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The puddle of blood under Kon shone like black ink under the unforgiving red light. He stared at it, exhaling through his nose in a harsh breath that made more blood and a glob of something splatter out, joining the rest on the hard wooden floor.
He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. His whole body ached - he had no idea how long they had been going at it, had no idea how many times he had been knocked down. Too many. Kon had knocked him down a few times too, but it was cold comfort to his throbbing head and busted knees.
“Come on,” hissed a voice behind him. “Get up, get up.”
“Bart.” Tim’s voice was chastising, almost on the edge of condescending. “Be patient.”
Kon didn’t bother to respond to either of them - he just took a deep breath, hauling himself to his feet and finally turning to face them.
They both looked almost eerie awash in the unnatural red light, flattened by the monochromatic glow. Tim was leaning against the wall at the edge of the dojo, face impassive behind her domino mask. She was still in her Robin uniform, which looked perfectly neat and unmussed - even her bun was tight enough that not a single black hair was out of place. Her arms were crossed, and her body language was the picture of boredom. Kon knew she was anything but - that she was watching the two of them like a hawk.
Bart, on the other hand, was naked in his hunger. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, which were bare save for where Tim had wrapped them with athletic tape. His fists were taped up too, and it made Kon’s gut churn to see that the white fabric had been stained red where he had been knocking Kon’s lights out.
Bart wasn’t wearing his Impulse costume - instead, he had a pair of loose, thin sweatpants on. The only thing he wore on his chest was some kind of sheer compression top. His small chest was just barely visible behind the fabric, and Kon could admit that it had distracted him more than once.
As if reading his thoughts, Bart leered at him, smile wide and just a touch manic. “Are you up? Can we go again?”
Kon swallowed. He didn’t want to go again. What he wanted was to crawl back to his room, curl up in a patch of yellow sunshine like a cat and sleep off just how badly he ached. But Tim hadn’t said they were done yet.
So he put up his fists, putting himself back into one of the stances that Tim had drilled relentlessly into his head. “Hardly seems fair.” He breathed. He was staring at Bart, watching him stalk around like a cat hunting its prey. Even still, his words were really for Tim. “You didn’t take any of his powers away.”
Tim hummed. “So? You still have your TTK.” Her tone was teasing, the way she sounded when they were both still sixteen and he couldn’t stop rambling about his powers. “If you weren’t losing concentration, he wouldn’t even be able to touch you.”
Kon didn’t bother mentioning how lethargic the artificial red sun light made him, how slow. It’s nothing she didn’t know anyway.
Faster than Kon could blink, Bart was surging forward, air crackling with energy as he flew at Kon. Kon brought his arms in front of him as he threw up his protective barrier. Bart’s hummingbird fists didn’t even touch his skin, bouncing off the invisible shield harmlessly.
It would’ve been impressive, except Kon knew he was over-extending. Having his TTK shield around him rather than just under his skin meant that he was using up too much power, creating vulnerabilities where there should be none. He glanced at Tim, even though he couldn’t really afford to. Her expression was as perfectly bored as ever, but there was a tightness to her jaw.
Kon gasped as something smacked the back of his head, sending him reeling forward. He needed to focus if he wanted even a chance to hit Bart. He gritted his teeth, fixing his stance and watching the lightning crackle around him as Bart sped around. He could feel faint echoes of Bart’s strikes through his TTK shield, rippling across the invisible surface like raindrops on a puddle. It was how he got through at all - he created enough distortion that he was able to slip -
Kon let out a pained shout as stiff fingers jabbed into his side. Fuck, he must’ve hit a nerve or something - his whole torso rang with agony, disproportionate to how hard Bart had actually hit him. God, he must be learning some kind of ninja moves from Tim; or maybe he was just putting that eidetic memory to good use, hitting exactly where anatomy textbooks said it would hurt the most.
Kon lashed out, striking at where he thought Bart would be. He felt something brush against his hand - Bart’s wild mop of hair, maybe? - but whatever feeling of victory he got was quashed by Bart whirling around, grabbing his arm and using it to toss Kon over his shoulder.
