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Tim didn’t usually end up at Kon’s place, AKA Martha and Jonathan Kent’s place.

It was easier to crash at one of Tim’s apartments or the tower or even the manor after a mission or when needing to lay low. Sure, Tim has been there before, but not for sleepovers, at least not since they’ve started doing… whatever it was that they’ve been doing. Tim hasn’t even met Ma and Pa properly.

So when, one rainy night in Smallville, the last person Kon probably expected to knock on the door when he opened it was a soaking wet Red Robin, unmasked with his nose bleeding and his jaw bruised.

“Oh my god, Tim, what the- why are you- GET INSIDE!” Kon didn’t even ask questions before ushering Tim into the house, the vigilante looking like a beat up wet cat in his current conditions.

“Thank you…” Tim whispered, teeth chattering as Kon opened up the shoe closet and took out a towel, shaking the dust out of it before wrapping it around him.

“What are you even doing here?” Kon finally asked.

Tim hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of his friend and partner. He was in a baggy black shirt of some band Tim didn’t recognize and flannel pyjama pants, no accessories save for his piercings. Tim was pretty sure he'd never seen Kon tone it down this much except for when he was naked.

“Investigating a lead on a case me and Bruce are working on. I went without telling him.”

It was stupid of him, yes. But Tim really thought he could handle it. It was one of Scarecrow’s hired scientists to go investigate meteor shards that were known to be around Smallville because apparently there had been studies shown that it could increase adrenaline and cortisol when inhaled. It wasn’t even Dr Crane himself, going in, Tim was sure that he could handle it.

Kon knit his brows together. “Oh my god, Tim-”

“I thought it would be fine. Then I got into a chase and my bike flew off the side of the road because of the rain…” Tim’s bottom lip trembled. 

Gotham rained all the time. Tim had gone out on his bike in the rain plenty of times. But he didn’t count on how hard it would be to maneuver when you’re being shot at. He’d crashed and messed up his bike about a mile away from here, busted his nose and ripped his suit.

“I just… I don’t want to call B yet because I know I messed up, I let the guy get away and I know he’s gonna lecture me and I can’t-”

He choked on his words. Of course, Bruce was going to be more worried than mad, but Tim was probably going to be taken off the case. He’d made a mistake, one that had consequences. Tim could hear Bruce in his head telling him that he shouldn’t be so arrogant and attempt something like this on his own and-

“Sh sh it’s okay.” Kon reached out and pulled Tim into a hug, interrupting his train of thought. “Yes, you can stay here for the night. I’m just happy that you’re alive.”

Tim let out a broken sob into Kon’s shoulder, burying his face there. Kon just squeezed him tighter, making him wince. Dammit, he must have bruised his ribs too. Kon whispered an apology and kissed the top of his head.

“Conner, sweetie, who was at the door?” another voice called which made Tim flinch, and when he looked up he saw an older woman walking into the hall. “Oh my.”

Tim pulled away from Kon almost on reflex but Kon held onto him, ensuring he didn’t go far.

“Hey, Ma. This is Tim.” Kon tilted his head towards him.

“Don’t- Conner, my secret identity-” Tim tried to argue.

“Babe, relax. These are the people that raised a little alien baby without anyone in Smallville ever figuring it out.” Kon reminded him, then smiled at Ma again. “He’s my boyfriend. He got in an accident, is it okay if he stays the night?”

“So this is the boy I’ve heard so much about!” Ma smiled and walked up to Tim. “Oh dear, you certainly look worse for wear. Here, come with me.”

Tim was surprised by her strength as she grabbed him and started leading him to the bathroom. “I’ll get you all patched up, did you hydroplane in the rain?”

“Something like that. But it was my motorbike.” Tim explained.

Ma clicked her tongue. “Those things are so dangerous, I tell you. I never let Clark even think about riding one of those things, and now his boy is talkin’ bout wanting to get one, heaven forbid.”

“Clark and I are invulnerable, Ma.” Kon followed them both into the bathroom. “Plus, motorcycles are cool as hell.”

“Watch the language, Conner David Kent.” Ma chided him, ushering Tim to sit on the toilet then holding a cloth against his nose.

“Sorry, Ma.” Kon chuckled, leaning against the doorframe.

Tim looked over at him. “David?”

“Oh like Jackson is a better middle name?”

“I’m not judging, I just didn’t know you had one.”

“What’s all this ruckus about?” Tim looked over to see an older man come into view, likely ‘Pa’ Kent.

“Jonathon! Come, meet Tim! Conner’s special little friend!” Ma grinned.

Tim flushed red to the roots of his hair. Of course, Kon and Tim have been fooling around for some time now, but they’ve never actually called each other ‘boyfriend’ before. Tonight was the first time, although Kon likely said it because Ma and Pa wouldn’t be able to understand a situation like theirs.

But Tim was surprised by how much he actually liked hearing the label, it felt right.

“Ah, this is the Drake boy then. Conner’s talked so much about you.” Pa chuckled cheekily.

“Okay, Pa, thanks for spilling my deepest darkest secrets.” Kon turned away, cheeks dusted pink. He looked cute.

Ma took his mask off and stopped the nose bleeding, put a bandage on the cut on his face, then instructed him to take his shirt off which Tim hesitated with.

“Uh, Ma, maybe I can take it from here?” Kon offered.

