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Tim loved his family – biological, adopted, spiritual, etc. – but they definitely gave him some generational curses to break as an adult. Particularly in his romantic relationships. Which is why he decided when he started dating Kon and Bart he wasn’t going to pull a Bruce and avoid vulnerable conversations. He was going to face emotional shit head on. Which was also why he was having the most uncomfortable conversation ever with them about sex. Specifically, if Bart was into sex because the speedster had never initiated or returned any attempts towards it.

“And, like, it’s cool if you aren’t!” Tim said genuinely, avoiding eye contact. He didn’t need sex to love Bart. He didn’t need anything to love Bart. Hell, if the time during Bart being dead proved anything, Tim didn’t even need Bart to love Bart.

“Totally cool,” Kon added, trying to be helpful. Him and Kon had their own sort of discussion before this. Which is to say they got really close to fucking before realizing that they needed to talk to Bart first so no one was hurt.

“But, if you aren’t and me and Kon are…” Tim trailed off, feeling so incredibly hot in the face. “Is it cool if we…?”

Tim chanced it and looked up at Bart who was standing in the middle of the living room. Bart’s expression went from blank to realization and he let out a small “ohhhhhh”.

“I forget that’s, like, a thing.” Bart said, speeding over to plop down between them on the couch.

“What’s a thing?” Kon asked.

“Sex.” Bart said. “It’s just never been a big deal to me. Like, cool, I have a dick, you guys have dicks, some people have vaginas, big whoop.” He shrugged. Kon gawked at him while Tim tried to remain less rude.

“So you’re asexual?” Tim guessed. Bart shrugged again and flopped down so that his upper body was over Tim’s lap and legs were across Kon’s.

“I guess. I mean, I know when people are hot, I guess, and I don’t hate the feelings. Getting hard is sort of fun and I’ve came a few times. But, like, it’s so much work and then you get all sticky and sweaty and you have to clean up and ugh you know how I feel about cleaning.” Bart ranted, and Kon let out a shocked laugh while Tim just stared.

“Wait, so you don’t get off to… avoid cleaning?” Kon asked incredulously. Tim couldn’t help but share that feeling.

“Basically yeah?” Bart replied, staring at them like they were the odd ones. “I can get the same high playing a video game so what’s the point?”

“Now wait a minute, have you even been with someone else?” Tim asked, interjecting.

“Nope. Or – well, I’ve made out and shit but the furthest I’ve ever gotten was like… some chick grinding on me at a party?” Bart’s nose scrunched and he shook his head. “Which wasn’t hot.”

“Oh my god, Bart. Jerking off is great and all but it’s not sex!” Kon groaned. With how horny the clone was, he was flabbergasted at Bart’s attitude about it all.

“Sex can’t be any better than a video game.” Bart replied, raising a brow at Konnor and speaking a bit condescendingly, as if that was as obvious as the sun being hot.

“It absolutely can.” Tim said.

“So much better.” Kon said.

“Uh huh.” Bart said, clearly unconvinced. “Prove it.”

There was a pause.

“Wait, really?” Kon asked, gaping at him.

“Yeah. Prove sex is cool.” Bart challenged.

“Bart, sex isn’t a dare.” Tim pointed out. Bart stuck his tongue out at him.

“You just know you can’t even get me hard.” Bart said, grinning viscously. Tim scowled.

“Now listen here you little brat-“

Bart cut him off by doing a (shockingly good) chicken impression. Loudly. In his face.

Tim has no clue why his response was to grab him and kiss him roughly. He also has no clue how all three of them ended up in the bedroom but with his superior detective skills he could gather based off Kon pawing at his chest, it had something to do with TTK and an impatient clone.

“So, teachers of sexy things, what’s first?” Bart asked playfully, lounging back with his arms behind his head. They both rolled their eyes as they got comfortable in the bed.

“Clothes off.” Kon declared. Bart blurred and a moment later, Tim was hit with a shock of cold as his clothes were vibrated off him.

“Bart!” Tim exclaimed in surprise but got ignored. Bart was too focused on kneeling between Kon’s legs and staring intently at his dick.

Tim couldn’t say he blamed him… Kon’s dick was… memorizing.

Kon had a mostly human penis, but it had vertical ridges and was at least 10 inches long at what appeared to half hardness which meant it might get bigger. The base, framed by thick black pubes, was also noticeably thicker.

