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Kon gently lowered himself down onto the fire escape of Tim’s apartment, the rusted metal creaking softly underneath his weight. The grates rattled as he shifted his stance, and he rolled his shoulders out as he crept towards the window, stretching from the flight. He did his best to tamp down his windblown hair, sliding fingers through messy, frizzy curls to push them up and away from his forehead.
Gotham was quiet tonight, which was a little disconcerting. Kon was used to being bombarded with an overwhelming amount of sounds and smells the moment he crossed the city lines. But traffic was moderate, and not many people were out, even despite the average weather. It was nice for flying. Even nicer for a visit.
Tim’s apartment had a fire escape on the far side of the building, which was mostly out of view of the main streets. The set of metal stairs and ladders looked down into a large alley that was mostly hidden between his building and another apartment complex on the other side of the street. It was perfect for stealthy ins and outs for any hero or vigilante.
And perfect for Kon to pop in without garnering any attention from anyone that might be out on the streets at this hour.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take that much effort on Kon’s part to sneak in through the fire escape, since the window into Tim’s bedroom was already open. He hooked one leg over the lower part of the sill and ducked underneath the open glass, shoving his shoulder up against it to keep it up as he passed.
“Rob, you home?” Kon called into the room as he entered, eyes adjusting to the change in light, nothing more than a faint yellowish glow coming from the desk lamp that spread across the room. He noticed a faint smell in the room, probably unnoticeable to a normal human, but obvious to Kon, who was used to the way Tim’s room smelled. He couldn’t place it.
“Mhm,” Tim hummed absently, shifting a little on the bed. He was propped up against the wall with his pillow tucked behind him and the blanket over his lap. His knees were pulled up just enough that he could rest his wrists on his thighs, watching something on his tablet that Kon didn’t recognize. But he noticed the reflection of the screen glowing in his irises.
He barely even reacted when Kon entered, even though he was normally much more jumpy than this. His eyes moved upwards slowly to make eye contact with Kon for barely a few seconds before lazing back down without any actual acknowledgement. He rolled his shoulders back and sank further into the pillow and headboard behind him, a soft, heavy sigh spilling from his lips.
“Not working tonight?” Kon asked, stepping further into the room, shucking his jacket off his shoulders as he did so. He let it drop into a pile on the floor, which was already messy with some dirty clothes and pieces of equipment that Tim really shouldn’t have just lying around.
He toed his shoes off and got himself comfortable in just the t-shirt and sweatpants he decided to wear over.
“Night off,” Tim said with a shrug, blinking slowly, “Got Damian n’ Dick on the case… so… I’m not needed.” He huffed out the faintest laugh, nothing more than a snort and an exhale. His eyes crinkled with a small smile, eyelids droopy.
“Yeah, that’s not normally enough to stop you from working,” Kon slid over to the bed, listening to the sound of Tim’s steady heartbeat thrumming against his ribs. Tim tilted his head back and let it thud against the wall behind him, eyes tracing across Kon’s form. He swayed a little bit, even as he was leaning up against the headboard, muscles and joints rolling steadily in a constant flow of movement.
“Eh,” Tim shrugged again and tilted his head to the side to glance at the bedside table, “Decided to take a… night off.”
Tim’s movements seemed sluggish and loose, his shoulders sinking against the headboard, and his head drooping forward. He was still in a way that Kon wasn’t used to seeing him, with no nervous fidgeting or twitching limbs. Every time he moved, it reminded Kon of the way water flowed, casual and soft. He just relaxed into the bed, not caring that Kon had just snuck in through his bedroom window completely unannounced. Normally, Kon got at least a little admonishment for not calling before he came over.
Another soft sigh, Tim looked back up at Kon, his eyes slightly hazed over, a distant and not all there look surrounding the droop of his eyelids, but he managed to find Kon’s gaze. He smiled, eyes scrunching up as he did so, teeth just barely poking out behind red lips.
Kon quirked an eyebrow at the strange behavior, beginning to connect it to the strange smell in the room. Tim’s face was flushed a deep pink, which spotted all the way across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, creeping down to the soft, delicate skin of his throat. His heartbeat was steady as it thrummed against his ribs.
“A ‘night off’?” Kon asked teasingly, moving to sit down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Tim hooked his fingers around the edge of his tablet and stretched his legs out in front of himself, shifting underneath the blankets. He shifted so that he was leaning to the side a little bit, really putting in the effort to focus on Kon, even though Kon figured his attention was probably elsewhere and nowhere.
“Long week,” Tim admitted, stretching his arms above his head languidly like a cat, a little bit of his shirt riding up to expose the soft white skin of his belly.
“Long enough to get high on a Wednesday?” Kon asked, eyes glancing over at the vape pen resting on the bedside table. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “Couldn’t even wait until Friday?”
“No time on Fridays,” Tim shook his head slowly and then reached out to fumble with the pen on the table next to him, “That’s when all the criminals are out… s’ like they got day jobs or something.”
“I guess robbing banks doesn’t pay the bills like they hope,” Kon joked, which caused Tim to snort out a laugh, an ugly little choking sound that made Kon smile. He brought the tip of the pen to his lips and took another hit, breathing in deeply before pulling it away.
He looked over at Kon and made eye contact briefly while he held his breath for a few seconds, eyelids droopy. Then he turned away and blew the smoke out to the side with a soft cough, and Kon watched the way his chest stuttered. He sighed, and Kon watched the tension drain from his shoulders.
“Smoking inside, too?” Kon leaned back some, resting his hand behind him for support, his fingers just barely brushing against the lump underneath the blanket where Tim’s calves would be. Tim twitched a little, but didn’t move his legs.
“Eh, the windows open,” Tim waved his hand dismissively, his wrist curling downward, a familiar beaded bracelet jangling as he moved. He shoved his shoulders back against the headboard, moving his tablet off his lap. The video he was watching was still playing some true crime thing. “It’s fine.”
“You’re going to stink up the whole room,” Kon tried to shake his head dismissively, although he couldn’t really hide his amused smile. He didn’t think Tim would notice anyway.
“You’re the only one that notices,” Tim insisted, doing his best to narrow his eyes at Kon, even though his eyes drifted and his head tilted a little too far forward.
“So?” Kon shrugged lightly, shifting a little bit so that he could get closer to Tim, sliding up next to him at the top of the bed. He stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back against the headboard. Tim smiled and took that chance to lean against Kon’s side, sinking against him with a heavy sigh. Kon continued, “Shouldn’t you have some standards?”
“I even blew the smoke away from you. What more do you want from me?” Tim bemoaned, letting his head fall against Kon’s shoulder. He nuzzled up closer, perfectly content to squeeze himself as close as possible into the crook underneath Kon’s shoulder. “I can blow it in your mouth.”
Kon felt his heart skip at that. He inhaled sharply through his teeth, although he tried not to let anything show on his face, not that Tim was looking for that anyway. He just shook his head and laughed a little. He was hyper aware of the way Tim had one hand wrapped around his arm, the tips of his fingers dragging lightly across the curve of his inner bicep.
“That won’t get me high, you know,” Kon told him. They had played this game before, which was why Tim didn’t offer, and Kon didn’t expect him to. Kryptonian metabolism. It took a lot of a substance not even found on Earth to get him high anyway.
“So?” Tim leaned forward just enough to make lazy eye contact with Kon, his mouth quirking into the faintest smile. His gaze darted down to Kon’s lips, and then back up. He chewed on the inside of his mouth.
“So, that would be a waste of your pen,” Kon snuck his arm around behind Tim, spreading his hand across the small of his back where he could trace soft patterns into the dip of his spine. Tim shuddered and sank into him further, blinking hazily.
“Not if I get to kiss you and maybe stop thinking even more,” Tim insisted, reaching over with one fumbling hand to hook his arm around the front of Kon’s other shoulder, giving him an awkward sideways hug. He still had the pen in that hand, nearly dropping it as his fingers stuttered around Kon’s arm.
He pressed his face into Kon’s neck, and Kon could feel just how hot his face had gotten, warm cheeks pressed up against his bicep. His breath puffed lightly against his skin, and the sensation sent a wave of shivers rolling down Kon’s spine.
“Come on, Clone Boy.” His voice lilted into almost a whine. He pressed his eyes into Kon’s arm, applying deeper pressure to his eye sockets. “Isn’t that why you came over anyway?”
“Maybe I just wanted to see you,” Kon insisted with amusement dancing on the edges of his tone. He ran his hand up and down Tim’s lower spine, slipping his hand underneath the hem of his shirt so he could feel the softness and warmth of his skin. “No funny business at all.”
Tim groaned loudly, lifting his head from Kon’s shoulder and blinking at him blearily. “Liar.”
Kon just grinned at him softly, feeling Tim’s fingers twitching as he alternated between tensed and relaxed. His breath came in soft puffs from his lips, which were red and chapped, and his gaze was fuzzy, eyelids fluttering weakly, as he maintained Kon’s gaze. He licked his lips, chest stuttering with another faint cough.
Tim shifted slightly, and the blankets bunched around his hips, catching around the waistband of his boxers. He shoved the blankets off with a stumbling movement of his hand. Kon realized then that Tim wasn’t wearing anything more than a t-shirt and underwear.
He managed to pull himself out from under the covers, using Kon like a support railing to sit up further, even though his movements were uncoordinated and sloppy. He pressed his hand into the mattress for support, but nearly slipped when his elbow gave out. A small laugh puffed from his lips, almost like a snort or a giggle, his eyes crinkled up around the edges.
Kon could’ve helped him along, but he didn’t and instead let Tim fumble to get his balance and clamber up over Kon’s legs so that he could straddle his thighs. He palmed loosely over Kon’s shoulders, sliding one hand across his neck and collar, twitching his wrists a little bit.
He sat over Kon’s lap, his knees to either side of his thighs, and his arms pressed against his shoulders. Kon smiled a little bit and wrapped his arms around Tim’s lower back, looking up at him as he swayed and rocked a little bit.
“Come on, please, Kon, ” Tim whined and suddenly sagged forward. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Kon’s shoulder, kissing and sucking absently on the tough skin of his throat as if he were teething. He trailed his lips against the side of his neck, mouthing softly at the unblemished skin.
