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Most nights, Kon slept like a rock. It was one of his most handy qualities - no matter if he was sprawled out on fine, soft sheets or a forest floor littered with sharp rocks and pine needles, he could almost always pass out. Tonight, however, was proving to be the exception to that rule.
It had nothing to do with the setting. Tim, Bart and himself were all sprawled on a messy pile of cushions and blankets on Tim's apartment floor, the makeshift bed surprisingly comfortable considering the hardwood underneath. The TV was still on, though the old Wendy the Werewolf Stalker DVD had long since ended, leaving only the faint blue glow of the screensaver. It was the kind of environment that would usually knock Kon out in a couple of minutes, lulled to sleep by both the cozy setting and the reassuring presence of his best friends.
It was ironic, then, that his friends were proving to be the very thing keeping him awake.
Tim had fallen asleep miraculously fast, no doubt weighed down by one too many sleepless nights in the days before. It wasn't exactly unusual for Tim to be sleep-deprived, but it had seemed particularly bad tonight. His eyes had shut almost as soon as his head had hit the pillows, followed soon by a puddle of drool from the corner of his lips.
Kon had thought it was funny, even taking a few pictures on his phone before settling down next to him. What he hadn't been counting on was for Tim to end up rolling over, throwing his arm over Kon and settling his head directly on his chest.
Kon stared at the dark ceiling. He tried to focus on literally anything other than the boy lying on his chest; he had already given up trying to find interesting shapes in the popcorn ceiling, the exercise way too boring to actually distract him from Tim's presence.
He knew that he was being ridiculous. The two of them had been in far, far more compromising situations together, the superhero lifestyle lending itself to many awkward situations. But never before had he found Tim to be so damn… distracting.
Kon glanced down, forcing his breathing to stay even. Tim's face was soft in a way that it rarely was when he was awake, the usual lines of worry smoothed away. His eyelashes were long and dark against his pale skin, looking for all the world like he was wearing mascara. What was most distracting, though, were his lips. They looked impossibly plush, slightly parted and illuminated by the blue TV glow.
Kon wished he could kiss him.
He groaned quietly, covering his face with his hand. He should have just shoved Tim off of him ages ago, but he just… couldn't bring himself to do it. In his head, he justified it by saying that Tim clearly needed his rest and shouldn't be disturbed. But truth be told, every time he glanced back down at Tim, all he could think about was keeping Tim on him.
He always had been a sucker for a pretty face, and, well, he had been noticing Tim's pretty face a lot lately.
Something brushed against his ear, and Kon let his hand fall away from his face, turning to look that direction. He was greeted with the sight of gigantic yellow eyes staring directly back at him.
Kon very impressed with himself for not immediately screaming. Instead, he took a deep breath and calmly said "Jesus fucking christ, Imp."
"Hi." Bart smiled, and Kon's stomach dropped. He knew that smile well. That was the smile that meant Bart was planning something. "Having trouble sleeping?"
"Yep," Kon grunted. Whatever Bart wanted was not something that he wanted to get involved with. "I should probably keep working on that."
Bart nodded, but because he was so close, some of his long, brown hair ended up falling against Kon's face. It always surprised him how soft it was, considering that Bart seemed uninterested in even basic hair care. "A little hard to when there's a birdie on your chest, right?"
"Bart…" Kon said warningly. "Just - let him sleep, okay?"
To his surprise, Bart rolled his eyes. "No duh. But shouldn't you move him?"
Kon squirmed uncomfortably. "Yeah, but - what if I wake him up?"
Bart sat up, surveying the pair with quick, darting glances. "Why don't you just use your tactile telekinesis? Move him without even lifting a finger?"
Kon opened his mouth, then closed it. Bart had a good point. If he did it right, Tim wouldn't even be able to feel his TTK at all.
Of course, that didn't exactly solve the problem of Kon wanting Tim on him, but since Bart had noticed, the jig was basically up anyway. So he steeled himself, reaching out with his TTK, invisible threads of power carding across Tim's prone form.
Kon swallowed thickly, unable to stop himself from noticing how Tim felt through his powers. It was very different from touching him with his hands, or any other part of his body for that matter. With TTK, it felt like Kon's entire nervous system registered the warmth of Tim's skin, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the softness of the nerdy Wizards & Warlocks t-shirt he wore, the-
Kon froze. Underneath his basketball shorts, Kon could feel something that was - well - surely he was mistaken, right?
