doubt Tim’s doing.
Kon squeezed the lube into his hands, warming it up before covering his dick in it. He gently pulled off the plug despite wanting the tail to stay and Tim whimpered beneath him. The plug came out with a pop and he set it aside, pushing two fingers into Tim’s already stretched hole.
God, Tim was so warm around him, and despite the plug keeping him stretched out for however long he had kept it in, he was still tight.
“Tight…” Kon muttered absentmindedly, adding another finger to stretch Tim even further. His kitty could only sob as he pushed his hips back desperately to meet Kon’s fingers.
“I never said you could move, kitty,” Kon tutted, smacking his ass— hard. The bell jingled as Tim let out an abrupt, surprised moan, the pale skin was already turning red. Fuck.
His kitty trembled, undoubtedly trying to keep still as Kon stretched him further. As soon as he deemed okay, Kon let out a satisfied hum as he pulled his fingers out, wiping them against the sheets.
Jingle.
Tim turned to look at him over his shoulder, and Kon’s breath hitched at the sight. Unshed tears filled his blue eyes, lashes damp and lips slightly parted. His breaths came in soft, uneven pants, and his fingers curled around the sheets, trembling in anticipation. He’s so inviting.
Timothy Drake never failed to get him mesmerised.
A sense of satisfaction washed over him at how utterly wrecked Tim looked.
Kon was obsessed.
But before anything else— a check up first.
He shifted closer, trailing gentle fingers down Tim’s spine, watching as a shiver ran through him. “You okay, baby?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to Tim’s shoulder.
Tim let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Yeah,” he whispered, voice hoarse and barely above a breath.
“Do you need a break?” Kon asked softly, his fingers trailing down to his thighs, feeling the soft fabric of the thigh-high stockings.
Tim shook his head immediately, his hands tightening around the sheets. “No,” he said, firmly albeit a little shaky. Then a softer, needier— “Please.”
Kon exhaled sharply through his nose, pressing his forehead against Tim’s back. God, he was weak for this man. “Anything for you, kitty.”
He slowly lined himself up against Tim’s entrance, slowly pushing in. Kon’s unnaturally huge and despite all the times they have fucked, the sight of Tim sucking him in never failed to amaze him.
“You’re doing so good for me, kitty,” Kon muttered low as Tim mewled beneath him, his tears now spilling free as Kon pushed all the way in, causing an obvious bulge in his stomach. “Taking me so well.”
“Fu— ngh… sir— h-huge… ah— so deep…” his kitty blabbed, and oh. Tim’s absolutely fucked out, wasn't he?
Kon chuckled, low and rough as he shifted his hips, angling his dick right at Tim’s prostate. The man beneath him let out a loud cry, his back arching. “Do you need time, Tim?”
Desperately, Tim shook his head. “N-no, please. Fuck me, sir, please— pleasepleaseplease!”
Kon groaned, loving the way his kitty begged to be fucked. “Who am I to deny my kitty’s request when he asked so nicely?”
He pulled all the way out, only leaving the tip in before plunging deep into Tim, drawing something of a sob and scream from him.
You know, when Kon first bought the collar, he didn't really think much of it. He’d just thought it would look cute, something to tease Tim about later.
But now? Now it was driving him insane.
Every thrust, every shift of Tim’s body sent that soft jingling ringing through the air, mixing with the sounds of skin against skin, with Tim’s breathless moans. It was intoxicating.
Jingle.
Fuck. The way it punctuated every movement, every snap of his hips, sent a thrill down Kon’s spine. It was a constant reminder— Tim wearing it for him, submitting to him, letting Kon take him apart completely.
Jingle.
Kon’s grip tightened on Tim’s hips, his pace quickening as he chased that sound, as if each little chime was urging him on. He wanted to hear more of it, to keep moving, to make the bell sing for him.
Jingle-jingle.
Kon groaned, leaning over to press a kiss to the nape of Tim’s neck, feeling the vibrations of his gasping breaths. “God, I love that sound,” he murmured against his skin, thrusting harder just to hear it again, along with Tim’s moans. “Music to my fucking ears.”
Tim’s back arched deliciously against Kon’s as he drove deeper, making sure that he’d hit exactly at the right spot. His hand sneaked down to Tim’s neglected cock, jerking him off to the pace of his hips.