“Bart…” Kon breathed when he trailed a curious finger over one of the ridges.

“You have an alien dick,” Bart said in awe, looking up at him with stars in his eyes and Kon let out a surprised laugh.

“I’m going to put that on an inspirational poster,” Tim said dryly.

“So… The alien dick isn’t a turn off?” Kon asked hesitantly.

“Fuck no,” Tim reassured, kissing him deeply. “It’s hot. You’re hot. God, so fucking hot.” He said in between even hotter kisses that quickly turned into making out. Tim knew he couldn’t pierce his skin but that didn’t stop him from trying to bite his bottom lip. Kon just hummed at the pressure.

They only got to make out a moment later before Bart was impatiently sucking and nipping at their necks.

“Can’t handle the attention not being on you, ay, Imp?” Kon teased and Bart actually blushed. Getting Bart to blush was not an easy feat. Tim loves him but he is fucking shameless most of the time.

“Well,” Bart said defensively. “You guys aren’t exactly proving that sex is fun when you ignore me.”

Tim put his fucking soul into his eye roll. “Uh huh, that’s your explanation? You’re just feeling bratty.” He pointed out bluntly.

Bart gasped dramatically. “Me? I am never bratty!”

“Never,” Kon agreed with a huge grin.

“You guys encourage the worst in each other sometimes, I swear," Tim said but his small smirk betrayed his amusement. “C’mere and let me get a look at you, Bart.” Tim barely finished his sentence before he had a lap full of cute speedster – not that he was complaining. No, sir, he was not complaining. With Bart pressing his back against his chest, he could hook his chin on his shoulder and get a good look at him.

It wasn’t the first time Tim’s seen him naked – not by a long shot. Being teammates meant nudity a shocking amount of the time. Whether it be because he was injured on his inner thigh and Tim needed to look at it now and didn’t care what happened to his pants in the process or just changing in the same room.

Not to mention how little Bart gives a fuck about modesty. Clothes are often pleasing (texture, pictures, colors, style etc.) but they aren’t exactly required in his mind. Not that he’s walking around naked or anything. No, that makes people uncomfortable and Bart doesn’t want to make others uncomfortable…. But if nudity was normalized, Tim has no doubt that Bart would be ass naked a good chunk of the time.

Still, it’s new territory to be fully allowed to just… stare. Stare at his little splatters of auburn hair on his chest and stomach. Stare at the lean muscle and near nonexistent fat from his hyper metabolism. Seriously, his ribs were slightly visible. If it weren’t for the fact that he had run a – some may say absurd – number of tests checking on his health, Tim would be highly concerned at his thinness. As it was, the best they could do was make sure he always had access to a good snack and took daily vitamins.

Bart didn’t scar often – he really wasn’t capable of it for the most part. Tim mused to himself that Bart’s body made up for the lack of scars by covering him in splatters of freckles, birth marks and moles. A dark brown dot sits next to a copper nipple and it short circuits Tim’s brain for a moment.

Tim’s eyes finally began to trail down to the prize. A small bush of curly auburn hairs and slightly pinker skin. But before he could actually get a good look, Kon was disturbing his view by moving to kneel between their spread legs and leaning down to kiss Bart’s neck.

Tim curved his disappointment by instead taking in the sight of Kon. Once again, it wasn’t the first time Tim’s seen him naked and Kon walks around shirtless like it’s his 9 to 5 but it’s still different like this.

Where Bart was worryingly thin, Kon had a bit of pudge covering his muscle that Tim wished he could bite into. Maybe they should get one of the red sun lights used in the Watchtower in case of needing to imprison kryptons just so he could cover him in hickies and bites.

Due to Kon being half krypton, he really didn’t need to work to have a good amount of muscle. But, Kon didn’t believe in doing things in half and worked on his physique so that he could be even stronger. Tim really admired that about him.

He also appreciated how fucking hot it made him.

Kon also didn’t scar much but he still had quite a few more than Bart. Tim noted with a sense of softness that he could recall how he got most of his scars because he was there. Because him and Kon have been a team for a long time now.

Tim knew Kon shaved because he had witnessed it a few times but he also knew Kon liked to keep a good chunk of it (“What’s a window without curtains, babe?”). His chest was covered in dark, slightly curly hair.