Barely breathing, he reached out with his TTK again, shivering as he let his power blanket Tim entirely. He didn't hold back at all, burrowing into every lock of hair, the slight gaps under Tim's fingernails, every ridge of his clothes.
Kon swallowed thickly. He hadn't been mistaken at all. He could feel, clear as day, that Tim was wearing a pair of lacy panties underneath his ratty old basketball shorts.
Unfortunately for him, Kon could immediately feel his heartbeat pick up, and the blood it was pumping was certainly not going anywhere productive. He breathed through his nose, chiding himself that he was being a huge pervert right now. If Tim wanted to wear lacy panties to a sleepover, that was perfectly fine. He was certainly allowed to. There was no law against it.
But why? Did he wear panties a lot? Kon certainly hadn't seen him in anything even close to lingerie before - they had seen each other half-dressed plenty of times, and Kon couldn't recall Tim ever wearing anything other than a binder and boxers. Was this a recent development? A dare, maybe?
If it was, it was a pretty bad dare. No one would have ever known if Kon hadn't touched.
Almost without thinking, Kon focused his TTK even more, creeping over the details of the panties. He could feel each ridge of the lace, the flecks of glitter that adorned the waistband, the tiny bow resting just above Tim's ass. As he explored further, Kon shuddered at the feeling of the silky fabric pulled taught over the slight swell of Tim's cunt, the way it bunched between Tim's muscular thighs, barely covering Tim's entrance.
Kon's mouth went dry as he realized how easy it would be to push inside. It would take no effort at all, really - with just a thought, he would be able to feel the grip of Tim's warm cunt, know exactly how it would feel to fill him up.
He was snapped out of his reverie by Bart clearing his throat loudly. Kon actually startled, face flushing as he realized that he had just been lying in silence for - god, probably way too long.
Bart leaned down, peering at Kon quizzically. Kon tried to school his expression into one that was something approximating normal, though the heat he felt in his cheeks and ears probably meant he wasn't doing a very good job.
"Whatchu doin'?" Bart asked, sounding perfectly innocent.
"Just - trying to make sure I don't wake him up." Kon said, trying to keep his tone even.
"You're taking an awfully long time."
Kon's face flushed further. "Yeah, well - I'm just being - look, why does it matter anyway? You should be going to sleep too, y'know."
Bart completely ignored him, leaning further down until his face was once again startlingly close to Kon's own. When he talked, his breath was warm on Kon's face.
"Is something distracting you?" he asked.
Kon stared at him. Was he…? Did he know? Maybe he had put Tim up to this in the first place as some kind of prank - though if he had, Kon was struggling to see the punchline.
"What do you mean?"
Bart hummed thoughtfully, resting his hand on Kon's stomach as he sat back up. Even through Kon's tank-top, he could feel the intense warmth that always seemed to radiate off of Bart, and it made his skin prickle.
"I was wondering if you noticed Timmy's choice in underwear."
Okay. So he had put Tim up to this, somehow. Kon was a little incredulous that Tim would agree to do something so dumb, but it was the only thing that made sense. Kon's face screwed up in annoyance, and he brushed Bart's hand off of his stomach. "Ha-ha. Very funny. You got me."
To his surprise, Bart just frowned, this time putting his hand on top of Kon's own. "It's not a joke."
"It's… not?"
"No." With his other hand, Bart tugged down the waistband of Tim's basketball shorts until they were resting just beneath the swell of his ass.
Kon startled, mouth falling open in surprise. He felt like he missed something - something that would explain what the hell Bart was doing. But even still, he couldn't stop himself from staring at the revealed skin, eyes lingering on the panties.
They were a silky black, a sharp contrast to Tim's pale skin. The details were hard to make out in the darkness of the room, but Kon could tell that they were slightly sheer, the lace creating a tantalizing pattern across Tim's cute ass.
Shit. He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts back in order - he could not just be ogling Tim, especially when he was literally asleep. "Dude." He snapped, taking a shaky breath in. "You can't fucking - strip people like that!"