“Cum— gonna cum— mmmh… sir—” Tim mewled, his body trembling and Kon could feel the way his body tightened beneath him.
“Cum for me, kitty,” Kon grunted, quickening his pace.
The warmth around his dick tightened as Tim came with a sharp cry, his back arching beautifully as the bell jingled softly. It didn't take long for Kon to paint Tim’s guts white.
Jingle.
God, that sound was going to drive him insane.
Kon let out a slow, shuddering breath, feeling heat coil low in his stomach again— already stirring, already ready for more. He wasn't sure if it was because of his Kryptonian physiology or because he was absolutely addicted to the way the bell chimed with every movement Tim made.
Jingle.
Tim shifted beneath him, still panting, still trembling, and the soft sound rang out again, teasing, tempting. Kon groaned, gripping Tim’s waist a little tighter.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against Tim’s shoulder. “You hear that, kitty?” He rolled his hips experimentally, just enough to make the bell jingle again. “I think it's calling for another round.”
Tim let out a breathy, exhausted laugh, turning his head slightly to mumble, “You’re insatiable.”
Kon grinned against his skin. “Can you blame me?”
Jingle.
Yeah. He was never getting tired of that.
Tim was exhausted.
Boneless, thoroughly fucked, absolutely sore in the best way possble and still slightly dazed, he lay sprawled across the bed, his breath evening out as he blinked up at the ceiling. His body felt like it had melted into the mattress, completely limp, except the occasional twitch in his thighs whenever Kon absentmindedly ran his fingers over them.
They lasted five rounds. Five. All because Kon was a hornydog who couldn't stop because of the bell.
Speaking of—
Cat ears? Gone.
Tail? Gone.
Thigh-high stockings? Gone.
The only thing left on Tim was the stupid damn collar and he had half a mind to yank it off— only if he had the strength to lift his arms.
Kon, of course, looked completely satisfied with himself. He lay next to him, propped up on an elbow, grinning down at Tim like the Cheshire Cat. Smug. So, unbearably and infuriatingly smug. His fingers danced lazily along Tim’s stomach, tracing small, soothing circles.
“You okay there, kitty?” Kon asked, warm and teasing, unlike the Kon he had to witness a few seconds ago.
Tim could only groan tiredly and glare weakly at his boyfriend. “Don’t.”
Kon chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly. “You started it. And don't get me started on you calling me sir.”
He groaned, shifting just enough so he could bury his face into Kon’s chest, nuzzling his face into it. “I didn't think you’d liked it that much.”
“Are you kidding? The tail? The stockings? The damn collar? You calling me sir?” Kon groaned, wrapping an arm around Tim’s waist and pulling him close, pressing a kiss to the top of Tim’s head. “Kitty, you nearly killed me.”
Tim grumbled against his chest, too tired to argue. “You have no self-control.”
Kon laughed, completely unapologetic. “Correction, I do. Just not when it comes to you.”
His cheeks flushed but he was too spent to react beyond a weak grunt. “Five rounds, Kon. Five.”
Tim didn't need to look at Kon to know that he looked pleased with himself. His tone already indicated it. “Yeah, and you took it like a champ.”
Tim mustered enough strength to smack his chest— though it was more of a pathetic tap than anything else to Kon. “I hate you.”
Kon only chuckled like the asshole he was, his arm tightening around him. “You love me.”
Unfortunately.
Tim sighed, finally pulling away to meet Kon’s gaze. He was still looking at him with that insufferable smugness but beneath it was something gentle, soft. Fonder. Like he couldn't quite believe Tim was real.
Kon’s fingers trailed absently along the edge of the collar where it sat snugly against his very bruised throat, and Tim swallowed hard at the way his expression darkened just slightly.
“I’m taking this off now,” he mumbled, making an attempt to reach up for the collar.
His boyfriend was faster though, catching his wrist before he could undo the buckle, his grip light but firm.
“Leave it,” Kon murmured, voice lower, rougher.
Tim’s breath hitched.
Kon smirked, his thumb brushing against his pulse point, where he could undoubtedly feel how fast it was racing.
“Just for a little while longer, kitty.”
Oh no.
Tim has created a monster.