“What, scared of a little old lady seeing you half naked?” Ma teased.

“I don’t mean any harm by it, I'm just… a little insecure.” Tim tried to explain.

“Hm, well alright.” Ma tried standing up on her own, struggling a bit until Kon helped her. “I’ll go grab you some clothes from Kon’s closet so he has something clean to wear, and I can try and wash your suit too, just let me know if there’s any special instructions. Then tomorrow maybe Jonathon can help you fix your bike.”

“I can?” Pa asked, having not been filled in on the situation. Ma elbowed him in the side and he flinched. “I mean, yes, of course I can.”

Kon chuckled. “Thanks, guys.” he said as the door closed. “Are you actually insecure?”

“A little.” Tim started taking off the kevlar. “You know how it looks.”

“All scarred and stuff? Yeah but they don’t care.” Kon told him as Tim took off his undershirt.

“Then maybe I had ulterior motives.” Tim spoke monotonously.

“Mhm, because tending to your wounds is so sexy.” Kon’s tone was dripping in sarcasm.

“Do you not find it so?” Tim asked as Kon pressed his hand against his back.

The half-alien snorted. “You little freak.”

There was a tingle inside of him of TTK assessing the damage. One of the cool things about Kon is that once he touches something he automatically gains the innate knowledge of how that thing worked, what made it tick, and specifically how to pull it apart or keep it together. That included humans. Kon could probably feel the blood rushing through Tim’s veins, his organs pulsing, the electricity of his brain sparking and firing.

“Well, you didn’t break any bones or get any hematomas. You’ll probably be a bit sore for a while but you don’t have any permanent damage.” Kon told him. “Impressive given you literally crashed your bike.”

“I jumped off a split second before impact and rolled into the grass.” Tim told him.

“That’s lucky then.”

“It’s skill. I was taught to do that by the Batman himself in case of an emergency.”

“Yeah, well, all your contingency plans don’t mean you won’t get out of every situation without some bumps and bruises.” Kon smirked. “And a Super someone will always be here to kiss them better.”

Tim didn’t even get a chance to respond before Kon planted a kiss on his lips, stunning the other. Kon chuckled. “Did that make you feel better?”

Tim blinked. “No.”

“Mm, guess I need to try again.” Kon kissed him again, longer and just an edge more passionate without any tongue. It made Tim feel tingly again but without the TTK. “How about now?” Kon asked when he pulled apart, but was still close enough to bump their noses together, so that Tim’s eyes crossed when he tried to look at him.

“Third time’s the charm?” Tim didn’t even finish his sentence before his words were swallowed, Kon tilting his chin up just a bit as Tim reached up to bunch his hands in Kon’s shirt.

Maybe this was exactly the medicine he needed. Tim could already feel himself warming up properly after being in the rain, although maybe that was just the burning need coursing through him. You couldn’t blame him, he hasn’t seen Kon in over two weeks because the group hasn’t had a reason to meet up for a while, plus Tim’s been busy with various cases. It just wasn’t convenient any more to see each other as often as they wanted, even though Kon could be wherever Tim was, be it halfway across the world, in a fraction of a second, and all Tim would need to do is call.

“Conner…” Tim sighed.

“I’ve got you, birdie.” Kon trilled, licking at Tim’s lip and letting his hand trail down his body. Tim gasped and leaned into the touch, wanting to succumb under Kon’s hands and powers like he’s missed oh-so much.

The doorknob rattled and they barely had time to part before Ma walked in with a bundle of clothing in her arm and a fresh towel.

“Oh my.” she giggled as Kon suddenly became very interested in the ceiling and Tim was staring at the floor like it had personally offended him, both of their cheeks burning. “So sorry to interrupt, but I figured that Tim might want a warm shower while we’re at it.”

“Yeah, thanks, Ma, ‘precite it.” Kon reached to take the garments from her but she pulled away.

“Ah-ah. You, young man, are going to come into the kitchen and help me make a meal for your boyfriend.”

“Ma! It’s almost, like, 10 o’clock at night!”

“And I won’t have him go to bed on an empty stomach!”

Tim raised his head. “Food… actually sounds great.” he gave a half-smile. “Thank you, Mrs Kent, for your hospitality.”

“You are very welcome, dear. And, please, Martha or ‘Ma’ if you so please." She set the clothes and towel on the sink. “Now don’t take too long washing up.”

Kon barely had a second to relax before Ma was tugging him by his ear and out of the bathroom. “Ow ow ow ow!”

“Hush. Weren’t you just telling me about how you were invulnerable?” Ma chided him as she closed the door.

Tim chuckled, touching his lips where Kon had kissed him.

That was the nice thing about living in the manor, the rooms where everyone stayed were so far apart that no one ever really bothered each other, or they were busy doing their own thing. Even before he started living there, Tim could probably count on one hand the amount of times his father or mother actually came into his room. Usually they rang a bell assigned to his room and he could come downstairs if they needed him. A tad detached but it worked well enough.

But this place… it wasn’t like either of those places. Even just in the bathroom, the bath and shower were one in the same, one of the doors on the cupboard was mismatched with the rest, suggesting that it had broken long ago, and the sink was cluttered with items.

Tim felt oddly at peace here.