"Why not?" Bart suddenly smiled, his wide grin looking distinctly menacing. "He wore them for you."
Kon felt all the air leave his lungs, eyes widening almost comically. Bart seemed not to notice, instead tapping his chin pseudo-thoughtfully. "Well, technically I asked him to wear them for you. I know how much you like cute shit like this."
Without warning, Bart suddenly grabbed a handful of Tim's ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough that Tim made a confused noise in his sleep. Kon's eyes were glued to the way the panties rode up with the movement, exposing even more of Tim's skin.
"I don't understand." Kon said weakly, watching rapturously as Bart continued to knead Tim's ass. Tim kept letting out little groans that were going straight to Kon's dick - whatever chance he had of not popping a boner was long gone, and he could feel his hardness pressing against the confines of his sleep pants.
"You don't?" Bart giggled, his tone perfectly innocent even as he groped Tim's sleeping form. Kon could see Bart's dick pressing against the inseam of his tiny red running shorts. He was getting hard too, and Kon's heart pounded in his chest. He had never really thought about Bart like that before, but it suddenly hit him how hot he looked. His hair was a wild halo of brown tangles, lean muscles taught as he angled his hips down, properly grinding against Tim's ass. Kon felt almost paralyzed by his stare, the way he looked hungry.
"It's pretty simple, honestly. When you agreed to our little sleepover, I told Tim that he should wear his cutest pair of panties so that you could finally stop being such a pussy and fuck him like you've been wanting to for months."
Bart leaned down once more, unnatural yellow eyes almost glowing in the dark room. "I know how bad you've been wanting him, Kon. You might think you're being subtle, checking him out, but I can see everything. Every tiny glance, every little bite of your lip, every time your gaze lingers on his cute ass - no matter how fast you think you're being, I can always, always tell."
Tim let out a breathy moan, and when Kon glanced down, he couldn't stop himself from gasping. Bart had pulled Tim's underwear to the side, exposing his cunt. As Kon looked, he crooked a finger, sliding it into Tim's pussy in one deft motion. His wrist twitched as he slowly began to piston his finger in and out, making a slick sound that made Kon's head spin.
Even still, he managed to steel himself enough to grab Bart's wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Bart raised an eyebrow, cocking his head slightly.
"Stop it!" Kon shouted, though his voice came out shaky with adrenaline. "You can't - look, whatever you're trying to do, this is way too far. Tim is - he's asleep, and you can't just touch him like that!"
"Why not? I do it all the time." Bart's hand vibrated out of Kon's grip, which made Tim yelp with the sudden stimulation - even still, his eyes remained closed. "He loves it. Every time he takes a nap at the base, I fuck a few loads into him. Super-speed, of course, so nobody notices."
Bart rocked back, worming another finger inside of Tim's cunt. Tim shifted slightly, instinctively spreading his legs to accommodate the stretch. A slight blush was now painting his delicate features, and a line of drool was running from his pink lips.
It was maybe the hottest thing Kon had ever seen.
"Sometimes, I even wonder if he does it on purpose. Pushes himself so hard that he can't help but pass out all over the place. Have you ever noticed that? He'll just be sprawled over his laptop, at the meeting table, sometimes literally on the floor." Bart laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe he gets off on the idea that we'll get caught. I think he does, because after I fuck him in wherever dumb place he fell asleep, he always whines so cutely when he wakes up. He tells me how sore I usually leave him, how he has to crawl off to the showers and rub one out even though he's aching."
Kon shivered, at the mental image of Tim jerking off at the base, left desperate after getting used. Almost subconsciously, his TTK bloomed around him, enveloping Tim in that ethereal touch. He couldn't stop the way he felt Bart's fingers sliding inside him, and he allowed himself to be tugged deeper, Tim's walls fluttering around the telekinetic touch.
Bart's fingers were pumping in and out of his cunt with reckless abandon, slightly faster than what was humanly possible. Kon groaned at the feeling, head falling back as he felt the way Tim's walls twitched at the intrusion, practically clinging to his fingers.