“Well, since you’ve asked so nicely,” Kon teased, guiding Tim to sit back so he was no longer buried in his neck. Tim smiled in a way that caused his eyes to crinkle up, his expression melting with his joy. Kon leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
Tim brought the pen back to his mouth and took a large hit, using his other hand to grip Kon’s jaw, holding him where he wanted him. His fingers pressed into the soft skin of his cheek, his palm tucked up against the underside of Kon’s jaw. His hands were so warm.
Tim held his breath, swaying dizzily and looking at Kon with fluttering eyelids. Then, Tim leaned in, pressing his lips against Kon's, opening his mouth to breathe the smoke into Kon’s mouth. Kon pulled him closer, sliding his hands underneath his shirt to feel up the bare skin of his back, breathing in the smoke even though he knew it wouldn’t do anything to him. It was hot and sweet, and Tim’s mouth tasted of it when he pressed his tongue against his lips.
He pulled away with a small giggle, letting Kon take a moment to hold his breath and then blow the smoke out to the side. Kon felt the burning in his lungs a moment after he exhaled and couldn’t stop himself from coughing. But he got himself under control pretty quickly, sucking in a deep gasp of regular air, even though his mouth tasted like smoke.
“That good?” Tim asked, his voice dragging downwards at the end, he tilted his head forward and forced himself to meet Kon’s eyes.
“Don’t even feel a thing,” Kon smiled and tilted his head to the side.
“Neither do I,” Tim lied, and Kon watched the way his lips spread into a smile.
Tim traced his thumb along Kon’s cheekbone, looking at Kon as if he hung the stars himself, eyes hazy and droopy, like he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He licked his lips, chewing on the inside of his mouth. As he straddled Kon’s lap, Tim swayed a little, his shoulders sagging forward when he lost the focus to keep himself upright.
Kon continued to slide his hands up and down Tim’s back, feeling the warmth radiating off him, thumbing over a mixture of soft freckled skin and patches of mottled, puckered scars. Tim practically purred at the attention, humming softly with that faint, dazed smile still on his lips. He twisted his fingers around the hair at the nape of Kon’s neck, toying with the curls.
He couldn’t help but notice the way Tim rocked a little on his thighs, grinding his crotch down against his legs. Kon let out a breath, Tim whined, high and needy.
Tim’s hands fell back down to Kon’s shoulders, fingers twitching and alternating between tensed and relaxed. Kon took the vape pen from his hand and set it down on the bedside table before he could drop it. Tim didn’t even seem to notice.
Then, this time, when Kon pulled him forward, Tim moved with no effort, sinking bonelessly into another kiss, melting into Kon’s lips like he was an ice cube on a hot summer day. It was sloppy and open mouthed, like Tim didn’t have the right coordination to kiss him, lips knocking against teeth and teeth scraping against tongues. Kon tilted Tim’s head to the side, reaching up to slide his fingers through the soft brown strands.
Tim sighed into the kiss, pressing further against Kon hungrily, eyes squeezed shut and hands tightening around the back of his shirt. He rocked his hips a little harder, taking short breaths that stuttered in his chest and caused his heart to skip. Kon slid his hands down to hook around Tim’s hips, holding him still and preventing him from moving.
The way Tim whined into his mouth at the loss of friction sent sparks of electricity rolling down Kon’s spine, but he didn’t have the strength or coordination to break out of Kon’s grasp. Kon licked along the inside of his mouth, pressing the flat of his tongue against his lips. Tim just gasped, tilting his head back enough that Kon actually had to hold his head steady.
Their noses bumped against each other, Tim’s breath puffing against his face, wheezing slightly like he was desperate. Kon felt the muscles in his hips twitch, but he didn’t let him move, holding him steady against him. Tim whimpered, his throat bobbing as he tried to swallow.
“Please—” Tim whined into the kiss, squeezing his hands around Kon’s shoulders, digging his nails into the fabric of his shirt. He took a breath and then leaned back in to kiss Kon harder. His lips were so warm and wet, and Kon felt the heat of his breath against his cheek, nose digging into the soft skin of his face.
Kon pulled away from his mouth, leaving Tim following his lips and bumping his head against Kon’s forehead. He nudged Tim back a little bit and found that Tim moved easily, adjusting himself to any of Kon’s little nudges. Kon pulled him forward and brought him to rest on top of his hips instead of his thigh, but kept him from wiggling or trying to grind down against him. Tim’s eyelids fluttered, and his irises rolled around in the socket just long enough for him to pull his attention back to Kon’s face.
Kon slid his hand over the back of Tim’s neck, pressing the pads of his fingers further into the soft skin. This forced Tim to lean in just enough so that Kon could pepper kisses to the corner of Tim’s mouth, just barely avoiding his lips, even as Tim opened them for another kiss.
He traveled down so that he could move along the underside of his jaw, peppering kisses and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin. He could feel Tim shaking, heavy shudders running down his spine, soft gasps spilling from his lips.
Tim just let his head fall back so Kon could make his way further down, dragging his lips down his jaw, sucking softly on the delicate skin of his throat. Tim groaned softly and let out a gasp, his fingers tightening around the fabric of Kon’s shirt. When he bit down on the crook of Tim’s collar, the soft sound he made was like music to Kon’s ears.
He sucked until he knew it would leave a mark, and then found another spot to bite down, leaving hickies all the way along the side of Tim’s neck while Tim squirmed and gasped. Kon could hear the way his heart pounded in his chest, and the warmth that radiated from his skin was delicious when he pressed his lips firmly against his neck.
And then when Kon pulled away, Tim just whined childishly, his head still tilted back towards the ceiling. Kon hooked his fingers around the front of his chin and pulled his head down so that he was looking Kon in the eyes. He allowed himself to be moved with no resistance.
Tim’s expression was hazy at best, eyes glossed over with a tired sort of recognition on his face. His lips were slightly parted, and Kon slid his hand up so that he could trace his thumb along his lower lip. Tim let his jaw hang slack, and just to test something, Kon slid his thumb into his mouth, pushing down on the flat of his tongue.
Tim closed his lips around his finger obediently with a soft sigh, sucking gently, pressing his tongue up against the pad of his thumb. His eyelids fluttered, nearly closing, until Kon pulled his finger out of his mouth with a soft pop and a little trail of saliva. Tim blinked at him, and the faintest smile caused his lips to twitch.
“I think I like you like this,” Kon murmured, almost to himself. Tim hummed, swaying softly where he sat and blinking lazily just to keep his eyes open. Kon slid his fingers through Tim’s hair and pulled him forward, kissing him softly once and then pulling back.
“Kon…” Tim just whined, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching up his whole face. Kon felt the muscles in his hips twitch again as he tried to rock himself down onto Kon’s hips. Kon held him still.
“Yeah, Tim?” Kon asked in a soft, teasing voice.
“You’re so mean…” Tim leaned forward and kissed him sloppily, groaning into his lips and pressing his tongue up against the inside of his cheek. It didn’t really seem like he even had a plan, just that he wanted to get as close as possible to Kon as he sank into his chest and melted into the kiss.
Kon kissed him back eagerly, but pulled back once Tim started trying to squirm, hissing softly as he tried his hardest to get some friction between his crotch and his thighs. Kon got a small idea.
“Here,” Kon reached out for the vape pen he had set on the bedside table, taking one of Tim’s hands from his shoulders and instead pressing the pen into his palm. “Take another hit.”
Tim blinked at him a little dazed, but obediently brought it to his lips and inhaled deeply, holding it in his lungs. Kon moved his thigh up between Tim’s legs, pressing up against his crotch. That caused Tim to gasp, a little bit of smoke puffing out his nose, the rest of it followed suit when he let out a high whining moan, a curl of smoke gathering around his head.
He rocked his hips down onto Kon’s thigh, and Kon could feel the wetness between his legs, even through the sweatpants he wore. It left a wet spot on his leg, Tim’s boxers already soaked all the way through. Tim shook like a leaf, and Kon once again had to take the pen from his fingers before he dropped it, setting it off to the side easily while the look in Tim’s eyes got fuzzier.
Kon guided him forward and Tim dropped his head down into the crook of Kon’s shoulders, gasping hard as he rolled his hips, humping Kon’s leg like a dog in heat. His knees dug further into the mattress, shuddering and shaking with every roll or twitch of his pelvis. Kon rolled his fingers over the softness of Tim’s hips, sliding his hands up so that he could feel the dip of his sides and the small rolls that gathered when he moved.
“Please, please, please,” Tim babbled, his voice high and reedy. He nuzzled his face into Kon’s neck, mouthing and sucking at the skin there as if he didn’t know what else to do with himself. Kon let him grind against him, listening to the sounds Tim made and the way his heart hammered in his chest, throat stuttering when he coughed.
Kon pressed his face into Tim’s temple and breathed in deeply. He smelled like weed, but Kon could still smell the faint traces of his shampoo. He kissed the side of his head, rubbing his sides soothingly. Tim’s noises got breathier and higher-pitched, his gasps spilling from his lips in waves.
Tim moved against him, slick soaking into his thigh, dripping from between Tim’s legs. He bucked his hips, moving fast and desperate, as if this was what he had been waiting for this entire time. Kon wished he could’ve seen Tim’s face, but he just took the time to kiss his temple and breathe in his scent.
Kon waited all the way until he started to hear the sound of Tim’s gasps turning into moans, and the way his voice stuttered and broke into something that shattered like glass. He felt Tim’s muscles start to tense up, his hips tightening and his thighs squeezing Kon’s legs.
It was like the delayed shutter of a camera, rolling down his limbs in waves, the way his muscles tensed and shook, like the tightening of a flower just before it unfurled. He listened as the gasps spilled from his lips faster and faster, moaning loudly into Kon’s shoulder.
Then, just before Tim could push himself right over the edge:
“Stop,” Kon ordered firmly and slid his hands back down to rest over Tim’s hips, stilling his movements. Tim gave a sharp, desperate noise, something that sounded a lot like a cry punching from his throat. He buried his face further into Kon’s shoulders, digging his fingernails into the skin of Kon’s back, but obediently stopped, even though Kon had let him get so close.