He tried to shower quickly, but he may have stood under the spray of warm water for a few minutes too long, letting the heat work over his tired muscles. But once he was clean he changed into the clothing that he was given, items he recognized as Kon’s, grey sweatpants that he had to tie the drawstring in a bow to keep them from falling down, and another band t-shirt. This one Tim recognized because he’d been the one to introduce Kon to Stray Kids. The memory of him gushing over the members to Kon and Cassie calling him a Koreaboo brought a smile to his face.

Tim headed downstairs to where Kon was pouring some kind of liquid straight out of a saucepan into two mismatched bowls.

“Hey.” Tim called and Kon turned around.

“Hey.” Kon smiled. “You look good in my clothes.”

“They’re too big on me.” Tim replied, tugging the shirt down to show how it covered his ass, the short sleeves going down to his elbows.

“That one’s supposed to be oversized. It’s like, a whole thing.” Kon set the saucepan in the sink and grabbed the bowls as Tim sat down at the kitchen table.

“Conner! I don’t hear the sink running! You better rinse that pot out and then put it in the dishwasher!” Ma’s voice called from the living room.

“Okay, okay!” Kon set the bowls down and went to do as he was told. Tim couldn’t help but smile, looking down at the red liquid he was presented with.

“Is this a bisque?”

“Hm? No, it’s tomato soup. Ma’s recipe.” Kon told him, running the water into the saucepan.

Tim lifted the bowl to his lips and drank some of it. It was good for how simple it was, but it wasn’t a protein bar or a green smoothie and it was warm so Tim was grateful. “Thank you, it’s good.”

“Weirdly enough, this is the same thing that Clark first fed me once I separated from Luthor. I’d never had real food before, and it’s sorta my favorite now haha.” Kon picked his bowl back up. “Y’know, I was gonna eat in the living room with Ma and Pa. We were watching Cheaper By The Dozen together before you showed up. You’re welcome to join if you want to, although we’re already like halfway through the movie.”

Tim hesitated. “I wouldn’t want to impose-”

“Kinda too late for that.” Kon teased. “Come on, I promise they won’t mind.”

Tim waited for a beat longer, unsure still if he was really allowed to make room for himself, before he took his bowl and followed Kon into the living room. Ma was sitting on the end of a loveseat with knitting needles in hand and Pa was in the recliner, Kon sat on the couch and Tim sat right next to him. The differences in their posture was extreme, Tim sitting ram-rod straight with his knees pressed together and Kon sitting slouched with his feet up on the coffee table, pressing play on the remote.

Like Kon had mentioned, they were halfway through the movie and Tim had no clue what was happening so far, so Ma spent a good ten minutes catching him up on the plot and then going on a side tangent about it reminding her of something that happened to Clark when he was young.

“In fact, one of the older boys looks quite a bit like Clark at that age.”

“No he does not.” Kon argued. “Tom Welling doesn’t even look like a teenager, he’s like, twenty-something in this movie!”

“I have to agree with Martha on this one, Conner.” Tim finally quipped. “Only because he looks like you, which I’m assuming is what Mr Kent looked like as a teenager.”

Kon opened his mouth, then closed it, frowning. “I’ll only accept that as a compliment because Tom Welling is really hot. Are you done with your soup?”

Tim handed over his empty bowl to Kon who placed it on top of his own on the coffee table, then without another word he pulled Tim by the shoulders to lean against him. A relatively innocent gesture, but Tim still tensed with the contact, flushing red even in the dim light.

To his right, Pa snored in his chair, having fallen asleep several minutes ago. Ma threw a pillow at him to wake him up, making him nearly fall out of his chair.

“I’m up, I’m up! What happened?”

“The younger kids just put the older sister’s boyfriend’s underwear into a vat of meat.” Kon told him.

The longer the movie went on the more Tim relaxed, curling up into Kon’s side and resting his head on his shoulder as his partner and the Kents laughed and talked over parts of the movie and had to skip back because they missed it. It was domestic in a way that Tim was unfamiliar with. His family didn’t do stuff like this, maybe the Bats would, if there was an opportunity, but many of them were so busy that it was hard to get together. Or maybe none of them were really trying.

The movie ended around midnight and it was Ma that was falling asleep this time. But Pa just smiled and stood up with a little bit of a struggle. Kon almost got up to go help him but Pa held up a hand to gesture that he was fine. He then slowly creeped up on his wife, getting his hands under her and lifting her up into his arms. She woke up from all the jostling and yelped but then once she registered what was going on she laughed.

“Jonathon! You dog!” she giggled.

“I’m just doin’ what any good husband outgha for his wife an’ treatin’ her like a princess.” he winked at Kon then kissed her on the cheek. “C’mon. It’s time for bed for you.”

“Take me to bed, handsome.” Ma giggled again.

“Oh my god, ew.” Kon covered his eyes with the heels of his palms.

“Oh, c’mon, you’re grown. You can handle a little flirting from two old timers.” Pa joked. “You two should go to bed soon, m’kay? And we better not have any funny business waking us up.”

“Yes, sir.” Tim nodded.

Then the Kents went up the stairs, leaving the two boys downstairs on the couch for the first beat of silence in two hours. Tim slowly sat up from where he’d been leaning on Kon, about to say something when it was interrupted by a yawn.

“Looks like it’s bedtime for you too.” Kon chuckled. “Shall I carry you up the stairs as well, milady?”

“I can still walk. You were the one who said my injuries weren’t that bad.” Tim said as he stood up.