"It's not just when he's asleep, either." Bart continued, his tone almost conversational. "Sometimes, when I get really pent up, I'll just run him off to a corner and shove his tights down his knees. He really likes that - he has no idea what I did until it's all over, and suddenly he's halfway across the base dripping cum onto the floor. Most of the time, I'm long gone before he notices - but once in a while I like to stick around and watch him figure out exactly what happened. It's so cute. He gets all mad sometimes, but most of the time he just gets himself off right there. I can't believe you've never caught him like that, fingering his messy cunt and moaning like a whore."
"Fuck," Kon whined. He used his TTK to squeeze his cock, length twitching against the invisible touch. He was so hard that he had started to drip precum into his underwear - he had never gotten this turned on without anyone actually touching him. The thought made him feel dirty; but there was no way he could make himself stop.
"I knew you'd like that." Bart sighed, sliding another finger into Tim's entrance. At this point, Tim was wet enough that Kon could both hear and feel it, slick easing the glide of Bart's movements. "I bet you wish you were inside him right now, that you were the one pulling his panties to the side and filling him up." He paused, a shadow of something passing over his face. "But you're going to have to wait your turn."
There was a sudden whirlwind of movement, too fast for even Kon to process. One moment he was lying on his back, and the next he was sitting up, back pressed against the couch. Bart was kneeling in front of him, holding Tim tightly his chest.
Blinking away the rush of disorientation, Kon gasped as he realized that Bart had already pushed his dick into Tim's cunt, hips rabbiting forward as he fucked Tim ruthlessly. Tim whimpered, his eyes finally fluttering open as he woke up. Kon felt his stomach swoop as Tim locked eyes with him, looking startled as he processed what was happening.
"Oh - fuck," Tim gasped, twitching as Bart snaked a hand around his body, rubbing tight circles around his erect clit, which was pressing against the panties. Kon had the sudden, intense thought that he wanted to suck Tim's cock through the silky fabric.
Kon moaned, once again enveloping his cock with his telekinesis as he watched Bart's cock plunge in and out of Tim, over and over again. He was so hard that he felt like he was going to pass out, heartbeat impossibly loud in his ears.
Bart pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to Tim's neck before biting down hard enough to make Tim shriek. Bart giggled, glancing up at Kon.
"I love biting him when I fuck him slow." Kon didn't think that Bart's monstrous pace counted as slow - but to Bart, this must be practically teasing. "He gets so fucking tight."
Bart bit Tim again, and Tim let out a whine, hands scrabbling uselessly at Bart's arms as he tried to ground himself. Clearly, it wasn't working, because Tim seemed almost completely lost in pleasure - he was struggling to keep himself upright, entire body shaking as Bart filled him.
Bart rucked Tim's shirt up, giving Kon an unobstructed view of Tim's lean stomach and small tits, bouncing obscenely with each thrust. Kon moaned again, scooting forward slightly and resting his hand on Tim's thigh.
Tim shivered at the touch, gaze once again flicking up to meet Kon's.
"You look so fucking hot," Kon blurted out, feeling almost silly at the admission. Tim looked caught off-guard too, the tips of his ears turning the same pink as his face.
Bart nuzzled his face against Tim's neck fondly. The gesture made Kon's stomach flutter unexpectedly. The sweetness was out of place with how rough Bart had been just seconds before. "I told you he'd like the underwear."
Tim let out a huff that might've been a laugh - he was too breathless to do much more. "He would - like basically anything - in lingerie."
"That's not true." Kon protested, sitting up and - before he could lose his cool - pressing a kiss to Tim's soft lips.
This was not exactly how Kon had been picturing his first kiss with Tim, but a thrill still ran through him at the gentle touch. Tim's mouth was soft, slightly damp with the drool that he hadn't been able to wipe away.
Before Kon could start doubting himself, Tim wrapped his arms around Kon's shoulders, tilting his head as he kissed him back. Kon groaned at the swipe of Tim's tongue against his lips, and he opened his mouth easily, letting Tim lick his way inside.
Tim's mouth tasted vaguely like toothpaste and the pizza they had ordered in. He kissed slowly, the swipes of his tongue deliberate and sensual, as though he was thinking about every movement he made before he did it. There was something about it that made Kon feel strangely emotional, and he held Tim tightly as they made out.