Kon landed hard enough to knock the breath out of him. He gasped, the lack of oxygen making him drop his shield for just a moment too long.
And Bart knew that somehow. He knew that because he was on him in an instant, pinning him to the ground.
His eyes were wide, pupils dilated to an extent that he almost looked like he was drugged. Kon knew he was just riding the adrenaline high - he could practically feel sparks under Bart’s skin. “Too easy.” Bart laughed, though he was a little breathless. “It’s like you’re not even trying anymore.”
Kon practically growled at that, anger blooming in his chest. “Fuck off.”
Bart’s nose crinkled in amusement. “You’re just mad ‘cause you’re losing.”
Kon suddenly wrenched his arm free of Bart’s grip, not even hesitating before he socked Bart in the jaw. Bart’s head snapped back, a surprised gasp escaping as he lost his balance.
Kon immediately tensed up, anger dying away as he realized exactly what he had done. He tried to sit up, though Bart was still perched halfway on his chest. “Bart, I’m so-”
He didn’t get any further than that, because Bart chose that moment to sucker-punch him in the nose.
Kon groaned in pain, all sympathy gone as he lashed out. There was no coordination to his movements, no technique. He wasn’t even bothering to try to use his TTK anymore. He could only swing wildly, desperate to hit the walking tornado that was Bart Allen.
Bart didn’t hold back either. Something feral had crept into his eyes, and he panted, slack-jawed, as he lay into Kon. He wasn’t even punching him - instead he scratched and bit wildly, his short nails cutting into Kon’s bruised flesh.
Tears were stinging at the corner of Kon’s eyes as he struggled, pain lancing through his whole body. The physical agony wasn’t even what hurt him the most. He just felt so helpless, so frustrated, so tired - god, he didn’t want to be here, fighting and failing over and over and over -
“Stop.”
He instinctively froze at the sound of Tim’s voice. He had somehow forgotten that she was there, that she was the one orchestrating this whole nightmare.
Kon hissed as Bart leaned down and bit at his neck, his sharp teeth digging into the tender flesh. Not even a second later, Bart gave a pained yelp as he was yanked off.
Kon sat up, taking in the sight. Tim was holding Bart by his hair in the way that they both knew he hated. He was squirming in her grip, though he still had enough control to know better to try and loosen her grip.
“I told you to stop.” She said sternly, giving Bart’s hair one last tug before releasing it. Bart whined, rubbing the top of his head as though there wasn’t fresh blood on his face from Kon’s punches. He would never understand Bart and his wildly inconsistent pain tolerance.
Tim turned her gaze to Kon, and he had to fight not to wither under her impassive stare. Normally he didn’t have strong feelings about her wearing the domino when they were alone, but right now he desperately wished he could see her eyes.
Tim cocked her head, a strand of inky black hair cutting her profile in half. “What happened?”
Kon’s throat felt tight. Her voice was perfectly neutral, but that didn’t stop him from hearing failure failure failure.
“I…” he swallowed, and his mouth tasted slick and metallic. “I was… trying to get him off of me.”
“No you weren’t. If you were, you would have pushed him off. Or broken his grip. No, you were just lashing out because you’re angry. And that’s making you act like a child.”
“Acting like a-? Are you kidding? You’re saying that to me?” As he spoke, Kon gestured to Bart, who stuck his tongue out petulantly.
“Bart wasn’t the one who attacked after the round was already over.”
“Whatever.” Kon hissed, and he knew it made him sound stupid and childish and ridiculous, but god he just couldn’t help it. “Aren’t you always saying that we should always be on guard anyway, huh?”
Tim, surprisingly, was silent at that. She brought her hand up to her face, gloved fingers tapping at her slender chin in clear thought.
“Fine.” She said, then smiled. Her teeth gleamed in the red light, and it felt more like an animal’s grimace than any show of real amusement. “Bart, don’t hold back.”
Tim didn’t even manage to close her mouth before Bart was back on him.