Tim sobbed, “Kon please,” he begged, moving his hands across the back of Kon’s shoulders, squeezing the fabric of his shirt, and palming at his shoulderblades. Kon stopped him from moving, holding him in place even when Tim tried to buck his hips against him. Kon could even feel the damp spot on his own thighs getting wetter, a dark circle forming where Tim’s slick had soaked through.
Kon pulled Tim’s head back so that he could look at him. Tears had gathered in his eyes, prickling just at the corners but not falling just yet. Kon kissed them away, and Tim just whined, twisting his fingers around the fabric of his shirt. His face was red and flushed, eyelids open just enough to peer at Kon. His head lolled to the side, and he panted, lips contorted into a grimace.
“Good boy,” Kon purred, kissing his cheeks and trailing his lips down Tim’s jaw. Tim whimpered and melted into him, sniffling a little bit. He continued to gasp, muscles twitching as he struggled to keep himself still, even though Kon held him firmly in place.
Kon pressed his lips into the side of his neck, sucking softly until the surface of his skin came away red and bruised, deep marks blossoming to the surface. Tim just tilted his head back and whined, giving Kon all the space he wanted to mark up his neck and shoulders.
He slid one hand up the underside of Tim’s shirt, lifting the fabric up and over his head. He had to maneuver his arms to get out of the sleeves, his muscles lax and uncoordinated. Kon kept one hand tight around Tim’s hips, holding him in place, the other trailed up his sides to palm over the front of his small breasts. Tim keened and bucked his hips.
Kon kissed further down his collarbone, diving deeper into the sensitive part of his shoulder that had been hidden by his shirt. He sucked on the soft, thin skin, biting down just enough to leave an imprint but not break it. The bruises would still be there in the morning.
“Kon I—Please I…” Tim shook his head a little bit, swaying softly as he babbled towards the ceiling. “Need you…”
“Yeah, Rob?” Kon shifted how Tim was sitting, pushing him down so he was back straddling his thighs. Tim scrambled desperately, trying not to lose the closeness between them.
“I need more…” Tim begged, eyes rolling around the room until he finally managed to drop his head back down to stare at Kon. His mouth still hung open slightly, and Kon wanted nothing more than to give those lips something to suck on.
Kon knew what he meant, but he just smiled innocently, petting Tim’s cheek, “Oh, right, of course.”
He leaned over so he could grab Tim’s vape from the bedside table. Tim whined at the movement as it brushed up against his probably aching crotch. He handed the pen to Tim, who fumbled a little with it, but knew what to do with it once it was in his hands, almost as if everything else was forgotten.
He brought it to his lips and took a long breath and Kon watched the way his face contorted, eyelids fluttering shut as he breathed in. He held it in his lungs, his limbs nearly falling lax without Kon holding him up. He exhaled and the smoke curled around his head, clouding his vision and making his eyes seem even foggier. He blinked dazedly as if he had forgotten what they were doing before this.
“Good, just like that,” Kon kissed him and could taste the smoke on his lips. Tim trembled a little bit and whined, lolling forward so he could press his head into Kon’s shoulder. But Kon moved him before he could do so, pushing on his shoulders to get him to sit up, even as he swayed and dipped forward.
Then, Kon shifted them both, hooking his hands around Tim’s hips so that he could lift him up. Tim sagged against him, allowing himself to be moved easily, as if his limbs were made of nothing more than limp spaghetti. He allowed Kon to twist them around, pushing Tim off his lap and instead leaning him up against the pillows so that Kon was on top of him.
Tim melted against the mattress, arms sprawled out at his sides, fingers twisting around the messy blankets. He looked up at Kon and blinked, not even caring about the change in positions or when Kon leaned over him.
He was just doing Tim a favor. It seemed like he was having trouble keeping himself upright, and besides, this just meant he didn’t need to do anything but lie there and look pretty. Kon pressed his knees into the mattress on either side of Tim’s hips, watching as Tim blinked up at him hazily, head lolling to the side. It looked like he was trying so hard to come up with a thought, or something to say, his mouth working uselessly with his jaw, and his eyes barely coming to rest on Kon’s face.
Kon placed his hands just beside Tim’s head, leaning over him and letting his eyes trace over every inch of his face, really drinking in his floaty expression. Tim just blinked at him and waited for whatever Kon was going to do, not even trying to squirm or get up or try to do something himself. He just sat and waited, eyes already drooping a little bit.
It was weird to see Tim so relaxed, so completely and wholly boneless beneath Kon. His arms and shoulders sank into the bed beneath him, and he did nothing more but let his head fall against the pillow, occasionally shifting when his head lolled to the side. Normally, Tim carried so much tension in his muscles that it was hard to see him when he was fully relaxed, even when he was sleeping.
Kon reached down and took both of Tim’s wrists in each hand. He moved his arms up, and Tim let himself be maneuvered easily until his forearms came to rest on the pillow above his head. It reminded Kon a little bit of a rag doll, no resistance, no tension, just completely limp and pliant. He could move Tim any which way, and Tim wouldn’t care.
That thought caused something hot and heavy to settle in Kon’s lower abdomen, a tight feeling squeezing his lungs. Tim was completely relaxed under Kon’s body. Kon could do whatever he wanted, and there would be no resistance. He leaned down to kiss Tim, and he kissed back, but it was sluggish and delayed, like it took ages for his brain and mouth to catch up to each other. His lips worked weakly, hot and heavy and wet. Kon kissed him hard, nipping at his lower lip with his teeth until Tim was keening.
Kon nudged Tim’s legs apart with his knee, spreading them just as easily as he had moved his arms. Tim gave no resistance, but squirmed a little to get more comfortable with the new position. He slotted his thigh back between Tim’s legs, pushing up against the wetness of his crotch.
Tim gasped and moaned without any concern about being quiet, which he would normally have if he were sober. Kon drank up the scrunched up look on his face, the way his head tilted back, how his lips parted, tongue pushing up against the back of his lower lip, how his eyes squeezed shut. He panted like a dog, tongue lolling and everything, bare chest rising and falling weakly. Kon kissed him wetly and then shifted so that he could drag his tongue down Tim’s throat.
Tim shuddered at the sensation, arms twitching but not shifting away from where Kon moved him. Kon mouthed at his neck, sucking hickies as he moved further down, the soft skin of Tim’s collar responding beneath him, flushing deep reds and purples underneath Kon’s lips.
With Tim sprawled out beneath him, languid and pliant like a sleepy cat, that just meant Kon had all the more space to pepper kisses and bite marks without Tim moving on to something else. He could lavish Tim all he wanted, kiss him for however long, and mark him up as much as he wanted.
He moved down, feeling up his sides with his hands while he kissed down his sternum. Tim shuddered, and the muscles over his ribs twitched when Kon sucked on the skin. He paid close attention to his breasts while he was down there, nibbling and sucking at his nipples, which caused Tim to gasp sharply and buck his hips.
Kon rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and took the other into his mouth, nipping at it lightly with his teeth and sucking on the soft skin. Tim arched his back a little, whimpering and squirming at it. Kon applied a little more pressure against his crotch, rocking his knee a little to rub the wet spot of his boxers.
On the fat part of his breasts, Kon left deep colored hickies, kissing underneath his boobs and then trailing his lips down his ribs to his stomach, leaving a sharp bite mark just above his belly button. Kon could taste the sweat that gathered along the surface of his skin.
Then, Kon pulled back to admire his work, still rubbing his thigh up against Tim’s crotch to keep him occupied and distracted so he could examine the patchwork of red spots.
Deep red hickies splattered across his neck and chest, with some of them already starting to bloom a beautiful purple against his pale skin. Kon ran his hands up and down Tim’s sides, feeling the soft puckered scars along his ribs and the way his muscles contorted. And he just lay there the whole time, blinking blearily up at Kon with so little understanding of what was going on, it was adorable.
His eyes were hazy, cheeks flushed a deep red all the way down to his neck and up to his ears. He let his irises roll a little, searching around the room as if he might chance at recognizing any of the decorations on the walls as his own. The entire time, his lips were hung open as if he forgot about his jaw, mouth parted, and tongue pushing up against his reddened lips while he panted.
“Feel good, baby?” Kon asked in a soft, almost patronizing voice, kneading the soft skin of Tim’s hips with his fingers. Tim squirmed a little, eyes falling to rest on Kon, but he didn’t give any indication that he had heard or understood what Kon was saying. “I love seeing you so relaxed… I love seeing you like this.”
Kon laughed softly. He bent down to kiss Tim, getting a nice taste of the smoke on his lips. Tim’s head cocked to the side, and his eyelids drooped, but when he blinked up at Kon, it didn’t seem like he was really looking at him at all, so lost in his own world.
Kon moved his leg away, and Tim whined, eyes rolling up in his head as he keened desperately. His hand quickly took the place of his leg between Tim’s thighs, sliding his fingers over the fabric of his boxers. He could feel how wet Tim was just through the soaked fabric, mapping out the ridges of his folds with just the pads of his fingers.
“You’re already so wet just for me,” Kon smiled to himself, drinking up the sight of his Tim all melty and pliant beneath him.
Tim’s skin was flushed all the way down to his chest, the polka dots of hickies on his torso leaving a beautiful array of constellations, evidence that Kon had claimed him as his. That he was completely and wholly Kon’s with no space for anyone else. Kon bent to drag his tongue across the front of Tim’s stomach, tasting the sweat on his skin and nibbling at his hips.
“You want more?” Kon asked, crooning sweetly, as if he knew Tim wouldn’t understand unless he spoke slowly and carefully. Tim shivered a little and whined desperately, jerking his head once in a twitchy nod. His eyelids fluttered as he desperately tried to keep them open, looking for anything around the room that he might understand.
“Yeah?” Kon asked teasingly as he started to palm Tim over his boxers with a steady up and down motion, pressing his fingers up against the slick folds. Tim bucked his hips, wriggling weakly to get more friction out of Kon’s hand, rubbing up against him. His breath caught in his throat, and he choked on it, wheezing with each frantic gasp.