He pulled away after a few seconds, Tim letting out a whimper as Bart continued to fondle him roughly. He had paused the movement of his hips, though he was still pressed deep inside Tim's cunt. As Kon looked, he felt his mouth go dry at when he saw the copious slick running down Tim's thighs, the shine of it impossibly tantalizing. When he looked back up, he saw Bart staring at him with a smug smile, as though he was getting exactly what he wanted.
Something about it irritated Kon, and he grabbed Bart's chin, tapping into his own super-speed to smash their mouths together roughly. Bart's shoulders jumped in surprise, and Kon felt a twinge of satisfaction in catching Bart off-guard.
Bart nipped lightly at his lip before pulling back. He laughed, shaking his messy hair out of his face. "You don't have to kiss me, too."
Kon frowned. "But I want to."
It was true - Kon might not feel the same way that about Bart that he did with Tim, but he still loved him. And god, he may have not known it before tonight, but seeing this other side of Bart made him want him too.
Bart still didn't look convinced, but when Kon leaned back in, he didn't pull away.
It was incredible how different Bart's mouth felt - his lips were thinner and perpetually chapped. Even still, Kon felt warm as he kissed Bart, that warmth turning into hunger as Bart grew impatient and shoved his tongue past Kon's lips.
Kon groaned as Bart filled his mouth, tongue quick and unrelenting. Unsurprisingly, kissing him felt like kissing a tornado - overwhelming and impossible to follow. Kon just clung onto Tim, groaning as Bart nipped at his mouth. He wished he could feel the real sharpness of his teeth - Bart certainly seemed to like it when Kon bit back, digging his teeth in just hard enough to make him yelp.
By the time Bart pulled away, Kon's mouth was damp with spit, and his heart was racing a mile a minute. Bart's lips were swollen, and Kon could even see the beginnings of a bruise forming on the skin under his mouth.
Shit. He hadn't meant to bite that hard. Kon reached out tentatively, brushing his thumb against Bart's chin. "Imp, I-"
Bart laughed before swatting his hand away. "You're a freak. I totally knew you were." He stuck out his tongue childishly, adjusting his grip on Tim's waist. Tim yelped as Bart suddenly snapped his hips forward, not hesitating to resume his breakneck pace. The obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room, skin slapping loudly.
Kon groaned, palming his cock through his shorts. Embarrassingly, he had gotten wet enough that he could actually feel a small damp patch on the fabric as he ground into the touch.
Bart watched him with a half-lidded gaze, a smile slowly spreading across his face as Kon bucked forward, moaning shamelessly. "Has anyone told you you're kind of cute?"
It should've been the kind of comment to piss him off - and knowing Bart, he probably was trying to get Kon angry. But instead, Kon let out a tiny whimper, hips twitching involuntarily.
That caught Bart's attention. He leaned forward, grin growing even wider. "You are cute. What a cute boy. So fucking desperate for it, huh? All it took was putting Timmy in a cute set of underwear and you start whimpering for it."
"Fuck off," Kon tried to protest, but his tone was far too breathy.
Bart cackled wickedly, suddenly hooking his arm underneath Tim's leg and hoisting it to his chest. Tim was, of course, super flexible - so he bent in half without effort, Bart really able to manhandle him. Tim yelped, face flushing even darker as he was exposed - at the new angle, Kon could clearly see Bart's cock sliding in and out of him, lacy panties damp with slick and -
Kon moaned as he realized that Bart had already come inside, white seed dripping in tiny pearls down Tim's flushed skin.
"I said you had to wait your turn, right? Well, here you go." Bart grinned, cocking his head to the side. Tim whined as Bart rubbed a lazy circle around his clit, grinding forward and making Tim take more of his dick. "You're cool with that, right Tim?"
Tim whined, and Kon could see the way he clenched up around Bart's cock, cunt fluttering. "God. Yeah, okay."
Bart pulled out abruptly, making Tim yelp from the sudden emptiness. The sound dissolved into a moan as Bart rubbed his clit in a quick, almost vibrating motion.
In an instant, Tim was laying on his back, legs splayed around Kon's knees. Kon flushed as he realized that Bart had manhandled Tim into being spread out for him. It was made even more obscene by Bart casually leaning against the coffee table, working his dick in short, fast strokes. "Alright. Go ahead and fuck him - you were the one who wanted to get to sleep soon, right?"