Kon gasped in pain as his whole body lit up with a fiery agony - it felt like Bart was scratching him everywhere, nails raking over skin over and over. He struggled, but every punch, every kick, every desperate attempt to do something was met with an empty palm and an onslaught of pain for his trouble.
Panic overtaking him, he flailed desperately with his TTK, managing to knock both Bart and Tim back. She flipped mid-air to land on her feet, but Bart hit the ground hard.
Not that it mattered. Bart was back on him in a heartbeat, this time punching hard enough that Kon was winded before he even managed to breathe.
Tears were stinging his eyes, a feeling that only compounded Kon’s misery - god, he must look so weak. So helpless.
He rolled over, clutching his knees to his chest and tucking his face between them. He let out a low sob, and that was it. Something broke inside of him, and now he couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop the deluge of tears that rolled down his face in silvery ribbons.
He didn’t know how long he stayed like that, curled up and crying. It felt like an eternity.
By the time he processed that there was a hand on his shoulder, pushing him onto his back, his sobs had devolved into soft whimpers. Even still, he managed to uncurl himself just enough to look at the other two.
Tim was standing over him, Bart on his knees beside her. Her face was still impassive, but Bart’s brow was furrowed, lower lip caught between his teeth. It was strange to see such a worried expression on his face when he had been so bloodthirsty only a few seconds ago. Bart glanced up at her, eyes still wide. “Tim, should we…?”
Tim shook her head. Bart whined, and she ran a soothing hand through his hair, gloved fingers twisting through auburn locks. Kon shivered - he wished she was touching him gently like that right now.
He didn’t deserve it.
“Are you going to have a little more fun, Bart?” Tim asked softly, voice dangerous.
Bart didn’t answer for a moment, turning his gaze back to Kon. He looked desperately like he wanted to say something, but just shivered instead.
Dimly, below the deluge of self-loathing that was crashing over him like a relentless tidal wave, Kon wondered if Bart was worried enough to break character. To call off the scene entirely. He really hoped not, because he wasn’t sure he could handle being left like this.
Tim inhaled slowly. “Surely you don’t think he’s that easy to break? Our big, strong Superboy… he can handle a little more than that.”
There was something about being called 'Superboy' instead of his name that made Kon shudder.
Bart stared for an agonizingly long few seconds before his face was suddenly inches from Kon’s. Gone was whatever trepidation he had, replaced with the same shit-eating grin that Kon seemed to bring out in him.
“Guess you’re right, Rob.” He laughed. “Though I can’t believe I made him cry that easy. We’re just playing around, right?”
Kon inhaled shakily. “Tim… come on, please. I don’t, I don’t want to do this anymore.”
The slight heel in Tim’s boots clicked across the hardwood floor as she approached. “I’m not the one you should be worried about, don’t you think?”
“Tell him to stop. He’ll listen to you.” His voice was weak, practically begging. He hated how he sounded.
“Hmm.” Tim crouched next to him, and if Kon craned his head, he could see the slight, amused smile painting her lips. “He might. But why should I? He’s actually proving his worth. I think he deserves to have a little fun.”
Kon opened his mouth to respond, to beg again, but he was abruptly cut off by Bart’s lips pressing against his own. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, either - not so much painful as it was relentless. Bart gave him short, fast kisses over and over, catching his lips between his teeth in tiny, stinging bursts. It wasn’t long before Kon became breathless - he tried to gasp in air between Bart’s kisses, but they were so fast that it made his head swim. He wondered if he could pass out like this; suffocated under Bart’s unending affection.
Kon squirmed under the assault, but when he moved his hands to push against Bart’s shoulders, to try and shove him off, Tim tutted. “Do you really think you should make him stop, either? You clearly aren’t worth much without your powers. Might as well be a pretty face to play with.”
Her words lashed through him, stilling his hands and making tears well in his eyes once more. She wasn’t wrong, was she? He had failed over and over to do what she expected of him.
“That’s it.” She cooed, putting a hand in his hair and petting it condescendingly. Kon suddenly recalled him wishing that she would do this exact thing, but he hadn’t imagined that it would feel so bad. “Stay still for him.”