Kon smiled softly and slid his tongue over his lips, drinking in the entire scene. Then, he leaned forward just enough to grab the vape pen from the bedside table, pulling his hand away from Tim’s crotch. Tim let out a weak desperate moan, somewhere halfway between a choke and a gasp.
“K—Kon…” Tim forced out, his tongue lolling uselessly in his mouth as he struggled to get the simple word out. He blinked frantically, swallowing around the heavy weight.
“You wanted more,” Kon continued to smile innocently, putting one hand on the bed just to the side of Tim’s hip. Then, he reached out and pressed the pen into Tim’s open palm, curling his fingers around the thin object. Tim’s hand tightened, and his eyes rolled around in his skull for the few moments it took for his brain to catch up with what was going on.
And then, it seemed like the most obvious thing in the world. Of course, Tim had asked for more. He must have meant more weed, another hit.
With his hands shaking almost too bad to hold it, Tim brought the tip of the pen back to his lips, fumbling with the button to press. The inhale he took was short and disappointing, and Tim came away coughing before he could even hold his breath. His bloodshot eyes welled with tears as he gasped, chest stuttering with the effort it took just to do so.
“Oh come on, Tim, I know you can do better than that,” Kon tutted disapprovingly. He hooked his hand around Tim’s wrist and nudged it back to his lips, “Again.”
Tim’s eyes fell upon Kon’s face and it took him another second to understand even such a simple command. But he understood, shakily bringing it back to his lips, but he almost dropped the pen in the middle of it, his hands shaking and his grip weak.
He took another hit, this one even smaller than the last, which just wouldn’t do.
“You were doing so good for me before,” Kon shook his head a little bit, but then reached out and plucked the vape right from Tim’s hands. He let it go easily with no resistance, letting his wrist drop to his chest. He stared up at Kon hazily, a small frown tugging on the corners of his lips, an adorable furrow of confusion to his brow.
Kon adjusted so that he was bent a little further over Tim, then brought the end of the pen to his lips, taking a long inhale, letting the warm smoke fill his lungs, even though he knew it wouldn’t do anything to him. Then, with his other hand, he gripped the front of Tim’s jaw and pulled his head up a little bit so that Kon could lean down and press his lips to Tim’s.
He forced his mouth open and exhaled, the taste of smoke curling against his tongue as Tim obediently breathed in what Kon gave him, knowing what to do without Kon even telling him. He was so good at doing exactly what Kon wanted almost instinctively, even if he was too high to understand much else.
Kon forced Tim to hold his breath, kissing him hard on the lips, holding his jaw in place right where he wanted him. Then, when he finally pulled away, Tim could exhale, smoke curling up around his head like a halo, causing him to cough weakly. He squeezed his eyes shut, and Kon swiped away the small tears that gathered in the corners of his eyes from the smoke.
“See, so good for me,” Kon slid his palm over Tim’s cheek, running his thumb over his cheekbone, his pointer finger tracing small patterns along the underside of his throat. Tim crooned a little at the praise, floating hazily in that far-off place in his mind, living completely in his own world.
Kon set the pen down on the bedside table again, pressing his tongue up against the roof of his mouth, the taste of weed and smoke on his lips. He kissed Tim once again and then let his hands fall from his face, leaving Tim’s head to tilt to the side when he went limp again. Kon trailed his hands down Tim’s sides, feeling the dip and curve of his waist until he got down to his hips.
Then he hooked his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down along with his hands, trailing the fabric slowly over his thighs, then over his knees and down his calves. He had to move from between Tim’s legs to do this, maneuvering Tim however he wanted while Tim offered no resistance whatsoever. He nudged his leg one way or another or lifted his knees to pull his boxers off of his ankles, and Tim let himself hang limp, breathing shakily.
Kon tossed his boxers to the side, letting them land on the floor somewhere nearby. Then, he spread Tim’s legs gently, pushing them to the side so that he had all the access he needed to his beautiful boyfriend.
His pussy was visibly wet, and Kon slid his hand over the front of Tim’s stomach, and then down to tangle in the soft curly pubes that trailed up from that soft V line of muscle and fat. Tim squirmed and let out another soft groan, his thighs twitching absently. Kon let his other hand rest on Tim’s inner thigh, making sure that his legs stayed nice and spread while he worked.
He bent down to kiss Tim’s stomach, nibbling on the soft, delicate skin. At the same time as he bit down on the pouch of his belly, he slipped two fingers inside his soaked hole. Tim gasped and bucked his hips, tensing up for only a second before he let all his muscles relax again, just giving in to what was happening.
Kon sucked hickies into his stomach while he curled his fingers up, rocking his knuckles against his inner walls. Tim whimpered, body reacting automatically to the stimulation without Tim even thinking about it. He twitched and gasped, and Kon pulled his fingers in and out, spreading them slightly every once in a while to stretch him out even though he really didn’t need it. He was already relaxed and wet enough to take three fingers without much effort.
“Good boy, just like that,” Kon praised, petting Tim’s inner thigh, tracing gentle patterns into the sensitive skin. He pulled back just enough so that he could watch how Tim’s expression contorted, how his eyes rolled up into his skull, and his mouth hung open, tongue lolling uselessly against his lips.
He moaned as Kon rubbed up against just the right spot inside him, and he felt Tim’s hips twitch, his muscles tensing up before relaxing again, like a wave rolling over him. It was like he could only focus on one thing at once: the soft, fuzzy feeling that spread throughout his entire body, or the feeling of Kon’s hands on him, filling his hole and rubbing up inside him. He would tense up and then relax, pliant beneath Kon.
Tim let himself moan unashamedly, louder when Kon hit all the right spots, even going far enough to roll his thumb over the soft budding of his clit. He pressed down on the spot, rolling circles that had Tim whimpering, eyes squeezed shut as the feeling rolled across his stomach.
Just watching Tim come apart with just his fingers had something warm and heavy settling in Kon’s stomach. Tim was reacting so beautifully to everything Kon did, moaning and whimpering freely without any care that Kon was listening. He let his face drop and twist and contort with each expression, eyelids fluttering open occasionally, peering up with bloodshot eyes and a hazy look on his face.
Kon couldn’t stop himself from palming his growing erection over his sweatpants, rolling his palm over his cock as he filled Tim with just his fingers, curling his knuckles up inside him. He groaned under his breath, biting down on the inside of his mouth and gasping softly.
He let his palm cup Tim’s pussy, rolling the base of his fingers between his folds, feeling how wet he was, even more so now that he was giving him the proper stimulation. Tim just lay there and whimpered, eyes rolled up into his skull.
Kon felt the deep buzzing of pleasure rolling down his spine as he kept going, thrusting his fingers in and out of Tim while using his other hand to slowly jerk himself off, electricity budding across his skin. His palm curved over the length of his shaft, fingers tightening as he moved up to the head, rolling his thumb over the tip and then sliding back down. His stomach felt hot and heavy, something deep and aching settling just in his stomach.
He rolled his thumb over Tim’s clit, working his fingers faster into him, pressing down a little harder on both the swollen bulb of skin and his own head, rocking his knuckles. Tim continued to gasp and writhe, a little bit of drool gathering on the edges of his lips from where his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He let it hang, not even caring to wipe it away, even though he had his arms by his face.
Kon bent down to kiss him and tasted the smoke on his lips. Tim barely even reacted, moaning into it, letting himself gasp and wheeze, not caring about how loud he was being. He bucked his hips against Kon’s hand and he rolled his knuckles faster, the wet sound of his fingers in and out mixing with the sound of Tim’s heavy breathing.
Tim’s heart thudded against his ribs, pounding so hard that Kon figured he would’ve been able to hear it even without superhearing. His blush went all the way down to his chest which caused his sternum to flush a deep red, drowning out the purples and pinks of the hickies that Kon left.
Kon could feel the shuddering of Tim’s hips tightening and watched as his breathing turned into heavy panting gasps and his moans turned into high whimpers. This time, Kon didn’t stop, he just kept going, four fingers inside Tim’s soaked pussy and his thumb rolling against his clit.
Tim came with a high wail, his inner walls tightening around Kon’s fingers, squeezing around him. Kon groaned and bit down on the inside of his mouth, watching Tim’s expression flutter through a range of different emotions. He watched how his muscles tightened and squeezed up around him, and then, when he finally fell over the edge, how his entire body seemed to open up like the delicate petals of a flower.
He unfurled into a mess of weak and shaky limbs, entire body going lax as Kon pulled his fingers out, soaked with slick and a trail still attached to his folds. Kon watched it break and then watched as he spread his fingers and the globs of cum bead and rolled down his hand.
“Good boy,” Kon praised breathlessly, petting Tim’s hip with his other hand. Tim’s eyes rolled around in his skull until he finally managed to locate where the voice was coming from, his eyes landing on Kon. His lips twitched into a faint, dazed little smile, although he didn’t seem to be there at all. One of his eyes lazed a little to the side and Kon drank in the adorable expression.
Kon brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the slick from his hand, the bitter taste filling his mouth so sweetly that Kon could’ve gotten drunk off it. He lapped it up until his fingers were mostly clean, then he wiped the rest of it off on his pant leg.
Tim just continued to lie there bonelessly, his limbs sinking into the mattress, his clit twitching from his orgasm. Kon moved his hand down and ran his thumb over it and watched as Tim’s whole body jerked and he let out a high whine.
Already so sensitive, and Kon had only made him come once.
“How about another hit? Hm?” Kon asked, as if he expected Tim to be able to answer. He had done so well for Kon that he deserved a reward. Tim blinked up at him hazily, now both out of it from the weed and the pleasure. He just hummed absently, not really in response to what Kon was saying.
“You can take another,” Kon insisted, musing lightly to himself as he reached out for the vape again. He figured that if Tim struggled with it before, there was no way that his brain would be in working order enough to operate it on his own. So he just brought it to his own lips and took a long drag.
Tim let his lips part easily, breathing in when Kon exhaled the smoke into his mouth as if it were an automatic response. He struggled to hold it, so Kon forced him to until he felt that he had held his breath long enough. Tim coughed when Kon pulled away, puffs of hot smoke spilling from his mouth and nose. He whined softly and let his head fall back, tilting his face up towards the ceiling.