“It’s just chivalry, you jerk.” Kon swatted at his ass.

“Oh, yeah, if chivalry wasn’t dead already then you shot it with that move.” Tim rolled his eyes.

“You definitely need to go to bed if you’re this grumpy.” Kon got up. “Come on. You can sleep in my bed with me.”

Despite how many times that Tim had shared a bed with Kon, there was still a leap in his heart when Kon mentioned that they would be sleeping in the same one. Maybe it was because this was unfamiliar territory for him, maybe it was because this was more domestic than anything they’ve done before. Regardless Tim tried not to let his heart beat too wildly as Kon led him up the stairs.

The door to Kon’s room was easily identified by a spray-painted sign displaying a tactful KEEP OUT (THAT MEANS YOU CLARK) which Tim decidedly didn’t comment on as Kon opened the door quickly.

“This… actually used to be Clark’s room. It’s the only other bedroom in the house so we just repurposed it.” Kon explained. “I think I did a good job making it my own, though. Sorry it’s so messy.”

Tim looked around the room. He had star-shaped fairy lights strung around the room as an alternative source of light. There were posters of various bands and heroes put up around as well as more spray paint spelled out SUPERBOY over his closet. Clothes were strung around on the floor and an electric guitar was propped against the desk, which was cluttered with books and opened snacks and a Big Gulp cup. Swung over the desk chair was a set of rollerskates.

Kon sat down on the unmade double bed. “Yeah, it’s not much, but it’s better than when I’m at Clark’s place and don’t even have a proper bed. He makes me sleep on the pullout when I’m over. Sometimes I steal his bed though.”

“It’s cozy.” Tim told him. “I like it.”

Kon blinked, but then smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He stood there awkwardly for a bit, unsure of what he was supposed to do now, before Kon scooted over and patted the spot next to him on the bed. “Come on. Get in here, big guy.”

Tim took a step forward but then hesitated. “Maybe I should just-” he started, turning around.

“Nope. In my bed. Now.” Kon grabbed him and yanked him into the bed with him, pulling Tim’s back against his so they were spooning.

Tim froze, entire body going rigid in a half of a second. Kon relaxed his arms so he wasn’t holding on so tight to Tim, but still Tim did not move.

He couldn’t be more obvious if he tried.

“Are you-”

“I’m fine.” Tim squawked out, voice cracking. “You’re right, I’m just tired, we should sleep.”

Kon frowned, sitting up a bit. “Is this about the boyfriend thing?”

Tim paused, surprised he was read that easily. Then again, this was Conner “Kon-El” Kent, Tim’s best friend. They’ve known each other for years, have seen every inch of each other’s bodies, and Tim was always easily able to clock whenever Kon was upset, he shouldn’t be surprised that Kon could do the same.

That was part of it, the soft and cozy aspect of sleeping in Kon’s bed, in a room that wasn’t just a crash pad, to have met his parents and be taken care of so tenderly when they didn’t even have a label on their relationship. Isn’t this out of order?

He slowly turned over. “Um… sort of?” he admitted.

Kon sighed. “Look, I know that we haven’t actually put a label on it because we only make out and have sex sometimes but I sorta kinda talk about you like you’re my boyfriend to Ma and Pa and it’s just easier to explain it like that to them.” he started rambling. “But I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position like, yes I would like to keep flirting with you and kissing and having sex but also going on dates and calling you mine also sounds really nice and-”

“Conner.” Tim faced him fully, regarding him entirely. “Do… do you want to be boyfriends?”

Even in the low light Tim could see Kon’s ears turn pink.

“If… if you want to… I would like that…” he looked away.

Tim finally felt his muscles relax and he reached out to Kon. “Hey.” he pulled on his shirt to get Kon to look at him. “Kiss me, clone boy.”

It was part Kon leaning in, part Tim sitting up, and part Tim pulling Kon down by his shirt to let their mouths meet finally. Tim kept dragging Kon down with him until he was laying on his back, Kon on top of him, kissing him like he needed him to breathe. When they finally parted Tim tilted his head and looked him in the eyes.

“I want that. To be boyfriends.”

“Huh… oh… OH!” Kon blushed. “Really? I-I mean, that’s great, I mean yes I’d love to-”

Tim kissed him again to keep him from digging himself a deeper hole. “Then wanna go on a date? Tomorrow morning? You take me out to breakfast?”

Kon laughed and pressed his forehead against Tim’s. “Is that how we’re doing it? You ask me out and then I pay? Aren’t you the one with Bruce Wayne’s credit card in your pocket?”

“You know all of the good food places around here. We can split the bill if it’s really that much of an inconvenience.”

“Oh my gosh you’re terrible.” Kon kissed his cheek. “But I accept. I’ll treat you real nice, baby.”

“Even though you’re making me pay for myself?”

“Shut up.” Kon kissed him on the lips again.

Tim let him have this one and threw his arms around Kon’s shoulders to kiss him properly. This was the part that was easy, that was familiar to them both. They knew how to please each other, where best their hands fit against the other’s bodies, when was the right time to open their mouths and connect their tongues. Fuck, Kon was such a great kisser. He’s had a lot of practice, and a lot of time to teach Tim how to do it right. Tim suckled on Kon’s tongue to draw a moan out of the other, his fingers threading through dark curls.

Then in a second Kon had pulled away, clearing his throat.

“We uh, we should probably stop.” he let out a nervous laugh.