Bart sat up, and Kon took an instinctive, gasping breath - a breath that was almost immediately cut off by another kiss. Kon fought the urge to turn his head away, trying to stay still despite how hard his heart was hammering in his chest.
He clung onto Bart’s narrow shoulders, desperate for some kind of grounding even as Bart made him dizzy. Surely he would get bored soon. Surely Bart would have his fun and then zip off, leaving Kon to slink back to his room and try to forget this whole thing ever happened. Surely he wouldn’t…
Kon let out a startled groan as Bart moved to straddle him, somehow managing to do so without his lips ever leaving Kon’s. He could feel his face flush in embarrassment as Bart ground down against him. Bart was clearly turned on - the press of his cunt was warm even through the fabric of both of their pants.
It was too much, too fast, especially with how fuzzy everything was becoming through the haze of borderline suffocation. Kon turned his head away, gasping out “Bart - no, stop-”
“Shh.” Tim shushed him, grabbing his jaw. He could’ve stopped her from turning his face back towards Bart, but he acquiesced, letting Bart claim him once more. “Stop trying to get out of this.”
Kon made a distressed dissenting noise, but it was drowned out by Bart’s breathless moan as he bit down hard on Kon’s lip. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and Bart used the opportunity to finally deepen the kiss.
Kon practically gagged as Bart shoved his tongue down Kon’s throat, exploring it with such reckless abandon that Kon couldn’t tell what was making him more sick - the kiss or the taste of blood.
Even still, Kon felt the warm pool of arousal begin to simmer in his gut, his cock hardening from where Bart was practically vibrating on top of him. The sensation made him panic. If he got hard, there was no way that Bart was going to let him get off with just a tongue-fucking. He hoped that somehow he wouldn’t notice.
It was a ridiculous thing to even think. Despite his attention problems, Bart could be truly single-minded when he wanted - and right now, he wanted. Bart shifted his angle, whining as the new position really let him grind down. Kon whimpered at the sensation, equal parts pain and arousal. The just of Bart’s sharp pelvic bone against him shouldn’t have been painful, but Kon was so fried from everything that had happened there was no way he could manage throwing up even a weak TTK field right now. He was helpless as Bart humped against him.
“Good boy, Bart.” Tim praised, an edge of breathlessness to her voice that Kon knew meant that she was getting turned on. “You’re being so good for me.”
Bart sat up once more. His lips were swollen and shiny, and Bart licked them as he turned a plaintive gaze to Tim. “I wanna get off.”
Kon didn’t turn to look at her, but he could hear the sly smile in her voice. “I think you have just the thing to use, no?”
Kon let out a low sob, no real tears behind it. “Bart, please, stop…”
Bart didn’t even look at him, instead focusing his attention solely on getting Kon’s pants off. Kon didn’t move his hips up, but he didn’t stop Bart either as he tugged the soft fabric down in short, harsh bursts. Kon’s cock flopped out, and Bart frowned at it, brow furrowing. He was maybe half-hard.
Bart spat in his hand, grabbing Kon’s dick with a strength that made Kon jump. He expected Bart to start quickly jacking him off, but he didn’t. His movements were slow, precise. It was how Kon liked to touch himself, how he liked to be touched.
The casual, unspoken familiarity somehow hurt worse than anything else.
Kon let out a shout as Bart suddenly began to vibrate his hand, the contrast to his earlier gentleness making Kon arch his hips - whether to try and buck Bart off or to make him keep going, he had no idea. He writhed at the overstimulation, fresh tears once more brimming in his eyes. He wondered how many times he had cried today - how many more times were left in him.
“No, no, god, Bart, stop-!” He shouted, grabbing Bart’s thighs hard enough to bruise. Bart growled in irritation but didn’t even look at him, his only focus his own blurring hand. Kon’s cock twitched in protest, but Kon could feel how hard he had become already - if Bart wasn’t going to slow down, he had no idea how long he would be able to last.
Two fingers pressed against the underside of his jaw, and Kon swallowed as he was forced to look up. Tim stared down at him, mouth twisted in a familiar frustrated look. Like Kon was a particularly irritating problem that she was working over.