“Good,” Kon praised freely, running his thumb over Tim’s jaw comfortingly, feeling the small prickles of stubble gathering on his face. He moved his hand up, pressing his palm against his chin so that he could roll the edge of his nail across Tim’s lip.
He pushed his first finger into Tim’s mouth, and then the second, feeling the warmth of his tongue press up against the pads of his fingers, teeth scraping against his knuckles. Tim sucked instinctively, eyes fluttering shut as he let out a soft moan, letting Kon thrust his fingers in and out of Tim’s lips.
Kon imagined how he might act with his lips around something else. He thought about how his mouth might feel around his cock, warm and wet and limp, with only half a brain left in him to know how to suck it. He thought about curling his fingers around Tim’s soft hair, twisting his hand around the strands and pulling, guiding him to bob up and down the shaft when his body was too limp to put in the effort himself.
All of that made Kon’s cock twitch, the heat burning deep in his stomach, making his pants feel itchy and hot.
Tim took Kon’s fingers into his mouth without any effort, like he knew what to do without even thinking about it. It was likely Tim could even taste his own slick still on Kon’s fingers that he didn’t fully wipe off.
He wondered how it would taste to Tim.
Tim sucked on Kon’s fingers languidly, eyelids fluttering shut as he tilted his head back a little bit. Kon moved his other hand down to grope at Tim’s breasts, rolling the fat under his palm and toying with his hard nipples. Tim groaned from the back of his throat and tried to squirm, but was so uncoordinated that he didn’t get very far.
As he trailed his hand further down, he felt how soft the skin of Tim’s stomach was. Beads of sweat glistened to the surface of his skin, and his belly stuttered with each breath as he continued to swirl his tongue around Kon’s fingers. Kon even went far enough to thrust them in and out, feeling the heat of his breath on his skin.
Kon felt the curve of Tim’s waist, felt the dip of his hips and the way the bones curved over the front of his pelvis, how the skin pulled around the fat and muscle. He thumbed a thick scar just above his hip bone and then moved his hand further down. He pressed the heel of his palm against Tim’s crotch, pressing down and rolling it against his clit.
Tim moaned on Kon’s fingers, his tongue curling and throat bobbing to produce the sound. He gasped and tried to swallow, but just ended up sucking harder on the digits in his mouth.
Kon almost wished he had more hands to touch all over Tim’s body, to feel him up and grope everywhere he wanted so Kon could feel it and feel the warmth of his hands. He rubbed his palm over Tim’s clit, and Tim’s hips bucked almost instinctively, his gasps turning into little whimpers and moans that were muffled by the fingers in his mouth, teeth scraping lightly against Kon’s knuckles.
His pussy was dripping, slick rolling down the sides of his folds and dripping onto the sheets beneath him. Kon could feel how warm and wet it was beneath his hand, and he knew that if he kept going just a little longer, he could have tipped Tim right over the edge with little effort. He was already so sensitive, it wouldn’t have taken much effort.
Kon pulled his hand away and wiped it off on his thighs, watching as Tim’s hips practically wilted, the tension draining from his muscles, thighs shuddering just with the effort it took to move and relax.
When Kon pulled his fingers out of Tim’s mouth, Tim even whined at the loss. He let his tongue hang out of his mouth, eyelids fluttering open with confusion and desperation filling those hazy eyes.
Kon untied the drawstring of his sweatpants, chest rising and falling with each breath that he let spill from his mouth. His throat was hot and itchy from the smoke he had been inhaling, and he coughed a little, feeling something warm and tight twist around in his gut.
He pulled his pants and boxers down and tripped over the effort it took to get them off his ankles. He tossed them somewhere to the side and then pulled his shirt off as well, just for good measure. Kon could feel sweat beading on the back of his neck from the warmth in the room. The open window did nothing to provide a cooling breeze, and Kon almost wished the air conditioning was on.
Tim squirmed a little, eyes rolling around as if searching for something that wasn’t there. His fingers twitched, and he squeezed his hands around the fabric of the pillowcase beneath him, hands still tucked above his head, which caused his abdominal muscles to stretch beautifully.
Kon slid one hand up and down his side as if he were soothing him, moving gently, his fingertips just barely brushing over the skin of his stomach, which caused Tim to shiver harder. He made a needy sort of whine from the back of his throat, tilting his head up and rolling his hips a little.
“So needy,” Kon practically purred, sliding his palm up and down his own shaft, his hand still wet from Tim’s spit. His cock was fully hard, twitching in the air, and aching with need. Kon wanted to ravish Tim, to bend him over and thrust into him until he couldn’t even whimper. He was already so fuzzy from the weed, but Kon wanted to see how far he could go. How far he could bend and twist and break Tim until he was nothing more than a melty mess beneath him, until the thought of coming up wasn’t even an option until he came down from his high.
Kon groaned lowly and adjusted himself until he was slotted neatly between Tim’s spread legs. Tim’s thighs were so soft, mottled with scars like the rest of his body, but less so than his torso. They were muscular, with just enough fat that Kon could get a good squish when he tightened his grip, nudging his legs further apart just because he could, and so that he had more room to get into a better position.
Kon braced his hand underneath Tim’s hips and lifted them from the bed a little bit, just enough that he could adjust and put himself in line with Tim’s hole. Tim let himself be moved without any complaint or even a noise of protest. He just hummed softly, head lolling to the side as he did his very best to focus on Kon and what he was doing.
Again, Kon pumped his hand up and down his own shaft, using his own precum to lubricate his cock. Then he moved his hand up to roll his thumb against Tim’s clit, teasing him. He pressed down on the small, swollen bulb, moving the flaps of skin aside so he could really get the friction with his fingers. Tim threw his head back and whined, his chest rising and falling frantically with each stuttered pant.
Tim instinctively tensed up as Kon rolled over his oversensitive clit, but soothed as Kon kneaded at his hip, massaging the wet inner folds of his pussy with his fingers.
“Good boy, just relax for me,” Kon insisted even though he was pretty sure that Tim couldn’t really move if he tried. He just let himself fall limp, only squirming when he was starting to get riled up again, and Kon wasn’t paying enough attention to him.
He was so needy. Kon thought it was adorable to see his beautiful Tim, normally so headstrong and stubborn, pliant and weak beneath him.
Kon kinda liked the lack of backtalk, the lack of any sort of snide remarks or snarky comments under his breath. He liked hearing Tim talk, but liked hearing his moans so much more, and loved how he was too high to even try to muffle himself. Kon squeezed Tim’s hips, rolling the fat over his palms and feeling up his sides.
He liked the carefree look on Tim’s face, that fuzzy, far off expression that displayed his lack of any higher thought going through his head. No worries, no stresses, not even really any coherent understanding of what was going on. All he needed to worry about was the fuzzy feeling spreading all the way through his limbs, and the pleasure of Kon’s touches. He just needed to lie there and let Kon take care of him and make him feel so good.
Kon slotted his cock right between the soft folds of his pussy, the tip pushing up right against his hole. Tim whined and tried to buck his hips, but he didn’t seem to have the coordination to really squirm against Kon, and with Kon holding his hips, there wasn’t much he could do in the first place.
He was just completely at the mercy of whatever pace Kon wanted to go.
Kon pushed himself in slowly, at the same time, rolling his thumb leisurely over Tim’s clit in small circles.
Just that was enough to push Tim over the edge, his chest rising and falling with frantic, stuttered gasps that must have taken Tim by surprise as much as it surprised Kon. He felt Tim clench around him as his cock slid inside, a sharp, high-pitched noise spilling from Tim’s lips. Then his entire body seemed to tense at once as he shuddered and twitched, the aftershocks of his orgasm causing him to sob.
Then he was able to relax in another wave, his heart pounding against his ribs and his breath wheezing in his throat. Tears sprang to the corners of Tim’s eyes as he wriggled and squirmed as best as he could with his body a melted puddle of fuzzy sensations. Kon rocked his hips a little bit, slowly burying himself all the way up to his hips, Tim’s pussy swallowing him up, tighter now after he had come.
Tim whimpered a little bit, high-pitched and needy, tilting his head back with his eyelids fluttering. Kon listened as his breath caught in his throat, short gasps causing his throat to bob and twitch.
At the same time, Kon felt the warmth of his pussy surrounding him and groaned lightly at the sensation of pressure and heat every time Tim’s muscles spasmed, still rolling down the waves of his orgasm.
He bent over Tim, the warmth of their bodies pressing together. Tim’s chest was flushed a deep red, each breath hot and heavy on his lips as he exhaled, jaw hung open limply. Kon kissed him softly, unable to resist the dumb look on his face. His lips moved limply, still whimpering a little bit into the kiss, like he wasn’t really aware of the noises he was making. He pulled back and traced his thumb across Tim’s lower lip, rocking his hips just a bit to make Tim whine.
Using one elbow for support, Kon placed it on the pillow just to the side of Tim’s head. Tim’s eyes rolled around in the sockets, coming to land on Kon’s face with a weak, half-lidded stare. Kon smiled at him, and Tim barely reacted, too far gone in his own little world to really care.
With his other hand, Kon reached out for the bedside table, once again grabbing the vape pen from its place on the table. He held it up in front of Tim’s face, wiggling it tauntingly until Tim’s eyes finally came to rest upon it, following the movement sluggishly. Kon wasn’t sure if Tim actually realized what it was, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was what it would do to his pretty little head.
Kon brought it to his lips and took a deep drag, feeling the warmth of smoke fill his lungs, expanding his chest as much as he could before pulling it away. Then, Kon set the pen off to the side and took Tim’s chin in between his thumb and forefinger, angling him just the way he wanted. He leaned back down to kiss Tim, and he just let his mouth open and jaw hang slack.
He already knew what to do without even thinking about it, breathing in the smoke that Kon let spill into his open mouth, sucking it into his lungs. When he pulled back, Kon pushed his jaw up and forced him to close his mouth, reminding him to hold his breath. Tim’s eyes rolled up a little bit, hazy and bloodshot as they squeezed shut, every ounce of his focus on doing what Kon guided him to.
“Good, just like that,” Kon praised easily, purring into Tim’s neck, the steady rumbling sensation filling his chest and warming his limbs from the inside out, pleasure burning in his veins.