Bart’s skin was tan compared to Tim’s anemic ass but it was still paler than Kon’s sun kissed gold. They created a sort of gradient.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous, Bart,” Kon said softly. Bart giggled and hid his face behind his hair in the way he often did when getting complimented. Tim wasn’t even sure he did it consciously.

“You both are,” Tim said, reaching out to pet through Kon’s curly hair. He leaned into his hand like a cat and Tim swooned internally.

“You too, Rob,” Kon whispered adoringly.

“Mmm, I don’t have to be super into sex to know you guys are hot,” Bart said, which got a chuckle from Tim.

“Kinda wanna…” Kon murmured before leaning down to press his tongue flat against Bart’s nipple, making the speedster jolt.

“Your tongue is too warm…” He whined, letting out breathy sounds that shot pleasure through Tim. The sounds got Tim curious. He knew himself that he was almost fully hard already and from what he saw of Kon, assuming he works similarly to humans in that regard, he wasn’t far off either. But, he didn’t get to look at Bart enough to see…

He slipped his hand around his front and in between his boyfriends, down his warm torso and to that bush and-

“T-told you, you wouldn’t get me h-hah-ard…”

They all went still and silent for a long moment before Kon pulled off where he was sucking his nipple with a down right despicable pop and whistled. “You gonna take that, Rob?”

“No,” Tim said darkly straight into Bart’s ear, delighting in his barely noticeable shiver. “I’m not.”

“T-Tim, I didn’t mean –“

“Shush.” Tim ordered and to the three’s collective shock, Bart’s jaw shut with a click of his teeth. Tim’s face split into a wild grin, his obedience hitting like the best drug on earth. “Kon, take a step back, baby. I think me and Bart have some things to settle.”

And just like that, the air fully shifted in the room. Kon sat back, grabbing a pillow to lean on as he idly stroked himself. Tim spread his legs, nestling Bart further between them and then hooking his runner thighs over his, making him spread to a point that was probably nearly painful.

“Can you see his hole, Kon?” Tim asked. He avoided Bart’s still soft penis for now in favor of rubbing his sides. All good things come with time and Tim knew the value of scarcity.

Kon licked his lips like a dog as he stared between his legs. Bart squirmed under the attention. “Yeah.” He croaked.

“Describe it to me.” Tim said without missing a beat. Bart jolted in his lap in surprise, turning his head to give Tim a shocked look, cheeks red in a way Tim has only had the pleasure of seeing a few times.

“That’s-“ Bart began but Kon cut him off.

“So fucking tiny.” His voice was like gravel and it made both of them shiver. Bart quickly hid his face behind his hands. “’S dark, too.”

“Friction…” Bart mumbled.

“Hm? What was that, baby?” Tim hummed, curious. Bart groaned and curled in on himself a little.

“Friction causes hyperpigmentation over time. Most speedsters have it.” He mumbled and without thinking, Tim grabbed his arm and lifted it up, making him squeak. He looked at his armpit, and sure enough it was noticeably darker than the rest of him. He looked at his inner thighs and they were as well – particularly at the top near his pelvis where they’d make contact the most.

“How have I never noticed that?” Tim murmured, pressing a kiss to the crease where it was darkest, the smell of some cheap sports deodorant and the underlying musk of Bart meeting his nose along with soft hair. “We need to buy you something better smelling.” He mumbled, disliking the cheap sports smell. Bart deserved some nice, expensive stuff that made him smell like a treat. Maybe something fruity or flowery.

“It’s not an issue if you don’t shove your nose in my fucking pit!” Bart snapped, removing his hand from his face to glare at him.

“Oooh.” Kon grinned. “Someone’s getting grumpy, huh?”

“Am not!” Bart huffed, yanking his arm out of Tim’s grip to cross his arms. “I’m getting bored because Timothy-“ He turned around as much as he could with Tim’s arm around his waist and legs spreading his and made very direct eye contact with Tim, making sure he heard his next words, “Is. All. Fucking. Talk.”

Anger mixed with glee filled Tim as a new challenge – a new game was laid out in front of him. And it was laid out so beautifully, too.

“Kon, baby,” Tim said sweetly, still making eye contact with the brat. “Can you grab me some lube?”