“Stop squirming. Don’t you want to be good for us? Don’t you want to prove that you’re worth something?”
Kon’s face screwed up, skin prickling with humiliation. Even still, he found himself nodding, ever so slightly.
He released Bart’s thighs, and when he looked down at his hands, he could see that they were shaking. Kon instinctively tucked them under the small of his back, trying to hide yet another sign of his weakness.
“No, no.” Tim chastised, tapping his elbow. “I need your hands. Yes, that’s right, be a good boy and give them to me.”
Kon almost jumped when he felt Tim’s hands against his - not because of the touch, but because he felt skin. She must’ve taken off her gloves at some point. It felt ridiculous, but the idea of Tim taking off her gloves to touch him made his heart beat faster. His fingers tingled at the sensation, and he couldn’t help the way that he gripped Tim’s hand in his own, squeezing at her like a child seeking validation.
She laughed, the sound lovely and musical and just a touch cruel. “You’re so sweet. No, that’s not what I need your hands for.”
Using the grip she already had, she brought Kon’s hand toward her utility belt. “You remember how to undo this, right? Careful to not get shocked.”
Kon blanched. She had shown him before - he was one of the few people she trusted in case of emergencies - but he hadn’t practiced in a long time. Complicating matters was the horrible angle that he was at, his back still pressed against the floor. And Bart hadn’t even shown an interest in slowing down yet, still pressing nimble, vibrating fingers against all of Kon’s most sensitive spots.
None of that mattered, of course. If Tim expected him to do it, he had to.
He ran his shivery fingers along the inside of her belt, searching for the barely-perceptible mechanisms that comprised the belt’s security system. His fingers nearly slipped when Bart finally wrapped his hand fully around Kon, starting to jerk him off in earnest. His mind was heady with a potent cocktail of pleasure and pain, his injuries throbbing even as he shuddered.
Kon yelped as a low-level current zapped through his fingers, pain shooting up his arm and making his muscles cramp. He instinctively withdrew his hand, making Tim laugh. He gritted his teeth. Without his Kryptonian powers, he was vulnerable to electricity. He had to be careful, because the next shock would be stronger.
He slid his fingers back under Tim’s utility belt, trying to keep his breath measured even as Bart continued to jerk him off. He could do this. He had to be able to do this. He began to work at the mechanism again, pressing the indents precisely as he could.
Kon squeezed his eyes shut as another shock ripped through his arm, whimpering at the sensation. It was strong enough that his muscles burned even after the shock ended, and he could feel that he was trembling, well… everywhere.
He had managed to not withdraw his hand this time, but he still had to start the sequence over. Kon pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, breathing in sharp, short bursts.
His fingers cramped from how still he was holding them, fighting against the pain and exhaustion just to prevent himself from fainting. “Come on, come on,” he mumbled to no one except himself, moving the switches with his fingernails to try and prevent mistakes. It made them sting, but if he could just manage to…
Kon blinked in shock as Tim’s utility belt popped open, the golden metal shining as it fell to the ground. Kon let his arm fall too, curling in on himself protectively.
“Well, look at that.” Tim mused. “Guess you’re not totally useless.”
Kon almost asked her if she could call him a good boy, but he cut that thought off as soon as he had it. She would praise him when he had earned it.
There was a shuffling of fabric, and Kon turned his gaze back to Tim, watching with wide eyes as she pulled her tights down. She was wearing a plain pair of black panties, clearly chosen for their practicality rather than looks. Even still, the sight of her hard cock pressed against the fabric made Kon flush with arousal.
As he watched, Tim hooked her thumb into the waistband of her underwear, tugging it down. Her cock sprang free, and she gave it a languid stroke, hand engulfing the pale length.
“Bart.” She called out, though her gaze didn’t leave Kon’s face. “Stop teasing him now.”
Kon groaned as the pressure on his dick abruptly left. The force of the vibrations had left him practically numb, the constant overstimulation almost more painful than arousing. His dick must’ve not gotten the memo, though, because he was incredibly hard.
“Tim…” Bart whined. “Can I finally fuck him?”