Unable to help himself, Kon pulled out carefully and slid himself all the way back in, filling Tim as much as he could, rolling his hips to push up against his inner walls. Tim suddenly gasped sharply, plumes of smoke spilling from his mouth and nose. Tim’s muscles tightened with every cough that rattled his lungs, and Kon groaned and bent forward, pressing his face up against Tim’s neck. A rolling sort of pleasure made pins and needles in his lower stomach, sparks of static electricity popping behind his eyelids.
The taste of smoke burned on his tongue, and Tim gasped and coughed, every spasm of the lungs causing him to clench around Kon’s cock. Kon nuzzled into his neck and kissed his throat, listening to his wheezing breaths and the sound of his heartbeat as it stuttered against his rib cage. He nibbled at his throat and thrust himself slowly in and out again.
Tim gasped, and his hips twitched, but Kon held him in place, letting Tim really savor the feeling of Kon sliding inside. He imagined the feeling of fullness and the warmth. Kon himself was drowning in the heat, sweat rolling down the back of his neck and making the breeze from the open window feel all the more chilling.
Thankfully, Tim was already starting to loosen up again, unable to focus long enough to keep himself tense, and with his muscles so relaxed, it was easy. Kon almost missed the little bit of resistance he normally got from Tim’s hole.
But compared to the bratty tension that always seemed to cling to him, Kon liked Tim like this a lot more. There was no resistance, no tension besides the slightly instinctual clench of his hips tightening and then going limp again. It was so easy for Kon to just slide himself right in, as if Tim’s body was already aching for it.
He buried himself up to his hips, trying not to groan over the warmth and pressure of it. A low purr started up from the center of his chest, dipping closer to a growl as he let himself savor the sensation. His stomach burned, and it took everything in Kon’s power to make sure he wasn’t applying too much force that would hurt Tim, especially not when he was too out of it to really say if Kon was squeezing too hard.
Kon rocked his hips a little bit, rolling up against Tim’s inner walls, feeling his muscles instinctively twitch and contract around him from the stimulation. Tim’s pussy was so warm, it felt warmer now with his cock buried inside him than it did with just his fingers, slick dripping from his hole.
Kon could hear the wet, sticky sound of his cock moving inside him. He felt the slight suction as it pulled against him, swallowing him whole. Kon’s stomach ached. His own muscles twitched. He kneaded Tim’s hips and dug the pads of his fingers into the soft fat. He used his other hand to roll over Tim’s clit, making circular motions and pressing down just to feel Tim’s muscles twitch and spasm.
Tim’s heartbeat had picked up, fast, heavy thuds pounding up against the inside of his rib cage. Kon bent over and kissed his torso, sucking hickies into the jut of bone just on the underside of his ribs, biting down on the small pouch of fat. Tim tried to wriggle, but was held in place by his own lack of coordination and Kon’s hands.
“You’re doing so good,” Kon praised, squeezing his eyes shut just long enough to get himself under control. He breathed deeply through his nose and tasted nothing but smoke on his tongue. He bit down on Tim’s stomach and felt Tim twitch and stutter, twitching against him.
Kon pulled back so that he was leaning over Tim’s torso and so that he could see all the expressions Tim allowed himself to make freely. So he could see every twitch of his lips and the furrow to his brow while he made sweet noises that Kon would’ve never gotten to hear normally without being muffled. He smiled and kissed Tim on the lips. He sighed happily.
Then Kon started to move his hips in and then out, filling Tim completely before pulling out about halfway. Tim whimpered, and his jaw hung slack, fingers twitching above his head as he struggled to figure out how to hold onto the pillow his head was resting on. Kon pressed one palm into the mattress for support and used the other to keep Tim’s hips slightly elevated, which didn’t take much effort on his part.
Kon thrust into him, warmth and pressure building in his lower stomach every time he felt Tim clench around him, his body tensing up automatically when he hit up against that particular spot inside him. Tim jerked and moaned loudly, throwing his head back with his eyes rolling up into his skull. Kon purred and growled lowly from the back of his throat, heart pounding in his chest.
Kon tried to make sure he hit all the right places inside to make Tim sob, rocking his hips and thrusting into him at a steady pace, all the while rubbing his clit. He wanted to bend down to kiss him, so he did, and Tim’s mouth hung open with just the effort it took to kiss back, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he tried to respond.
His eyes were crossed when he tried to look Kon in the face, and it took only a few more steady thrusts for those beautiful blue eyes to roll up into his skull. His back arched, and he let out a stuttered high-pitched sob, his voice breaking at the end as it devolved into a gasping whine. Tim’s pussy clenched tightly around Kon’s cock, holding him in place as he rocked Tim through another beautiful orgasm, continuing to rub his clit.
“Good boy,” Kon murmured, watching as Tim’s eyelids fluttered and he panted like a dumb dog, tongue hanging out and everything. Kon wished that he could save the image of Tim in his mind forever, wished he could commit it to memory so he could come back to this moment in the future to jerk off to. He’d just have to make do with getting Tim high again and railing him until he saw stars.
Tim’s body twitched and spasmed, and he clenched tightly around his cock, his stomach rolling as he gasped and arched his back. Kon hissed through his teeth and bit down on the inside of his mouth, rolling his hips lightly, giving Tim a moment to rest and catch his breath so he didn’t pass out, but not enough to fully come down.
After a little bit, Tim’s far-off stare fell onto Kon, and he barely looked like he recognized Kon, his eyes bloodshot and crossed. He blinked and panted. Kon reached up with his free hand so he could smooth Tim’s bangs away from his face, sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead. Tim hummed and sighed and leaned up into it, any remaining tension from his orgasm draining from his muscles in waves.
His chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath. Kon trailed his fingers underneath his chin and tilted his head back so Kon could lean down to kiss Tim. He casually thrusted in and out of Tim, going slowly to really savor the feeling of warmth and pressure that bubbled up in the base of his stomach. Tim moaned into the kiss, lips moving weakly against Kon’s.
Tim’s lips were so warm, and they tasted like smoke. His eyes rolled back into his head, eyelids fluttering every time Kon pulled out and pushed himself all the way back in, rocking himself up slowly against his inner walls. Tim’s fingers twitched, and he struggled to dig his nails into the pillowcase.
Kon cradled Tim’s face in one hand, holding him exactly where he wanted him so he could lavish Tim. Kon pulled back just enough so he could see the way Tim left his mouth slightly parted, how his jaw fell slack as he tilted his head back to moan when Kon picked up the pace of his steady in and out motions. Tim’s eyes squeezed shut, and his expression contorted so beautifully.
Tim’s breath was hot and heavy as he trembled beneath him, body twitching in pleasure. His face was so flushed it was hard to make out the individual freckles that dotted across his cheekbones. Kon bent down to kiss them anyway, matching the pace of his small, rapid kisses with the timing of his thrusts.
Kon could feel the warmth of Tim’s hole around him, and it made his heart stutter in his chest, his own brain struggling to keep up with everything that was happening. He moved one hand down to rest on Tim’s hip, holding him in place and kneading the soft skin as pressure built in his lower stomach.
At the same time, he nipped at Tim’s lips, kissing him even though Tim couldn’t focus enough to kiss back. He moved down so that he could sink his teeth into the delicate skin of his collarbone, his own breath coming out in deep pants.
Tim writhed and sobbed beneath him, salty tears rolling down his cheeks as he moaned freely and unashamedly. The sounds were like music to Kon’s ears, and he purred, a low growl building in the back of his throat. He buried his nose into the crook of Tim’s neck and smelt the sweat that beaded along his throat.
He didn’t stop. The electric sparks of pleasure bounced across the skin of his thighs and between his legs, and Kon chased that building of pressure in his stomach. Kon kept going even when Tim shook and trembled and clenched around him, another orgasm pouring through his body, causing all his tension to unfurl like the petals of a flower.
Kon didn’t give him a break this time, too distracted chasing the feeling of pleasure that squirmed in his stomach. His heart was pounding like a caged bird in his chest, and it took everything in him to remember how to breathe right, his own thoughts working slowly and hazy in his brain. All he could think about was Tim, the feeling of Tim’s pussy around him, the sound of his beautiful moans, and the taste of him on his tongue.
Tim sank deeper into the mattress, deeper into that warm, fuzzy feeling that made him pliant and easy. Kon sank deeper into his folds, pushing himself as deep as he could, rolling his hips up to pound against just the right spot that made Tim wail. He squeezed his fingers around the fabric of the pillow beneath his head and sobbed.
Tim made sounds that maybe could have been an attempt at words, or just more useless babble, interrupted by his high-pitched moans. He moaned like a girl, like a dog in heat, gasping and panting and wheezing. Kon tasted the sweat on his skin one last time, biting down hard enough to leave a mark on the tough part of his shoulder.
He kept rocking his hips into Tim until that tight, coiled sensation deep in his stomach finally snapped.
Then, with a heaving breath and a low growl, Kon pulled out just before he came, white, hot cum splattering across Tim’s stomach as he pushed himself over the edge, one hand moving up to stroke his cock. Sparks danced along the edges of his vision, and it took everything in his power to keep himself upright, hovering above Tim’s limp form.
He rolled through the waves of his own orgasm, squeezing his eyes shut and biting down hard on the inside of his mouth until the tension released and he was left wrung out and shaky.
His chest heaved with the effort that had taken out of him, and he found himself surprisingly exhausted, face flushed, and sweat rolling down the side of his face. He panted and blinked sparkling colors out of the edges of his vision, his cock twitching and stomach tensing up before relaxing.
When Kon finally managed to pull his attention back to Tim beneath him, Tim was also panting, eyelids fluttering occasionally with the effort it took to keep them open. Kon reached up and cupped his cheek in his palm, kissing him hot and wet and sloppily. Sticky cum beaded against his hips as he leaned in, and he could feel it gathered on Tim’s stomach.
“Good boy,” Kon praised a little dazedly, the words spilling from his lips before he could really think about it, “You did so well for me, hm?” He kissed Tim’s cheeks, taking deep, steadying breaths. Tim’s eyes rolled up, barely managing to land on Kon’s face.