Tim groaned. “How come?”

“Because Pa told us that we can’t be engaging in any ‘funny business’ and, well…” Kon trailed off.

Then Tim noticed it, something poking him in the thigh, most definitely Kon’s erection. He snorted. “All wound up from a little kissing?”

“Shut up.” Kon whisper-shouted. “I haven’t seen you in a while, and that door doesn’t have a lock on it. Kinda hard to jerk off when you’re scared that your sort-of grandparents could walk in at any point.”

“Yikes. Point taken.” Tim replied as Kon rolled off of him. “Another time then.”

“Definitely.” Kon grinned. “But I’m satisfied with cuddles for now.”

After a bit of maneuvering they managed to fit together within each other that would be the most comfortable, which was Tim curled at Kon’s side with Kon half-sprawled out on the bed. It was the perfect position for Kon to kiss the top of Tim’s head and for Tim to press his cheek against Kon’s chest.

“G’night, baby.” Kon readjusted his head to be more on the pillow.

“Good night, Conner.” Tim replied, closing his eyes.

Tim could fall asleep anywhere, in almost any position. Yet for the first time in a while he felt at peace when he fell asleep in Kon’s arms.

-

When Tim woke up the sun hadn’t even broken over the horizon and they had moved in the night, now they were spooning again. Tim groggily opened his eyes to see the alarm clock on Kon’s desk displaying 4:33 am. Kon was moving next to him but Tim barely registered what was going on in his half-asleep state. He was about to roll over and head back to snooze-ville when something hard knocked against his ass.

Then suddenly Tim was wide awake, because he realized that Kon was still hard and humping him in his sleep.

It was gentle, not like Kon was holding him tightly against him and going at it, but just a subtle grind of his hips that wouldn’t be so obvious if his erection wasn’t right up against Tim’s butt.

Now, this wouldn’t be much of a problem normally. Tim could just elbow Kon, wake him up, and tell him to go deal with himself in the bathroom or roll over or something. The bigger issue at hand, currently, was the fact that Tim also had a boner right now.

“Fuck me…” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes and calculating how he should proceed.

He really should wake Kon up. Or he could go deal with himself first, then maybe Kon could finish and they could resume sleeping as usual. All of these options were probably going to be the best for their sleep schedule.

But Tim was a Robin, and hence he lived and breathed by the sentiment ‘sleep is for the weak’. Kon had been right about it being too long since they had last had sex, Tim was feeling it too.

Besides, they could keep it down. Piece of cake.

Tim carefully turned around in the bed, drawing a groan from Kon and a cute knit of his brows. Tim kissed him right there, and that was enough to make the super boy reach up to rub his eyes. Tim kissed his eyelid and was met with a squinting, still clearly very sleepy Kon.

“Tim- baby, what time is it?” he groaned.

“Still early.” Tim whispered, kissing his cheek.

“Why’d you wake me up?” Kon turned his head in time to land a kiss on Tim’s mouth, a little grumpy, but not unreasonable.

“You woke me up first.” Tim started dragging his hand down Kon’s body. “Were you having a good dream?”

“Uh… kinda… I don’ r’member…” Kon was slurring as Tim pressed a kiss to his neck. “Was somethin’ about… us in the batmobile…”

“What were we doing?” Tim pushed Kon’s t-shirt up to expose his navel.

“Mm, details are fuzzy.” Kon started waking up more. “The word ‘daddy’ was thrown around.”

“Me calling you daddy?”

Kon shook his head. “No, like ‘daddy won’t find out about this if you keep quiet’. What the fuck was dream me on?” he let out a quiet laugh.

Tim flushed. Obviously, they shouldn’t have sex in the Batmobile. That was the quickest way to get him banned from Robin-ing because Bruce would find out. He loved that thing like a child, there was no doubt in Tim’s mind there were cameras on that thing from every angle.

But the idea of Kon ruining him, of turning him from a good daddy’s boy into a little cockslut, fuck, Tim liked that idea very much.

“I think dream you was trying to tell you that you need to get laid.” Tim slipped his fingers down Kon’s pants. “Right now.”

Kon’s breath hitched and he grabbed Tim’s wrist.

“Ma and Pa-”

“Are probably asleep.” Tim reasoned with him. “So as long as we’re quiet…” He wrapped his fingers around the shaft of Kon’s cock. “They will be none the wiser…”

Kon whimpered, but was clearly biting his tongue. “God, you’re such a freak.” he mumbled as Tim started to shimmy his pants down his hips.

“Please. If we were in the manor you’d do the same thing.”

“Wayne Manor has like, a mile between the bedrooms and Bruce or Alfred aren’t usually prowling the hallways or anything. Ma and Pa are literally right there and these walls ain’t paper but they’re pretty damn close- oh fuck…” Kon slapped a hand over his mouth to cover the moan starting to bubble up when Tim swiped his thumb over the tip.

“Stop me now if you’re really that worried.” Tim leaned in close to him. “Tell me no.”

Kon stared at him with blown pupils, breathing softly. Tim stood firm, holding Kon by the cock, waiting for an answer. Eventually he got it.

“Well you’ve got me too riled up now. So long as you’re quiet-”

Tim didn’t need anymore preamble, he pulled Kon’s cock out of his underwear and dropped down, perpendicular to Kon’s body as he took Kon into his mouth, pressing against his cheek.