“Where-“

“Left bed side table, left side, up and on its side. Pink bottle.”

Kon let out a laugh that bordered on cackling and quickly moved to grab it. His grin widened impossibly wider as he opened the drawer. “Fuck, Rob, you didn’t tell me you collected toys.”

“Oh, hush, you’ll be thankful later.” Tim huffed, blushing. Bart removed himself from his lap slightly to peer curiously into the drawer. Tim absently pet his flank.

“And is that lead lining?” Kon asked, in awe.

Tim scoffed and scowled. “Of course not. Sleeping next to a lead lined table would be stupid… It’s a substance that I invented to keep your nosey ass out of my business.”

“You spoil him.” Bart teased. He curiously picked up a vibe and inspected it.

“You really do.” Kon sighed dreamily before swatting at Bart’s hands. “Ay, get outa there, brat. Tim asked me to grab the lube.”

“I wanna touch!” Bart whined and Tim laughed.

“You will soon enough.” He said and Bart stilled, shooting him a panicked look.

“What does that mean?”

Tim just pulled the speedster back into his lap. “Yellow, top right corner.” Tim said to Konnor. “Grab it but don’t let Bart see.”

Kon just straight up cackled at that.

“Don’t let me see what?!” Bart asked, trying to pull out of his grip. Tim just held him more tightly. “Kon, what is he plotting?”

Kon put a finger over his lip and winked before tossing Tim the lube and dragging a pillow over with TTK. The pillow hovered over the drawer, hiding the contents and then Kon returned the pillow to the foot of the bed.

“Don’t move.” Tim said before the pillow was even put on the bed, knowing Bart.

“B-but-…”

“No.”

“I wanna see!”

Tim rolled his eyes and sighed a bit dramatically. He dragged Bart closer and spread their legs again. “C’mon, sweetheart, we still have a job to do.” He hummed, patting his hip affectionately. He grabbed the lube and poured some directly onto Bart’s still soft cock. The softness was ever so slightly infuriating… Okay, it was super infuriating. But no matter, Tim was going to fix it.

“Ew.” Bart complained, nose scrunching cutely.

“Cold?” Kon guessed, settling himself back on the bed with the pillow hiding the surprise for later behind him, guarding it.

Bart shook his head. “’S fucking sticky.” He complained, trailing a finger through the slick gathered around his balls.

“Keep your paws to yourself.” Tim chided lightly, pushing his hands to the side. Bart very purposefully returned his hands to where they were, then gasped as they were suddenly thrust to the side.

“TTK is cheating.” Bart said mockingly, sticking his tongue out at Kon. Kon leaned forward to suck his tongue into his mouth, roughly claiming his mouth with what seemed like an absurd amount of teeth from the outside.

Then he pulled back and settled down, laughing when Bart blindly started to follow him. “I wouldn’t need to use TTK if you’d just be a good boy for Tim already, bud.”

“Ew, don’t call me bud in bed.”

“What about bro?”

“No bro in bed.” Tim decided with a cringe. “Gives me the ick.”

Kon sighed dramatically. “Picky, that’s what you two are.”

“Uh huh.” Tim rolled his eyes. “You poor thing.”

Tim scooped up the lube from where it pooled on his pelvis and balls and started to lightly stroke his length. The goal wasn’t getting him hard fast, it was to take him apart. “You said you touched yourself a few times?” Tim whispered in his ear. Bart nodded, shutting his eyes and leaning back on him more, melting a little. “How did you like it?”

Bart snorted. “That’s cheating.”

“God you’re such a brat.” Kon said fondly. Tim shook his head and sighed rather dramatically.

“He really is. Guess I’ll just have to…” Tim slid a hand down his side, probing his ribs and making him squirm. “explore his body for erogenous zones. Poor me.”

“Ay, call me in, coach.” Kon snickered. Then he paused. “He’s ticklish on his inner thighs.”

Bart’s eyes shot open and he gasped in betrayal. “Don’t give him ammo, Kon!”

Tim barked a laugh before forcing some out of Bart by tickling his inner thighs.

“S-sstooooppp!” Bart cried out between laughter. So cute.

“Manners, Bart. Say please.” Tim chided. He has no clue how Bart managed to glare at him while laughing so hard.