Kon shivered at the words, though he didn’t bother to protest anymore. He did glance over at Bart, who was unabashedly rubbing himself through his sweatpants. Even in the strange lighting, Kon could see that the fabric was stained with his arousal - he wondered if Bart had already cum.
“I don’t know, Bart. Maybe if you asked better than that.”
Bart made an annoyed noise. “May I fuck him?” And then, after a moment, he added “Please?”
“Please what?”
Bart swallowed, realization finally dawning on his face. “May I please fuck him, sir?”
Tim rewarded him with a brilliant smile that made Kon shiver with envy. “Good boy. Go ahead.”
Bart grinned, shoving his pants and underwear down to his ankles in a a single blurry movement. The hair between his legs shone with his arousal, and Kon wondered if he had fingered himself at super-speed. Kon whined at the thought.
Bart wasted no time in scrambling above Kon, grabbing the base of his dick to properly line himself up. Something about this part always made Kon feel shaky all over, and he covered his face with his hands, letting out a soft, scared noise - a noise that turned into a strangled moan as Bart began to sink down on him.
Bart was always so damn tight, no matter how turned on he got. And, fuck, he was so hot - Kon had never been inside someone that felt as searingly warm as Bart. It was amazing and terrible in equal measure, and Kon couldn’t stop himself from bucking up to try and shove a little further in.
Hands shoved against his hips, slamming him into the floor hard enough that sharp pain lanced up his spine. Kon’s hands flew off his eyes, glancing up to see Bart baring his teeth at him, golden eyes flashing dangerously.
Tim grabbed his chin once more, this time shoving her thumb past his lips. She pressed against his teeth, and after a moment he acquiesced, allowing her to hook a finger against his jaw and yank down.
“I thought you wanted to be good for us.” She hissed.
“I do,” he slurred, tongue pressing against the intrusion. She tasted slightly salty.
“Then stop being a worthless slut and behave.” Tim clicked her tongue, as if she were chastising an unruly mutt. Kon nodded as best he could with her finger still in his mouth.
Tim canted her hips forward, using her free hand to guide her dick towards Kon’s open mouth. He froze, not daring to move lest he set her off.
As soon as her dick touched his tongue, he moaned softly, eyelashes fluttering at the taste. God, he loved sucking her off. He wished that she would take her thumb out of his mouth, let him savor it, but he hadn’t done anything to earn it.
Tim rabbited her hips forward, paying no heed to Kon’s comfort as she suddenly shoved her dick down his throat. He gagged around her, spit pooling in his mouth as he fought to not throw up. He wasn’t sure what she would do if he did, but he didn’t want to find out.
With her other hand, Tim grabbed his hair, picking his head off the ground just enough to really start fucking his face. Kon’s eyes rolled back, struggling to breathe past the brutal treatment his throat was getting.
Kon could feel that Bart was still struggling to properly sit on his cock, bouncing up and down in sharp bursts that made his toes curl. There was no way that Bart wasn’t in pain, but he seemed too impatient to care, ruthlessly forcing more and more of Kon’s cock inside of him. It was hard to hear over his face getting fucked, but he could just barely make out Bart’s soft pants of air, the occasional groan. He wished he could reach out, hold Bart’s waist and get himself further inside, but he didn’t want to risk Tim’s wrath again.
As if reading his mind, Tim pulled out, making Kon splutter and cough. He could feel drool running down his chin, and knew he must look ridiculous.
“Bart, stop.” Tim commanded. Bart immediately froze, letting out a huffy groan as he did. “Get off him and lay down.”
Kon glanced up. Bart’s brow was furrowed, but if he questioned her plan, he didn’t voice it. Instead, he dutifully raised himself off of Kon’s cock, making them both moan as the head popped out of his entrance.
Tim patted the side of Kon’s head. “Sit up. You’re gonna get over him.”
Kon swallowed, obediently moving until he was hovering over Bart, who had laid down on his back and was now looking up at him with those inscrutable eyes.