Tim groaned, shoulders shifting as he tried to adjust to the sudden change. Kon wondered how often Bart did that to him - flip him around as he pleased during sex, casual about using his body like a toy.
"Fuck, Tim." Kon grunted, wrapping his hands around Tim's waist and pulling him flush to his skin. His cock pressed against Tim's stomach, and Kon's eyes roved over his torso. His t-shirt had been rucked up to his chin, exposing the lean muscles of his stomach, a sharp contrast to his small, soft tits.
Kon enveloped Tim's skin in his TTK, using it to gently lift his hips up. Tim shivered as his entrance was pressed against Kon's cock, letting out a surprised gasp as Kon's telekinesis sank inside, forcing his cunt to spread open.
Kon bit his lip as he tilted his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock towards that tight heat. He felt so soft, muscles forced open by Kon's invisible touch. The thought of being in control of his body made Kon's head swim, and he panted openly.
He slowly thrusted forward, letting out a groan as his cock was enveloped in Tim's wet heat. Tim made a similar noise, skirting one of his hands up to rub at his clit.
"Fuck, you - feel so good." Tim panted, squirming slightly in Kon's hold.
There was a rush of air around him, and Kon startled at the sudden press of heat against his back. It took him a moment to realize that it was Bart, who quickly wrapped his arms around Kon's torso, gripping his chest with warm hands. Kon couldn't help but groan as he squeezed the soft skin, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples.
"Come on," Bart urged, tucking his face against Kon's back. His words were slightly muffled as he spoke. "Fuck him already. You're killing me."
Kon reached behind him, grabbing a fistful of Bart's hair. Bart tensed in surprise, letting out a yelp as Kon tugged at the soft locks. "Imp, be patient."
"Being patient is overrated." Bart grumbled, pressing himself fully against Kon's back. Kon moaned as Bart's cock pressed against his ass, Bart shamelessly grinding forward. "If I can't watch you fuck him, I'm just gonna use you to get off instead."
"Shit," Kon hissed, cock twitching as Bart adjusted his position until his dick was pressed between his cheeks. Bart rolled his hips up, moaning against Kon's skin. He was still slightly wet from Tim's slick and his own cum, and the glide made Kon throb.
Kon found himself inadvertently bucking forward from Bart's touch, moaning as he sank deeper into Tim's cunt. Underneath him, Tim squirmed, his thighs trembling as he was filled.
Bart seemed to notice, because he dug his fingernails into the skin of Kon's chest, grinding forward insistently. "Yeah, yeah, just like that."
There was something about Bart's desperation that felt infectious, and Kon couldn't stop himself from thrusting forward, beginning a slow rhythm as he began to fuck Tim in earnest.
Tim rolled his head back, hand working at his clit in fast circles. He was letting out quiet moans, soft pink lips parted in a perfect 'o'. They were cute sounds, but Kon found himself wanting more - he wanted to hear Tim scream like he did when Bart was fucking him fast enough to make him breathless.
So he furrowed his brow, concentrating as he sank his tactile telekinesis further inside of Tim, forcing him even further open. Tim's eyes flew open, gasping as his cunt was suddenly stretched.
Kon wasted no time, rearing back before thrusting forward, the rest of his cock sinking inside in one movement.
"Oh, fuck, Kon!" Tim whined, his free hand scrabbling at Kon's arm. "Feel so - fucking good."
"Yeah, you're such a good boy." Bart teased softly, slowing his grind to rub the head of his cock against Kon's hole. "Making our Timmy feel so good, right?"
Kon's head bobbed, his own obedience catching him off guard. "Yeah - yeah, yes, I want to."
He wanted to make Bart feel good, too. As Bart's cock pressed teasingly against Kon's entrance, the thought wouldn't leave him. He wanted to feel Bart inside, have his long cock split him open, feel his cum filling him up the way that he filled up Tim, over and over again.
Kon groaned, his pace picking up as he kept thrusting into Tim. The tight, wet heat of his pussy was almost enough to make him lose his concentration, especially when Tim's walls fluttered as he continued to jerk off his clit. Even still, he was able to reach his TTK around, pressing an invisible force inside of himself.
He moaned at the sensation - he had done this before, but it felt so much more intense now that there was an actual cock pressed against his hole. He widened the intrusion, hips rabbiting forward into Tim's cunt even as he spread himself open.