“Fuck you – no! Ah!” Bart dissolved into laughter when Tim doubled his efforts. Finally, he gasped out, “Please!” and Tim stopped, leaving him gasping and still giggling a little, pink in the cheeks.

“How’d you figure that one out, Kon?” Tim asked, still smiling as well.

“You know how he likes to scale me like a monkey? He once climbed onto my shoulders in shorts and my hair tickled him so hard he nearly pissed himself.” Kon explained.

“Slander!” Bart accused. “It tickled me so I got down. Then you held me down and tickled me until I almost pissed myself!”

Tim laughed because, yeah, that sounded like something Kon would do. “Hmm… that actually worked a little. Look at you…” He ran his knuckles over his dick that was finally starting to show some sort of response. It was still barely anything but it was still something. Endorphins were an interesting thing.

“A fluke.” Bart grumbled but they all knew he was just playing up his annoyance at his point.

“Hmm… Well, we already know you like these being touched.” Tim said, rubbing his hand over his nipple before pinching. Bart whimpered and shook his head a little.

“No? You don’t? Your dick might not be hard but your nipples are.” Kon pointed out bluntly, flicking his pebbled nipple lightly. Bart pressed his face against his shoulder to muffle his whine.

Tim watched himself tweak his nipple and the way it slowly turned pinker from constant harassment. Still, it healed so quickly.

“Doesn’t seem fair you two can give me hickies that last but I can’t give them back.” Tim admitted quietly into Bart’s hair. He’s always had a possessive streak – sort of comes with having abandonment issues – and he wished beyond wishing that he could visibly claim his boyfriends.

“Imagine if I could cover you in hickies. On your neck, ass, thighs. Reminders of me literally in your blood vessels.” He continued, sucking at his neck as if to demonstrate. He slid his hand up and down his length, coaxing the blood in to fully fill.

“Rob…”

“And I wouldn’t let you hide them, either Bart.” He said suddenly, fire burning in his stomach.

“I’d make you wear those little shorts you love so much and your button ups without something underneath. And you’d go out like that, wouldn’t you? You’d go out, covered in hickies and – fuck – if someone asked you who gave you them, you’d tell them it was me.” Tim started to ramble as the fantasy filled his head, making him grind against Bart’s lower back without even realizing it.

“W-what if I didn’t tell them?” Bart asked, voice shaky but still clear with challenge.

“Then I’d give you one in front of them.” Tim said immediately and Bart made this breathy sound. “I’d bend you over right where you were.” Tim pushed them forward until there was barely any room for him to squeeze a hand between Bart’s belly and the mattress to stroke his stiffening cock.

“And then,” he contained, breath hot on his ear. “I’d bite you so they knew you are mine.”

And just to demonstrate his point, Tim bit into the junction where his neck met his shoulder. Bart jolted and began to squirm. Tim let his cock go so he could put some pressure on the back of his neck, not choking him but making his hand known, and pressed them both flat to the mattress.

“T-Tim, Timmy, fuck, grife!” Bart was gasping for air, whimpering so prettily. Tim let go and pulled them back up so Kon could watch.

“Did I hurt you?” Tim asked nervously when Bart didn’t start healing immediately. Bart whimpered and shook his head. Kon must have lost concentration because he was able to hide his face in his hands. “Why aren’t you healing, then?”

Bart didn’t reply so Kon did for him. “Cuz you won the bet, Timmy.”

“What do you- ohhhhhh.” Tim couldn’t help but stare in awe at his dick. It had turned even pinker when filled with blood, just like his cheeks. It grew an extra inch or two, meeting around 7 inches, a little longer than Tim’s but thinner.

“Shut up.” Bart grumbled. “I- I don’t know why that – ugh…” Bart was clearly confused by his reaction which made sense. He often struggled to connect to his body and straighten his thoughts. They all did but Bart’s lack luster grasp on reality during his childhood really made it hard for him.

“Was it the pain or the talking? Maybe it was being pushed down.” Tim started to theorize, instinctually jumping in to help him process.

“I’m sorry, but can we please figure out the why later?” Kon interjected. A quick glance at his straining cock showcased the cause of his impatience. “I’ve been watching for, like, 20 minutes and it’s been hot but I wanna get sucked off now or something.”