Tim touched his chin, making him look up at her. Her lips were pursed, and as she met his gaze, she just deepened her frown. “You have thirty seconds to get your cock all the way in him.”
Kon stared at her in disbelief. He didn’t know how long Bart had been struggling to sit on him, but it had definitely been longer than thirty seconds. Bart might be marginally less tight on his back, but there was no way he had loosened up enough. “I… I can’t, there’s no way, I can’t!”
She tilted her head. “The time has already started, Superboy. I wouldn’t wait if I were you.”
Panic scrabbled at his throat. He grabbed one of Bart’s legs, hooking it over his shoulder as he roughly shoved two fingers into his tight cunt. Bart groaned, and Kon couldn’t tell if it was with pleasure or discomfort.
He didn’t have any time to waste. He hurriedly spread his fingers apart, forcing Bart’s entrance open as he pressed the head of his cock against it. Hesitating for just a moment, he gathered saliva in his mouth, tactlessly spitting on his own cock before starting to push in.
Bart immediately tensed up, hands scrabbling uselessly on the hardwood floor for purchase. Kon gritted his teeth, giving an experimental thrust forward that only managed to push Bart’s small body forward.
Fuck. This wasn’t working. This wasn’t going to work. Kon gripped Bart’s hips tightly, mind racing. He had to be good, he had to. God knows what Tim would do to him if he didn’t. How the hell was he going to-?
Oh.
Kon inhaled shakily, scrambling to put the pieces of his overwhelmed mind together. He had to focus.
Using his hands as an anchor point, he reached out with his tactile telekinesis, feeling his way across Bart’s skin until he managed to dip inside. Bart let out a strangled gasp, shoulders thrashing at the sensation.
He didn’t have time to be gentle. Kon squeezed his eyes shut, breathing out through his nose as he focused all of his will into making Bart open, pushing against the tight muscles as he forced Bart to relax.
The cry that Bart let out was definitely one of pain, but Kon couldn’t think about that right now - all he could do was bite his lip, pin Bart to the ground and give one last thrust inside.
Kon let out a strangled cry of relief as he felt his pelvis press against Bart, fully seated inside of him. He took a second to just breathe, releasing his TTK hold and letting Bart settle. Bart was letting out little short gasps as his body struggled to adjust to the intrusion, and when Kon opened his eyes again, he could see that Bart’s face was screwed up in obvious pain.
He froze, realizing exactly what he had just done to him. He had played around with his TTK during sex before, but never like this - never prying someone open from the inside. He released Bart’s hips and cupped his face. “Imp…?”
“Kon.” Tim’s voice was firm, but hearing his name from her lips sends something wonderful pulsing through his body. He looked up, and to his shock he realized that she had peeled her domino mask off and was now gazing at him with those inscrutable pale blue eyes. She rewarded him with a small, genuine smile, which was almost better than hearing his name. Almost.
“You did very good for me.” She cooed, tilting her head. “You can fuck him now.”
“But… Tim…”
“Sir.” She corrected, and Kon had to fight not to duck his head.
“Sir, Bart is… he’s, I don’t know if I should, he looks like he’s in pain and I-”
“Kon. You’ve proved to me that you can be good. I’m giving you this as a reward.” She reached out, cradling his face gently. “Don’t ruin that now.”
Kon’s mouth was too dry to respond, so he just nodded jerkily. Once more grabbing Bart’s hips, he rolled forward experimentally, groaning as Bart’s walls flutter around him. Bart sucked in a sharp breath, canting his hips up. Kon wasn’t sure if he’s trying to meet his thrusts or get away from them. The thought makes him feel queasy - but not queasy enough to stop.
Kon’s heart hammered in his chest as he picked up the pace, driving his cock deep into Bart’s cunt. Despite the edge of too tight pain, he felt amazing. Kon glanced back down, groaning as he sees Bart’s small chest bouncing behind his sheer top with each thrust. He reached forward, cupping his breast in his hand and rubbing a thumb over his nipple. This time, his TTK is almost unconscious - he pushed under the fabric, making sensation prickle over Bart’s skin.