A hand was fisted into his hair as Kon made a choked-out noise, trying not to moan or gasp. Tim chuckled as he pulled off, but didn’t go far.

“I really don’t think I’m the one who’s going to have to keep quiet.” he said, kissing the side of the shaft. “I can barely keep your mouth from running anyways.”

“Tiiiim…” Kon whined softly. “Not fair, you gotta warn me before you do stuff like that.”

“I’m going to suck you off now.” Tim said bluntly before sticking out his tongue and letting Kon’s cock fall onto it, looking up at him with the biggest eyes he could.

“Fuck…” Kon dragged out before biting his lip.

Tim closed his lips around the shaft and slipped half of it into his mouth, touching the back of his throat. Normally it was a pleasure to suck Kon off, he always had the cutest mumbles and whines as he tried so hard not to cum too fast. But all of those little noises were reduced to groans in the back of his throat as he tried to keep it together.

It almost made Tim want to push to see if he could get Kon to cry out.

It was against his better judgement, obviously they had agreed to keep it quiet, but that didn’t stop Tim from hollowing his cheeks as he sucked or running his tongue along the bottom or jerking off the other half of Kon’s big cock that he couldn’t quite fit in his mouth without deepthroating him.

And, of course, Kon wasn’t stupid, he noticed that Tim was trying every trick in the book and he curled up, fingers clinging to the sheets.

“God dammit, you little minx.” he whispered.

Tim sucked all the way up to the tip, digging his tongue into the slit before swallowing as much as he could, hitting the back of his throat with a little choked-out noise. For as much training as he needed to be Robin, Tim unfortunately still had a gag reflex. But he could still give some damn good head.

Tim closed his eyes, starting to get into it, bobbing his head up and down. He was hoping to get an orgasm out of Kon first, have him soft and pliant so Tim could boss him around a little bit. Kon was Kryptonian, he had the stamina to cum a couple times before Tim was ready for him.

But, distracted as he was, Tim didn’t pay much mind to one of Kon’s hands leaving him for a second, then his palm started going down his back.

Tim pressed Kon’s cock into his cheek again and Kon made a stifled noise, gripping Tim’s hair a little tighter to push him down, pushing the head past his throat and Tim gagged on it, drool being pushed out of the corners of his mouth.

“Sorry, baby…” Kon mumbled, rubbing the small of Tim’s back.

Tim brushed it off, pulling back so he could suckle on the head a little bit. Kon was particularly sensitive there. Although his motions weaned a little bit when he realized that Kon had dipped his hand under the waistband of Tim’s underwear, cupping one of Tim’s ass cheeks, pulling it apart so that his hole was exposed.

At first Tim thought that Kon was going to rub at his hole or even stick a finger in dry, which he wasn’t going to allow until something that notably wasn’t Kon’s fingers pressing against his entrance.

Tim moaned around Kon’s cock as the feeling of TTK pressed into him, loosening his muscles from the inside and pressing against his prostate just enough to make Tim’s cock start to leak in his shorts.

He would call Kon a pervert if his mouth wasn’t full of cock.

Using powers in the bedroom wasn’t new for them. Kon liked to be touching him in multiple places, or liked to tease him with Tactile Telekenises and pretend that he wasn’t actually doing anything. It also was an easy way to get Tim to relax because Kon could unwind all of his muscles from the inside, making him melt into putty in his arms.

Right now it was being used to open him up without lube.

Usually Kon liked to finger him, he would take his time carefully picking Tim apart, already knowing where to curl his fingers from the first time. It was a regular thing for Kon to rile Tim up by grabbing his ass and pressing his fingers against Tim’s hole over his clothes. But the lack of lube meant that Kon had to get a little more creative than usual.

And god did it feel good. Tim was squirming, pressing his thighs together and he was worked open with an invisible force spreading him wide, licking at his insides while Kon groped his ass.

“‘s something wrong, birdie?” Kon asked as Tim moaned around him again, legs shaking.

Tim would glare at him if he thought that there would be any kind of fearful effect of it, but as of right now he just redoubled his efforts. He started going faster, stroking Kon with his mouth and tongue, sucking and swallowing when it was appropriate. He still couldn’t get more than a gasp out of Kon, who was doing surprisingly well at keeping quiet.

We’ll see how good he’ll be once he needs to cum.

Unfortunately, Tim was also starting to get a little desperate. His prostate was being flicked with every downward press of his mouth, which was starting to get faster as Kon started pushing his head more. Tim couldn’t even complain, his eyes were starting to roll back into his head.

“You’re making a lotta noise down there, Rob.” Kon teased him, panting now. “Even with a cock in your mouth you still make the neediest little sounds…”

Tim wasn’t going to let that stand.

He sank all the way down, as far as he could go, swallowing around the head once, twice, three times before pulling back up and resuming his pace. The tightness of his throat was a surefire way to get Kon close to climax. He had him right where he wanted.

“Jeez, birdie…” Kon grit his teeth, TTK holding open his gaping hole, like it was an automatic while Kon’s brain turned to mush.

If he could, Tim would smirk. Just a couple more tricks up his sleeve and he’d have Kon exactly where he needed-

Kon then suddenly pushed him down again, the head pushing down his throat again and Tim did choke, esophagus fluttering around the intrusion. Kon slapped a hand over his own mouth while he came, the fluid pumping down Tim’s throat as the half-alien forced him to swallow every drop.