Bart snorted and removed his hands from his face, cheeks still bright red. “Fuck it. I’m hard for the first in forever. Why not try sucking cock.”

That startled laughter out of both of them. Tim kissed the now healing bite mark on his neck. “Yeah? You want your surprise first?”

Bart’s eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly. “I forgot about that!”

Tim snorted. “Kon, would you do the honors?” He asked.

Kon grinned widely and made a trumpet sound before grabbing the pillow and tossing it to the side, handing the soft yellow cock sleeve over using TTK. Bart snatched up mid air and inspected it. As Tim anticipated, he immediately found and pressed the button. The inner workings started to contract and expand rhythmically while rotating.

“Oh…” Bart swallowed.

“It can vibrate and suck, too.” Tim whispered.

“Oh…” he repeated, smaller now. He curiously stuck a finger in it, letting out the smallest, barley noticeable gasp as he bit his bottom lip. Kon groaned.

“Why don’t I get a toy?”

Tim blinked. “Did you want one? I’m sure we can find something you’ll like.” He started turn to look through the drawer but Kon grabbed his wrist.

“Yes – no! I don’t know! Don’t ask me questions when I’m horny, just do something.” Kon was starting to get desperate at this point and Tim felt guilty for not giving him as much attention.

“Okay, okay, let’s just figure out how we’re gonna do this then-“

“Just sit on my face, Kon.” Bart said simply, rolling off Tim’s lap and onto his back.

“Bart I will literally kill you if I sit on your face.” Kon pointed out. Bart gave him a “so?” look that Tim admired a little as a fellow member of Kon’s Thighs’ Fan Club. Kon breathed out heavily. “Go boneless.” He muttered before man handling Bart so that he was more upright against the pillows but still low. Then he straddled either side of his head with thick, tan thighs, using the bed frame to support himself even though Tim doubted he really had to. It was more just instinct like when he leaned against things despite being able to pick up planes.

“Fuck… See? There we go…” Kon murmured, stroking Bart’s cheek affectionately.

“God your thighs are intense.” Bart mumbled, leaning into him further. Kon barked a breathless laugh.

“Thanks?”

“Mhm…”

Tim noticed Bart was already starting to deflate a little and quickly settled between his thighs to stroke him back up.

“Just open your mouth – and… yeah… Yeah, like that, babe.”

Despite Kon’s raspy voice not being directed at him, Tim shivered.

He grabbed the lube from earlier made sure the stroker was well lubricated.

“I-I’m gonna, uhm, put it on you, Bart…” Tim warned him awkwardly, a blush burning his cheeks further while he pet his hip. Bart gave a thumbs up behind Kon’s back which was a bit amusing.

As he slid the toy gently on, a groan came from Bart and then Kon, likely from the vibrations on his cock as a result. “Shit… Look at you. Perfect fit.” Tim groaned. He used one hand to keep it on Bart as the speedster experimentally shifted and grinded up and stroked himself with the other. “Do you want me to turn it on?”

All Tim could make out through the wall of thick, hot, kryptonian between them was a slurp and mumbling. Thankfully the wall translated for him. “Low setting.”

Tim obliged, watching in awe at the way his thighs trembled and he thrusts up reflexively.

“Grife, Tim, Kon…” Bart moaned, sending a shiver down Tim’s spine and making Kon groan.

“Fucking look at you…” There was a small pause and then Kon turned his head to make eye contact. “Tim, look at him,” Kon demanded and Tim obliged, moving so that he could still reach the toy and make sure he didn’t buck it off but also look at Bart. God, he was glad Kon spoke up and made sure he didn’t miss out on Bart’s face.

He was sloppily mouthing along the thick ring-like base of Kon’s cock while Kon pumped the rest. Yellow eyes were filling with tears as he looked up at Kon and occasionally crossed his eyes to look at the massive monster dick over his face.

“He’s bein’ a good boy now, ain’t he?” Kon cooed and Bart gasped. He nearly throws the toy off him before Tim catches it and pushes it back to the base, pulling a desperate whine from Bart.

“You like that, Bart?” Tim’s voice was barely anything, so incredibly turned on. “You like being our good boy?”

His eyes widened and yellow iris devoured by blown pupils move to make eye contact with Tim as he screams and cums.

“Did he just…?” Kon asked hoarsely while Bart trembled and panted through his orgasm.