"Oh, shit." Bart hissed as the head of his cock slipped slightly inside of Kon. "Are you-?"
"Yeah. Yeah, yes, please." Kon moaned. Beneath him, Tim's eyes had fluttered open, and he was staring at Kon with an intense, needy look. "Fuck me, Bart - just, fucking use me-"
Bart clearly didn't need to be told twice. He pulled back from Kon, wrapping his hands firmly around Kon's hips and thrusting forward.
Kon yelped, not quite prepared enough for the sudden weight of Bart's cock inside him - but it wasn't like he could actually hurt him. Kon probably would've been more grateful for the perks of invulnerability if Bart hadn't immediately set a punishing pace, his dick driving deep enough into Kon that he could almost feel it in his throat.
He had never taken anything except his TTK up his ass, and the feeling of something real inside him was making Kon's head feel fuzzy. He moaned, rolling his hips back to messily try to meet Bart's thrusts.
"Stop it." Bart snapped, tightening his grip on Kon's hips. "It'll be easier if you just let me use you. And that way it's like I'm fucking both of you at the same time."
Tim and Kon moaned in tandem, and when Bart thrust forward again, Kon allowed himself to be moved by it. The feeling of burying himself in Tim's warm cunt while also getting split open by Bart's cock was almost too much, and Kon had to fight not to cum right on the spot.
As it was, all he could really do was cling onto Tim for dear life as Bart set a punishing pace, cock driving into him over and over. It felt fucking incredible, and Kon couldn't believe what he had been missing out on. He needed Bart to do this to him again, needed him to fill him up, needed him to…
Kon whined as he pictured Bart bending him over at super-speed, barely giving him any warning before filling his ass. Kon would be able to perceive some of it, unlike Tim, and he wondered how it would feel when Bart really let loose. How overwhelming it would be, how rough - he might even be able to get Kon to the edge of actual pain, though Kon doubted that would overshadow how good it would feel.
Underneath him, Tim shuddered, letting out a hoarse shout as he came around Kon's cock, cunt throbbing as he rode the high of his orgasm. Kon groaned at the sighed, watching the way his eyes rolled back into his head, the lovely column of his throat exposed.
Tim's sounds of pleasure quickly turned to whines of discomfort as Kon continued to thrust inside him, abused cunt forced to take his cock. Kon panted, shoulders shivering even as he fought against the pleasure. "Wait - wait, shit, Bart, Tim is-"
"Tim is fine." Bart said dismissively. The bastard didn't even sound of of breath, Kon realized faintly. "He can take it. Right, Timmy?"
"Mmhm." Tim moaned, spreading his legs even as he grimaced from the overstimulation. "Besides, you haven't even come inside me yet."
"Oh, fuck." Kon gasped.
"You like that, huh?" Bart giggled behind him, thrusts somehow getting even faster. "You wanna fill Tim up? Mark him up inside?"
"Yeah," Kon groaned. Tim let out a soft noise of his own, hand already returning to his clit as Kon continued to pound into him.
"Then let me see it, baby. Let me see you cum in his pretty cunt."
Bart reached around him, cupping the base of his dick and suddenly vibrating. Kon let out a scream as his orgasm was ripped from him, head tossing back as he shot his load inside of Tim's warm pussy, joining the mess that Bart had already made of him.
Kon felt as though he were floating, the waves of his orgasm coasting over him. His dick throbbed as he continued to come, feeling impossibly drawn-out as he continued to fill Tim up.
By the time he came back to himself, Tim was whimpering again, hips grinding down as he got himself off on Kon's cock, still buried inside of his cunt. Kon watched in amazement as his face twisted in pleasure, a soft whine escaping his lips as he came again, stomach shivering with the effort.
"See?" Bart laughed, running a hand along Kon's thigh. He had slowed the thrust of his hips, but hadn't stopped - Kon groaned as he continued to grind against his prostate, pleasure shivering through his skin. "Told you he would be fine. But what about you, huh?"
Before Kon could try to formulate any kind of response to his question, he let out a sudden yelp as Bart's cock vibrated inside of him. "How much longer can you last?"
Kon had a feeling that he was about to find that out.