It made Tim’s head swim. Although maybe that was from the lack of oxygen.

Kon took mercy on him though, pulling him off which Tim promptly started coughing into his elbow to muffle the sound, the TTK finally giving him a break.

“Could’ve warned me.” Tim scolded him, voice rough from misuse, but still speaking softly.

"Should've warned me before you swallowed me down like a champ.” Kon replied, whispering, his erection only slightly flagging. “Did you cum?”

“No. Do you have lube?” Tim asked. 

Kon tilted his head over towards his desk. “First drawer. It’s unopened.”

Tim got up out of the bed, trying not to wobble on his shaky legs as he opened the drawer to find his prize.

“If they wake up I hope you know you’re probably never going to be allowed back in this house.” Kon told him as Tim hobbled back over, sliding back onto the bed.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Tim set the bottle down next to him before lifting his hips to take his pants and underwear off, his cock dripping with need that didn’t go unnoticed by the Kryptonian. 

“Damn, you need it bad.” Kon smirked, moving to take his own shirt off. “Little bit of a cockslut, aren’t ya?”

Tim deadpanned at him while he settled into Kon’s lap. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”

“I do, I do. I’m sorry.” Kon folded much quicker than he normally would have, hands going over Tim’s waist.

“Then hold still.” Tim commanded, taking the lube again and popping the cap.

“Hold on, I don’t have any condoms-” Kon argued but suddenly Tim produced one. The other man gawked at him. “Where were you keeping that?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Tim ripped it open with his teeth, sliding it on Kon’s cock in a practiced motion.

Kon’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Did you predict that this might happen?”

“No.” Tim lied, spreading some lube onto his fingers. “It just always helps to be prepared.”

Kon smirked as Tim reached behind himself to push some of the lube into his ass. No matter how stretched he was, it was still going to burn without lube. Then he poured some on Kon’s cock, letting it drip down his length before he gently stroked him to spread it around, dutifully prepping both of them.

“I coulda done that all with TTK y’know.” Kon smirked.

“You know I’m too much of a control freak for that.” Tim squeezed his cock, forcing a little noise to rise out of the back of Kon’s throat.

“Alright then.” Kon licked his lips. “Take control. Let’s see how long you can keep it.”

It was a challenge. Tim was likely going to have that turn of phrase flipped on him soon enough. But for now he just took his place above Kon’s cock and pressed the head of it to his entrance.

As many times as they did this, Tim would never not gasp at the first press inside of him. The feeling of slowly getting filled, inch by inch, was indescribable. It was magnificent, and like this, Tim was able to feel all of it as he dropped his hips down slowly. Kon’s hands on his hips kept him steady as he slowly took all of Kon’s big cock inside of him, and let out a soft gasp when his ass met Kon’s thighs.

Dammit, Tim really thought he was going to be able to handle keeping it down, but now with the whole thing inside of him, without the muffle of something in his mouth, he was finding it much harder to bite down his moans.

“Tim?” Kon asked after a little while, rubbing circles on Tim’s hipbones with his thumbs.

“Just gimme a second.” Tim leaned forward, shoulders shaking when the movement caused a pressure against his g-spot. “Fuck…”

“Sh, keep quiet, remember?” Kon teased him, slowly gyrating his hips upwards. 

“A-Asshole…” Tim croaked out.

“Mhm…” Kon just agreed, both of his hands sliding back to grab two handfuls of Tim’s ass. “You look really fucking good in my clothes, birdie.”

“Don’t…” Tim warned.

“What, I can’t compliment you?” Kon asked, grinding his hips again.

Tim curled his hands into fists and keeled over, holding himself up on Kon’s naked chest. The only piece of clothing between them was Kon’s shirt wearing loosely on Tim, covering his cock and just enough so that Kon couldn’t see where they were joined. But god, they both felt it.

This was bad, Tim was getting overwhelmed far quicker than he was expecting. His mind was racing, but his body was fighting every instinct he had. He was tired and horny and desperate. It was a terrible combination. In a good headspace he could get two orgasms out of Kon just by riding him. Maybe more. Like this Tim was dangerously close to becoming undone within seconds.

What was worse was that he couldn’t stop the little moans from coming out of his throat every time he ground on a particularly pleasurable spot inside of him. Tim raised his hand to his mouth and bit on the meat of his palm to keep himself quiet.

“Guess it’s harder than you thought to keep all those pretty noises to yourself, hm?”

“Shut up.” Tim said, muffled.

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

Tim was about to ask what the fuck that’s supposed to mean when he was moved, pulled off of Kon’s cock to lay on his side. He was confused by the position switch, but before Tim could say anything  his leg was lifted up and Kon’s cock was pressed into his ass again, only halfway for now.

“You don’t gotta bite your hand to keep it down, I’ll help you, baby.” Kon purred into his ear, his free hand wrapping around Tim’s head and pulled him against his chest. 

Then fingers entered his mouth.

Tim moaned around them, eyes rolling back.

“See? And this position is so much better.” Kon slammed his hips all the way in, jotting Tim forward. “We can both lay down, I can keep you quiet, and also whisper sweet nothings directly into your ear.”

To prove his point, Kon drove his cock home inside of Tim again and licked around the shell of his ear, making Tim shudder and choke.”

“Careful now, don’t want to wake Ma and Pa.” Kon teased him.