“Yeah… Fuck that is so hot. Fuck.” Tim groaned, fucking his cock into his hand for a moment before slowing down and focusing on removing the toy, as Bart seemed to be coming to the end of his orgasm and he didn’t want to oversimulate him on accident. Only, that got an unexpected reaction.

“No, no, no, no, no, please, please Timmy, please, Tim, Tim,” Bart sobbed, pulling away from Kon and blindly flailing his arms around until he could grab Tim’s arm, making Kon need to dodge his limbs. “Don’t take it away…”

Tim was surprised but pushed it back down to his base, making him moan in relief. “Shhh, I’m not taking anything, baby.” He reassured, stroking his side gently.

“M-more…” Bart whined.

“You want me to turn it up…?’ Tim hesitated but Bart nodded quickly.

“Please?”

“Okay,” Tim croaked, watching with interest as he turned it up and Bart seemingly lost it at that. “Kon, hold his lower half down, please.” Tim requested and all of Bart’s lower half was suddenly flush with the bed expect for his feet which were given freedom to curl and squirm.

Bart kept trying for a moment, huffing in frustration before giving up and instead refocusing his energy to Kon’s dick, taking his head into his mouth and pushing down as far as he could, which wasn’t very far.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Kon said weakly. “God, your mouth is – hah – s-so fucking hot.”

Tim stared stupidly at them as he tried desperately to not buck against Bart’s face, failing slightly and grinding up until he gagged. Kon of course moved away, but Bart just pushed back, seemingly pleased by the sensation of gagging. Tim was helplessly fucking his hand as he took the sight it. There was barely any left over lube but the slide was still slick because he was dripping pre.

Bart came twice more before Kon pulled him off his dick. Bart whined and tried to push against the grip on his hair, making him let out an alien growl. Tim would certainly be exploring that later.

“You can’t- fuck- just open your mouth.” Kon said through gritted teeth. Bart complied and Kon made another one of the growl-y sounds, grabbing his face roughly but not as rough as he could (the knowledge of that felt intoxicating) and hooking a thumb on his bottom teeth.

Bart stared up at him, long eye lashes clumped with tears and pupils devouring amber while his mouth stayed open expectantly. The whole bed shook and trembled from Kon’s TTK and suddenly there were phantom hands raking over Tim’s body hungrily. Tim couldn’t help his moan.

Kon let out a nearly animalistic growl as he came. The ridges on his cock inflated and so did the base. A locking mechanism, Tim faintly thinks as he watches, transfixed. Bart tries to catch the large amount of cum pumping out of him in his mouth but it’s a testament to how long they’ve been at this that half of it ends up on his face.

A high whine escapes from Bart as he blindly scrapes at the toy on him.

“Kon, babe, let go.” Tim said quickly and Kon did so Bart could shove it off him, collapsing into the bedding. Kon collapses to the side of him, leaving just Tim to cum, which felt awkward. Tim’s always been whatever you call the opposite of a quick shot – slow shot? It has to do with anxiety, probably, and his inability to let go of his iron grip on his bodily functions.

“Sorry…” He mumbled. Kon hummed and grabbed him, making him let out an embarrassing squeak, and pulled him to kneel between their bodies.

“Don’t be.” Kon whispered, tucking his hair behind his ear and cupping his cheeks. “It’s your turn to feel good after taking care of us so well.”

“Mmmhhhmmm…” Bart laid messy, open mouth kisses across his chest, making his stomach warm pleasantly.

“You’re always so nice to us, Tim. You make us feel so good...” Kon whispered and Tim couldn’t help his resulting moan.

“So good…” Bart mumbled as well.

“You’re so good to us, baby.”

“You listen 'n pay attention.”

“Spoil us rotten.”

“Best boyfriend ever…”

Tim let out a wordless cry as he spilled over into his hand, gasping for air as the world went pleasantly silent except for sweet praise from his boyfriends. Easily the best orgasm he’s ever fucking had. His body goes from taught to limp in a moment and he collapses onto Kon’s chest. Bart snuggles up into his side.

They lay there in a tangle of sweaty, achy limbs as they catch their breath and stare dazedly at the ceiling.

Tim glances over at just the right (or wrong?) moment to watch Bart wipe the cum on his face off on the sheet.