His expression was far off and glassy, and Kon smiled at how adorable it was. His mouth hung open as he panted, and his cheeks were flushed a deep tomato red. Even his eyes were bloodshot and puffy, tears just beginning to dry on the tips of his eyelashes. Kon kissed him again softly, pressing their lips together for a long moment to really savor the warmth.
With a deft hand, Kon brushed some of Tim’s bangs away from his face. Tim’s eyelids slipped shut, and he leaned into the touch, humming softly as Kon scritched lightly at his scalp. He took a moment to bring Tim’s arms down from above his head, and he allowed himself to be moved like a rag doll, body limp and pliant.
Kon took a second to roll out Tim’s shoulders so gently, stretching his muscles as best he could while making sure he didn’t hurt him. Tim made a soft humming noise from the back of his throat and tilted his head to the side, but didn’t resist at all. And when Kon moved his arms to rest back at his sides, that was the position that Tim remained in, perfectly pliant to every one of Kon’s whims.
If he really wanted to, Kon could have sat there all night and used Tim however he wanted to, and Tim couldn’t do anything about it. He allowed himself to be moved with no resistance, allowed Kon to kiss and bite up his stomach and chest, and allowed him to ogle every inch of his body without complaint.
All the while, he just continued to blink up at Kon with half-lidded eyes and no understanding of what was going on. He moaned unashamedly when Kon lavished him and made beautiful little noises whenever Kon did something that he really liked. But Kon was allowed complete free rein to do whatever he wanted.
Even now, Tim was still half-splayed across the bed, stretched out languidly and relaxed like a cat. While his arms had remained above his head, they left a small imprint in the pillow where he had been grabbing onto the fabric. A little bit of spit pooled at the corners of his mouth where his lips hung open ever so slightly, and he blinked up at Kon dazedly, so far gone that he didn’t even care.
His neck and chest were spotted with hickies, some beginning to darken into a deep purplish brown color, painting a beautiful set of constellations on his pale skin, with teeth marks gouged into the delicate parts of his skin. His stomach was in a similar state, but now was beaded with streaks of white cum that stuck to his lower ribs and belly, creating a pattern of ownership all over him. There was no doubt in the world who Tim belonged to.
Kon reached out and cupped his palms around Tim’s ribs, feeling the warmth radiating from his body and the way that his chest expanded with each light breath he took. Kon slid his hands down, feeling the curve of his sides and the softness of his waist as he pulled them over the delicate dip of his bones and muscles until he could cradle his hips.
Tim squirmed and pushed up into the touch, eyelids fluttering in content as he made soft little humming noises, almost like a little puppy crooning happily. His head tilted back, and he tried to stretch out, limbs still working uselessly, and muscles relaxed and pliant. He just seemed pleased that Kon was still paying attention to him, giving him all the affection he deserved.
Despite his efforts not to, Kon had managed to bruise Tim’s hips, small splatterings of finger-shaped red and purple marks dug into the curving fat of his hips. Kon smoothed his palms gently over the marks, soothing the aching skin. A pang of guilt fluttered in his chest, but he swallowed it down with a deft press of his lips to the tender skin of Tim’s hips.
Tim squirmed just a little bit, making a noise from the back of his throat, his head rocking a little bit as he shifted. Kon smoothed his fingers over the line of muscles along his stomach and pulled away, keeping one hand splayed across the warmth of his skin, just to remain in contact.
Then, Kon finally sat up, pulling himself away from between Tim’s legs. He took an extra second to adjust Tim into a more comfortable position, pressing his thighs a little closer together, relaxing his hips, and rolling his thumb over the stiff muscles.
Kon fe flopped down on the bed just next to Tim, taking a deep, steadying breath to calm his racing heartbeat and soothe his tired lungs. The mattress was warm and soft against his side, and he let himself hold one arm over Tim’s chest, keeping him close, but not directly on top of Tim.
Tim let out a deep, slow breath, sinking further into limp, relaxed muscles. Kon couldn’t help but relax as well, scooting closer so he could bury his nose into Tim’s neck, breathing in his scent and using it to soothe himself.
Kon took a minute—a couple minutes really—to catch his breath, basking in the warmth of Tim’s body pressed up against him. He allowed himself to come down from the high of everything that had happened, hormones making his body buzz weakly and his brain to sag a little in his skull.
His cock went soft between his legs, and his heart settled into a comfortable, rhythmic beat. He listened to Tim’s breathing and his heartbeat, breathed in the scent of his sweat, and soaked up the heat of his body until he felt ready to function again (because someone needed to, and Tim probably wasn’t sobering up for a long time).
Kon may have dozed a little bit, his eyes fluttering shut a few times before blinking back open. Time passed slowly, like wading through syrup. A few minutes stretched into what felt like a very long time. Tim snored softly next to him, his body radiating warmth that Kon soaked up like a sponge, pressing himself as close as possible.
Tim didn’t really move while Kon lay next to him, settling into whatever position his body had been placed in. His chest rose and fell rhythmically with each breath he took, but apart from that, he barely moved a muscle. Sometimes he twitched, and it jerked Kon back into awareness, but he didn’t squirm or hum or whimper or give any indication that anything was wrong.
By the time that Kon started to come back into awareness to the point he might be able to function—or the point that he could force himself to function—the room had cooled significantly from the breeze drifting in through the open window. Kon shivered a little bit as he separated himself from Tim’s sleeping form, his face and chest still flushed a deep red color, even in his sleep.
Kon squirmed, starting to feel his cum dry, sticky, and flaky on the inside of his thighs, and his hips were really starting to ache. His mouth was dry, and a lingering taste had started to go sour on his tongue.
Tim didn’t stir as Kon shuffled his way to the edge of the bed, sitting up carefully to let the blood settle gently. The bed frame creaked, and the mattress shifted as Kon stood up slowly, body aching and sore and so sticky. His stomach rumbled, and he realized it had been a while since he had dinner. Tim would probably be hungry too if he were even in a state to be able to eat.
Kon looked back over his shoulder with a slight grimace. Tim was snoring softly, eyelids fluttering shut and mouth hanging open slightly. Tim was normally a much lighter sleeper than this and would often begin to stir if Kon shifted even slightly when they were pressed up against each other. But now, he didn’t even twitch, still sank limply into the mattress, his head tilted to the side as he slept.
He should really let Tim sleep all this off, but he should also drink some water and eat something if he could. Kon slid his palm down his face and ran his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily, exhaustion weighing deeply on his shoulders.
Small things first.
Kon walked around the other side of the bed, ducking around the window to not flash the entire city. Then, he pulled the frame shut, letting the air in the apartment settle, the stench of weed still lingering. The blinds and curtains were shut after that, making the room just a little darker.
Although the desk lamp was on, Kon turned on another two lamps in Tim’s bedroom to let him see a little better in the darkness. The shadows in the room lengthened from the warm yellowish glow, but Kon didn’t pay them any mind.
After shutting the window, Kon shuffled his way to the bathroom, flicking on the lights and squinting at the warm yellow glow that bathed the tiles around him. The bathroom was a little messy with the first aid kit open and spilling its contents on the counter, not put away since the last time Tim used it. Dirty clothes had halfway made it into the hamper, although a pair of pants was still sitting on the floor.
Kon tossed the pants into the hamper as he knelt to check below the sink, looking for a washcloth. He picked one out of the pile of towels that Tim had stashed and then ran the faucet to let the water warm up.
In the meantime, Kon took another cloth and scrubbed at his own hips and thighs with cold water to get some of the cum and sweat off. He grimaced and wiped down his cock with as gentle a hand as he could, heightened sensitivity causing his hips to jerk a little bit. He could shower in the morning when he had more energy. Right now, he just needed a cursory clean.
Once the water from the faucet warmed up, Kon stuck the other cloth underneath it and let the water saturate the fabric. He gave it a small squeeze and then turned the water off, returning quickly to the bedroom to avoid dripping water all over the floor.
He rounded the bed to the side that Tim was sleeping on and sat down as gently as he could. The mattress dipped, and Tim fell a little closer to Kon, sniffling a little in his sleep. His stomach was still beaded in flaky, dried cum, and Kon knew that would be uncomfortable to sit with once he woke up.
So, even though Kon figured this would probably wake him up, he brought the warm, damp washcloth to Tim’s stomach, swiping it gently over his front. Tim snuffled at that, making a small hum from the back of his throat and shifting slightly. Kon did his best to be gentle, especially with the myriad of bruises and bite marks that scattered across Tim’s upper torso.
Beads of water rolled down the gentle curve of Tim’s sides, pooling in the dip of his belly button or dripping onto the sheets beneath him. Kon wiped down his stomach and then the inside of his thighs, swiping very gently over the sensitive part of his pussy. Tim groaned again and tried to shift away from the sensitivity, shivering as the warm water cooled on his skin.
“It’s okay, it’s just me,” Kon reassured him, reaching up with his free hand to smooth his fingers through Tim’s hair, pushing his sweaty bangs away from his face. Tim’s eyelids peeked open a little bit, squinting at him through heavy lids and a hazy expression.
He hummed absently, a deep sigh spilling from his lips. Kon moved his arms again to brush the cloth over his sides, and Tim just let himself be moved. He made a few soft groans of protest when Kon slid the cloth over sensitive skin or let the water chill his burning skin, but other than that, Kon received no helpful commentary or movement from Tim.
He didn’t seem any more aware of himself or his surroundings than before, which was fine. He’d have to come down eventually. Hopefully. Kon eyed the weed pen on the bedside table with a slight apprehension. He swept it into the drawer with a slight brush of his hand.
Once Tim was mostly cleaned—at least less sticky and covered in cum than before—Kon patted the excess water dry with the blanket and bundled Tim up so he wouldn’t get cold. He settled back into the bed easily, as if he didn’t even notice that Kon was touching him or cleaning him.
Kon tossed the washcloth into the bathroom and then picked out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt from one of Tim’s drawers. He figured Tim wouldn’t mind, or if he did mind, he probably wouldn’t notice until tomorrow, and by then he probably wouldn’t care. He slipped them on and cinched the sweatpants at his waist, the shirt hanging comfortably at his sides.