Fuck, he was harder than he’s even been in his life. It was exhilarating, both the idea of getting caught in the act, and the way the tables had been turned on him so quickly. Kon gave just as good as he got, and Tim was being reminded of that.

Kon started thrusting into him, his grip on Tim’s thigh tight, there would probably be red welts or bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. He was kissing his neck too, sucking and leaving hickies. Tim wanted it, wanted evidence of their lovemaking all over his body. He wished that he could leave marks on Kon too.

This train of thought, combined with the constant pounding in his ass, had him whining and moaning. Kon pressed his fingers on Tim’s tongue, not pushing them far enough back to touch his throat, but allowing for saliva to coat his fingers. Tim was drooling again, his face was probably a mess right now.

“You’re so incredible, Tim. I can’t believe that I get to call you mine.” Kon mumbled, half-drunk on pleasure himself.

Tim squeezed his eyes shut, moaning wantonly. He didn’t even care anymore, he needed someway to tell Kon how much he was affecting him too.

Apparently, Kon still had half a brain to shut him up.

A palm slammed over his mouth, putting just enough pressure to cover and muffle his voice, but still allowing him to breathe through his nose.

“Keep it down, birdie.” he snarled into Tim’s ear.

Tim couldn’t help it, he came right there.

It must have taken Kon by surprise, because his hips faltered and then stuttered a little as Tim squeezed down on him as the waves coursed through him.

But quickly enough Kon’s thoughts caught up to him and he put more of his body weight onto Tim, fucking into him harder, the overstimulation making Tim’s eyes burn at the edges, tears clumping into his eyelashes.

“You’re so good to me, fuck, love you so much, Tim- god yes, cumming from me holding you down? Hottest shit I’ve seen in my life, haah I’m right behind you…” he started mumbling, rambling in Tim’s ear like he always did when he was close.

Tim could do nothing but take it as his ass was thoroughly claimed, Kon spreading his legs wider until he had Tim flush against him and was letting out that little whiny noise that told Tim he’d cum deep inside of him.

Both of them were breathing hard, basking in the afterglow of it all. After a few moments, Kon took his hand off of Tim’s mouth. Tim tested his jaw, feeling it pop.

“Too much?” Kon asked.

Tim hummed, lifting himself up to that Kon would get the message and pull out, which luckily he did.

“Just enough.” he replied, turning over to kiss him on the lips. “Do we think we woke them up?”

“Nah, been keeping a super-ear out the whole time. Pa has a snoring problem and Ma sleeps like the dead.” Kon told him. 

“So covering my mouth was unnecessary?” Tim asked, furrowing his brow.

“It was totally necessary! It made you cum!” Kon wrapped his arms around him. “So don’t lie and say you didn’t like it!”

Unfortunately, Tim did like it. A lot.

“Just help me clean up, Superboy.” he chided, pushing Kon’s chin away.

“Yes sir, Red.” Kon kissed his cheek before getting up, grabbing shorts from the floor and putting them on so he could quietly rush to the bathroom.

Tim sat up, gently massaging his thighs. Hopefully they would both be able to sleep better now, and he wouldn’t wake up with Kon’s cock basically between his thighs again.

Then he heard a gentle buzz coming from the floor. Tim leaned over, seeing his, well, Kon’s pants that he’d been wearing thrown haphazardly onto the carpet, his phone having partially fallen out. It was lit up with a notification, Tim hadn’t noticed while he was sleeping or having sex, but there were several covering his screen.

“Uh oh.” Tim said, leaning over to grab his phone. A couple missed calls and a lot of texts. Dick sent a bunch of texts in bursts, mostly letting him know that Bruce was looking for him and freaking out. Then there was some from Stephanie saying that he was probably in some major trouble, a meme from Bart, and one single text after a string of missed calls from Bruce.

Where are you? Please come home

Tim’s heart sank.

“Okay, I’m back.” Kon came in with a damp wash cloth. “Woah, what’s up with your face?”

Tim shook his head, rubbing at his eyes. “Nothing. B is just asking for me.”

“Does he know where you are?” Kon got into bed with him, cringing. “Man, I probably need to change the sheets. Shoulda put a towel down or something.”

“He doesn’t. I didn’t tell him. God, he’s probably worried sick. And Dick is blowing up my phone, Steph says I’m probably gonna be grounded for a million years- fuck.” Tim covered his face with his hands, groaning. “Maybe I should go back now.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Kon pulled Tim closer to him, partially so that he could hold him and comfort him, but also so he could wipe the drying cum off of his thighs. “Look, it’s way too late at night to be doing anything. You should let Big B know you’re okay, tell him you’ll see him in the morning, and deal with it later.”

“Putting this off is not going to be beneficial.” Tim argued. 

“I’m not saying put it off indefinitely. I’m saying you need to sleep on it. Your bike is busted and you’re still injured. I can take you back in the morning at the earliest, but you are allowed to just have a night where you aren’t worrying about vigilante stuff.” Kon kissed the top of his head. “There’s always tomorrow.”

Tim wanted to argue with him, wanted to say that that’s not how the Bats did things, but his eyes were already drooping, curling closer against Kon. Kon was really good at getting his brain to turn off.

“Tomorrow.” Tim nodded. “I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

Kon smiled, kissing him on the lips. “Sounds like a good plan, Rob.”