“Oh come on. Bart, that’s gross…” he groaned. Bart rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry in his general direction. Tim promptly began to tickle him. Bart squealed and kicked and flailed as Kon helped pin him down for his tickle torture.

“Evil!” He accused between laughter and gasps. “Evil!”

Soon they were all laughing like drunk idiots. But, eventually, they needed to clean up.

“Don’t wanna… rather be sticky.” Bart whined. Tim snorted and scooped him up, kissing his pout. Bart quickly deepened the kiss, seeming desperate to pull Tim into him.

“Fucking look at this.” Kon interrupted. They reluctantly pulled away but then Bart pressed his face against Tim’s shoulder, embarrassed. Kon held out the stroker from earlier, absolutely stuffed with cum.

“Jesus…” Tim said hoarsely. He accepted the silent “switch?” in Kon’s eyes and took the toy in exchange for putting Bart in his lap. Kon seemed extra cuddly after cumming, pressing his face against his hair and inhaling. Tim stared at the creamed inside dumbly. “How many times did you…?”

“Five or something like that. Cumming doesn’t work the same way for me though. One is like... nothing.” Bart explained somewhat shyly. It was an odd and cute look on Bart. Usually he wasn’t very shy about his body.

“So… I basically almost gave you a ruined orgasm when I took it away.” Tim realized with a twinge of guilt.

“Yeah, that’s why I tweaked.”

“Huh..”

“…Sooo, your dick expands when you cum?” Bart said, staring up at Kon. Kon blushed at the sudden attention and looked away, rubbing his neck nervously.

“Uh yeah… Sorry, couldn’t figure out how to tell you guys so… I didn’t.”

Tim and Bart stared at him.

“Ooookay, well, for future reference, just shout it out.” Bart shrugged, kissing him.

“Agreed.” Tim nodded. “We’re all very different simply on a biological level, let alone who we are as people. It’s important to be open and honest. Now, c’mon, shower time.”

Tim rolled his eyes at Bart’s groan. Kon seemed too floaty and out of it to care.

While Kon started the shower and Bart laid on the floor, Tim stripped the sheets and threw a blanket down, not caring to put a proper sheet down. Then he hoisted the small and still complaining speedster up and tossed him over his shoulder, both of them still completely naked.

“Your butt is cute.” Bart mumbled. Tim went beat red. Somehow that was more blush inducing than all they’d done today. “I never really thought that stuff before you two, y’know? Then me and Kon died and when we came back, it was like you two were the hottest guys on Earth. And I had already liked you before, but I hadn’t thought you were hot beyond like… objectively.”

“Maybe you’re demisexual.” Tim suggested. “That’s when you only find people hot after getting close to them.”

“Huh… maybe. Probably.”

Tim swung the curtain to the shower open, putting Bart down next to Kon near the stream. Kon immediately pulled Bart closer, kissing his face. Again, super cuddly now that he’s busted a nut. Not that Kon wasn’t already cuddly. Tim’s probably the least out of the three of them. But this is extra.

“Don’t wanna, ‘m tired..” Bart whined, snuggling into Kon’s chest adorably.

“That has to be the first time I’ve heard you say that.” Kon snorted.

“Yeah, you are noticeably more sluggish after this.” Tim noted, beginning to shampoo his hair. Kon took some and began to wash Bart’s hair for him with him still acting like he was trying to crawl into his skin.

“Maybe we should just do this when you need to chill,” Kon mused.

“Yeah, just make me cum when I need to calm down. I’m sure that will work great with the police,” Bart said sarcastically. “As hot as Tim’s fantasy is, that’s a crime, dude.” Bart paused and got a look that never meant something good, “Though, hypothetically, I could create a time bubble for us anywhere anytime for… hypothetical fucking.”

“Hypothetically.” Kon grinned.

“It'd better stay hypothetical, you knuckleheads. We are not explaining that criminal record to the Justice League. Batman would have my ass.”

“Counter argument, I could have your ass anywhere.”

Tim elected to punch Kon instead of respond. Not to hurt him (he couldn’t) but to get the message across. Kon’s mischievous grin gave back that the message was received and shredded.

Tim sighed long and hard.

They say when you solve a problem, a new one appears. In this case, you communicate your needs to your boyfriend and your boyfriends start to plot.