The entire time, Kon kept one ear out for Tim, following his heartbeat in his brain, making sure that he slept okay and that nothing was wrong. He hoped that he would be able to hear any significant shifts or a hitch to his breath that someone without superhearing might miss. But so far, his breathing was steady, apart from the occasional snoring, and he dozed easily.
Snooping through the rest of Tim’s drawers, Kon found another pair of boxers in Tim’s dresser and a new pajama shirt for him to wear. He threw those onto the bed and would worry about getting Tim into those later. He was internally glad he had super strength, because he figured that Tim wouldn’t be doing any helping when it came to getting dressed.
Kon felt a little better now that he was covered up and felt brave enough to venture out of the bedroom and into the rest of the small apartment. He needed to get himself and Tim some water, and hopefully some food. But he would be lucky if he could get Tim to actually eat something.
The apartment was surprisingly quiet. The air conditioning hadn't kicked in because of the chill from Tim’s open window, but the living room and kitchen felt a little warmer. Kon took a slow, tired breath and shuffled into the kitchen, flicking a light on as he went.
He had been to Tim’s apartment many times before and was no stranger to Tim’s layout or where he kept things. The kitchen was small and a little crowded, with the countertops stuffed with boxed and canned food that Tim hadn’t had time to put away in the cabinets yet. Kon blinked blearily at the microwave timer, which displayed a fuzzy green ’2:26’ in the morning. So either they had been going for a lot longer than Kon thought, or Kon had actually dozed off.
Kon yawned and shook his head slowly. That didn’t matter right now. He found a plastic cup from the cabinet and filled it with cool water right from the sink, downing it all in one go. The water was cool as it slid down his throat, wetting the dryness of his tongue and easing some of the shakiness in his hands.
He was thirstier than he thought, drank another full cup of water, tilting his head back to let it fill his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut to block out the bright kitchen light and breathed deeply through his nose. He filled up the cup one more time and drank about half of it before setting it in the bottom of the sink, satisfied.
Kon licked his lips and then wiped them on the back of his hand, relieved to finally get something to drink, although his stomach rumbled unhappily in reminder.
Kon shuffled quietly through the kitchen, opening cabinet doors to look for something easy to eat quickly. He didn’t want to make something since that would take too long and be too loud, so he figured Tim had to have some snacks somewhere.
He found a box of protein bars and took two before putting the box back on the shelf and shutting the cabinet door. One of the protein bars Kon tucked into his pocket, but the other one he unwrapped fully and shoved into his mouth, chewing noisily while he went back to the fridge.
Kon opened it and bent down to peer into the bright, glowing interior, squinting from the brightness, the protein bar in his mouth tasted like chocolate. He swallowed it and again wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Then Kon plucked a cool plastic water bottle off the top shelf and nudged the door shut with his foot.
He returned to the bedroom after turning all the lights off and shut the door behind him. The protein bar in his pocket crinkled lightly while he walked, the wrapper pressed up against his thigh.
Tim remained asleep in the same position that Kon had left him, half wrapped up in the blankets and snoring softly. Kon set the water bottle down on the nightstand and put the protein bar next to it. He braced himself for what he was going to have to do next.
Kon sat down on the edge of the bed again, the frame creaking and the mattress dipping beneath his weight. Kon reached out carefully, placing a hand on Tim’s shoulder and shaking him softly. Kon listened to the sound of Tim’s heartbeat picking up slowly as he pulled himself back into the land of the living. But Tim barely stirred, his head lolling to the side as he was moved, but he barely gave any more than a soft snuffle and a frustrated hum.
“Tim, come on, need you to wake up for a little bit,” Kon cooed gently, trying to keep his voice low so it wasn’t startling, but loud enough that it would hopefully help rouse Tim from his sleep. Tim squirmed a little when Kon shook his shoulder again, as if he were trying to move away from Kon but couldn’t really get his limbs to cooperate.
“Rob,” Kon prompted soothingly, using his other hand to sweep Tim’s bangs away from his face, patting his cheek gently. “Just for a little bit, and then you can go right back to sleep, I promise.”
Tim probably wasn’t understanding anything that Kon was saying to him, but it was worth a try. He shook Tim’s shoulders again and received a very bleary and unhappy glare. Tim squinted in the light of the room, even though there were only a few lamps illuminating the space. His gaze was still hazy and far off, and it took him a second to really focus on Kon’s face.
Kon slid his fingers through his hair again, making sure to keep his bangs out of his eyes.
“Hey,” Kon said softly, tilting his head to the side and leaning forward to meet Tim’s gaze. Tim groaned a little bit and tried to squeeze his eyes shut again, but Kon just shook his shoulders again ever so gently. “Come on, buddy, up and at 'em.”
Tim mumbled something that was maybe words, maybe just another useless groan or a tired babble. His eyes were still bloodshot and hazy, and when he struggled to peel them back open a second time, Kon saw just how glazed his pupils were. Tim breathed deeply through his nose and groaned, muscles tensing a little and then relaxing all at once as if he were a puppet and his strings had just gotten cut.
“How’re you feeling?” Kon asked, to no response. Tim made a weak, aborted gesture to shove Kon’s hand away, although he didn’t have the coordination to even land his fingers anywhere near Kon’s arm. He just batted lightly at the air before his hand flopped over his chest and went limp.
Kon shifted so that he could tuck his hands underneath Tim’s arms, pulling him up ever so slightly so that he could prop Tim against the pillows behind him. Tim groaned and let his head fall forward, but for the most part didn’t protest to being moved. It wasn’t like he had the coordination to really do anything himself.
At the same time that Kon brushed Tim’s bangs away from his face, he helped Tim sit back, letting his head fall against the headboard instead of hanging forward with his chin to his chest. Tim groaned again and squeezed his eyes shut, palming uselessly at his face in an attempt to scrub at his eyes. He made a noise not unlike a child who was about to throw up.
“Come on, you’ll feel better with something in your stomach,” Kon tutted in sympathy, furrowing his eyebrows and watching Tim with a worried expression, looking very carefully for any sort of hitches in his breathing or a bob to his throat.
Kon was starting to think that maybe he had gone a little too far in the heat of the moment. Tim tried to sink back down into a supine position again, but Kon unfortunately held him up, keeping him pushed up against the headboard, no matter how limp his body decided to go.
“Work with me here, Rob,” Kon begged, even though he was sure that Tim was absolutely incapable of actually working with Kon right now. He just blinked at him dazedly, like he wasn’t even aware that Kon was saying anything at all. Kon grimaced a little.
“Come on, you need to drink something,” Kon continued to say, even though he was pretty sure his words were useless at this point. He reached out with one hand to grab the water bottle he had placed on the nightstand. He cracked open the seal and brought the mouth of the bottle to Tim’s lips.
Tim drank a little, almost out of reflex rather than anything else, a little bit of water dribbling down his chin and making a puddle in his lap. Kon kept one hand around the back of Tim’s neck, holding his head in the right position so he didn’t slip forward or choke on the water.
The water seemed to help a little bit. Tim blinked at Kon, still dazedly, but breathed a little easier, the wheezing in his throat died down. He had to have been thirsty.
He drank what Kon held up to his lips, but then, when Kon maneuvered Tim so that he could hold the water bottle in his hands, Tim just sat there staring blankly at his lap. Kon had hoped that Tim might recognize when he was thirsty again and take a few more sips on his own without Kon helping him, but that didn’t seem to be an option right now. Tim was still so out of it that Kon was really thinking that he had gone way too far.
Kon didn’t know how long the weed would take to wear off. And he didn’t know how much he had given Tim either.
Kon was regretting some of his decisions, even if they made sense in the moment. But there was nothing he could do about that now, other than keep taking care of Tim and hope that the water helped sober him up a little bit.
While Tim sat there in a bit of a daze, Kon unwrapped the protein bar and broke off a small piece to give to Tim. He pressed it against his lips until he opened his mouth and took it. Kon watched very carefully as he chewed and swallowed, again working on instinct rather than anything else.
Tim swayed a little bit as he sat up, his eyelids steadily drooping shut, but he ate the bites that Kon fed him and drank a little more water when it was held to his lips. But other than that, Tim didn’t give much of a response.
When Kon figured that Tim had eaten enough, at least enough that it could hopefully settle his stomach and get him to morning, Kon capped the water bottle and put the rest of the protein bar on the bedside table. Tim’s head was nodding forward again as exhaustion sank deep into his muscles, but Kon wanted to at least get some underwear on him, even if he didn’t manage to get a shirt on.
Thankfully, Tim was just as pliant as he was before and allowed Kon to maneuver him as if he were nothing but a rag doll. Even if Tim groaned a little at being manhandled, he didn’t put up much more of a fight than just sinking uselessly down into the pillows.
Kon hooked his hands around his legs and brought a new pair of boxers up over his hips, sliding his hand underneath the waistband to make sure it wasn’t folded over anywhere. Then Kon had to help Tim sit back up once more so that he could pull the t-shirt over his head.
If Tim were any more coherent, he probably would’ve been giving Kon a whole mouthful of sass, but as it was, he just hummed softly and made little moans of protest whenever he had to lift his head. Kon helped put his arms through the sleeves and then pulled the shirt down to rest over his stomach. Kon was glad he had super strength.
Satisfied that he had taken care of most of the pressing issues, Kon figured anything else could wait until morning. He’d shower and make them both some actual food for breakfast, and make sure Tim was sobering up okay. But right now, he figured Tim would do well to sleep off most of it.
Kon helped Tim lean back down with his head on the pillow, pulling him onto his side so that Kon could climb over him onto the other side of the bed and tuck Tim into his chest. Tim just sighed and sank into the arms that wrapped deftly around his shoulders and pressed him close.
Using one hand, Kon pulled the blankets up over them both, settling his head on the pillow just next to Tim, sinking into the mattress. He tucked the sheets around Tim’s shoulders and snuggled underneath them, burying his face in Tim’s hair and breathing in his scent.
Tim was already asleep again in his arms, snoring softly. Kon allowed himself to relax, tension draining from his muscles as he listened to the sound of Tim’s steady heartbeat in his chest. Soon enough, Kon found himself drifting off as well with a pleasant warmth buzzing in his chest.