Bart let out a soft, high-pitched whine, hands flailing up and tangling in Kon’s shirt. He was finally starting to loosen up, enough that Kon can really draw his hips back and fuck him.
Bart’s eyes flew open, gasping out tiny, breathless noises with each thrust. He was wet enough that every movement sounds incredibly obscene, the sounds echoing through the mostly-empty dojo.
There was a rustle of movement, and Kon looks up to see Tim standing above him, languidly stroking herself to the sight of their fucking. Kon leaned forward, letting his mouth fall open and his tongue loll out. He wanted so desperately to be good for her.
Tim laughed quietly, but still stepped forward, letting Kon take her into his mouth. She let out a soft moan, tugging at his hair as he sucks her. He relished the feeling on his tongue. He hasn’t sucked a lot of dick, but from his limited experience, hers has always been his favorite; the edge of softness even when she was aroused, the perfect length that just pushed into his throat, the taste of her skin…
Bart let out a hoarse whimper, suddenly tightening enough that Kon’s forced to stutter to a stop. It took him a moment to realize that Bart was coming, his cunt fluttering around Kon’s cock in blissful waves. Kon groaned, and though he can’t look down, he knows that Bart must paint a beautiful picture right now - skin flushed, face stained with dried blood, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“Bart.” Tim pants out. “Make him feel good.”
There’s a moment’s pause before Bart once more started to vibrate. Kon lets out a shout, the sound muffled as Tim starts to fuck his face with a renewed fervor.
If Bart’s vibrations felt good before, it was nothing compared to how it felt while Kon was inside of him. The wet, warm heat was overwhelming, and sparks of pleasure raced through him.
He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him, and he was helpless to do anything other than rut mindlessly into Bart. He was awash with sensations, lost to how thoroughly he had been broken down, how wonderful he felt being brought back up again.
With a strangled cry, he froze, pumping his load into Bart’s body. His orgasm was drawn out from the vibrations, and Kon nearly passed out from the delightful overstimulation. He was barely aware of Tim pulling out of his throat, painting his face with her own load. All he could do was sit there, chest wracked with his heavy breaths.
What did catch his attention, though, was the sudden shift of color. Kon blinked in surprise as the artificial red sunlight vanished, replaced with a natural yellow glow. Already, he could feel some of the lethargy draining out of him, his battered limbs tingling from where his bruises began to mend themselves.
He pulled out of Bart, groaning as a string of pearly cum followed his movement. Instinctively he pushed it back in with his finger, which earned him a smack on the wrist from Bart.
“I don’t want that shit.” Bart groused, sitting up. “I’m gonna have to clean it all out in a minute anyway - honestly, hold on.”
Not that Kon had much say in the matter. As soon as Bart had spoken, he was gone, presumably to go take a shower.
“So much for post-scene cuddles.” Kon muttered, wiping his fingers on his pants. That earned a laugh from Tim, who appeared to be… pulling an extra pair of underwear from her utility belt? Wow.
“I’m sure he’ll be back. You know how he is about feeling sticky.” She reassured, pulling the panties on. He watched her long, pale legs appreciatively.
“Yeah, I know.” Kon sighed. “Doesn’t mean it’s not - oof!”
The wind was abruptly knocked out of him as he suddenly had a lapful of damp speedster, fully changed into an old band t-shirt and pair of ratty boxers. Bart shook his head, water droplets flying off his wild hair and splattering Kon in the face.
“Dude!” Kon shouted, and he would’ve pushed Bart right back off his lap if Bart hadn’t tucked his head under his chin in the way that made Kon’s heart melt.
So he just sighed, wrapping his arms around Bart protectively. “You alright?”
“Mmmhm.” Bart mumbled, curling up impossibly smaller. “You stink.”
“Yeah, well, not all of us can take superspeed showers.”
Tim sat next to the two of them, placing a hand on the back of Bart’s neck. “You both did really well. Thanks for trusting me with this.”
“Yeah.” Bart sighed dreamily. “You know I love kicking the crap out of you guys. So, for next time, d’you think we could use Kryptonite? Cause I have some really great ideas that I’m just dying to try.”