Archive of Our Own

Three years.

It's been three years since Konner Kent, AKA Superboy, died.

Tim visits his grave at least once a week. Or whenever he has a chance to. Most of the time he just lays on the grass next to the cold stone they carved his name onto, watching clouds slowly pass through the bright Smallville sky. An almost harsh change to Gotham's.

Other times, Tim will work on a case. He'll talk idly about what he's doing or what's frustrating him. Nobody ever comes to the graveyard anyway, so he usually doesn't worry about confidentiality.

But Tim knows there's not a body. There wasn't one when he died.

The only things that were left of him were his stupid sunglasses and two spikes off of the shoulder of his leather jacket. Tim kept them, of course, having put the items in a display case for the shrine memorial hidden in his closet.

His siblings check in on him from time to time. They know that Kon's passing was extremely hard on him. At least they put forth the effort, right?

Tim sighs, closing his laptop softly. He's been out here for a few hours now, just organizing case files so both Bruce and Barbara have an easier time looking through them.

His tired eyes slide over to the words etched into the marble of Kon's headstone, tracing the delicate work.

It doesn't list Kon's secret identity, as the League didn't want to have to deal with the paperwork. Plus, Tim is pretty sure most of the elderly population of Smallville know who Clark and Kon really are.

"I should probably get going," Tim murmurs, but he doesn't move to get up immediately. "It's late. And I don't want to bother the groundskeeper again."

Of course, he doesn't get a response.

Tim has come to hate the silence.

~~~~

He gets back to his Gotham high-rise at around midnight. It's dark, the only light source being the almost blinding neon lights of the city.

Tim sets down his bag at the door and toes off his shoes, placing them neatly on the rack before shedding his jacket and hanging it up on a hook.

Another sigh leaves his lips.

It's too quiet.

If Kon were here, he'd be greeting him at the door like a dog waiting for his owner to come home from work. He'd plaster himself onto Tim wherever he can reach, peppering kisses along his cheek and neck.

Now, it's just… empty.

Tim shakes his head before he can dwell on it anymore, locking the door and dragging himself to the kitchen. He opens the fridge and pulls out a container of leftovers Alfred sent him home with after he visited a few days ago.

His siblings were happy to see him there. Tim's grateful that they didn't question him about anything. He's pretty sure he would've broken down on the spot if someone had.

Well, aside from breaking down in Bruce's arms about it again, obviously.

He watches the container spin in the microwave until it beeps, removing it and stabbing a piece with a fork. It's Alfred's favorite lasagna recipe. It's the perfect food to stuff your face with when you're still emotionally involved with your dead boyfriend three years after his death and after you tried to clone him almost a hundred times, he thinks wryly.

Tim plops himself down on the big couch in the middle of his living room, grabbing the TV remote and turning on some random show he and Kon used to binge when they were bored and wanted to spend time together.

By now, he's memorized a lot of the script. He would quote it with Kon like some sort of elaborate inside joke that no one else found funny.

And to them, it was.

He sets down the now empty container of food on the coffee table. He'll probably get around to washing it tomorrow.

When Kon isn't here, there isn't anything to do. Tim stayed up late regularly, sure, but when it was with Kon, he felt well rested even after they went to bed at an ungodly hour.

Tim isn't sure anyone can refill the gaping hole in his soul. He tried a few times, but he always ended up breaking it off so he didn't hurt the other person by still being hung up on his dead boyfriend.

He turns off the TV, unable to bear the sound of the show anymore.

Standing, he heads to their his bathroom, flicking on the light as he enters.

His skin is pale despite how often he lays out in the Kansas sun. Eye bags mar the skin of his face, cheekbones appearing hollow thanks to the deep shadows on his face. He almost looks worse than that time Dick shaved his head.

Tim turns on the shower, letting it heat up while he takes off his clothes. His shirt is was one of Kon's. Around a year before he died, the vast majority of his stuff had already migrated into their Tim's apartment. Tim never bothered to get rid of any of his stuff.

He steps under the steaming water, letting it wash over him. He needs it after the day he's had. After what he had to deal with at Wayne Enterprises, then Red Robin work, then all of the work he did while visiting Kon, it left him exhausted.

After his shower, he does his normal bedtime routine; skincare, brush teeth, inspect body for anything that might be dangerous, grimace at his scars, leave the bathroom, drop his towel, shove himself into an oversized shirt, and then crawl under the duvet of his way too big bed.

He only upgraded to a California King after Kon officially moved in with him about six months before his death.

There's too much space for only him. Maybe he should get rid of it entirely. Get a new, smaller one so he doesn't have to keep getting whiffs of Kon's favorite cologne.

Or maybe he won't. He's too attached to the smell. They discontinued the scent a while back, and Tim hasn't been able to get his hands on it since. And he would buy the listings off of E-Bay, but he morally can't because of the absurd prices.

He sits up in bed, throwing off the duvet and padding toward his huge walk-in closet.

Behind a row of hanging clothes in a pin-pad that accesses a small room he had built in when he bought the apartment building. No one questioned why he did it; everyone is afraid to cross his adoptive father when it comes to financial decisions.

He enters the number- Kon's birthday- and the far wall slides back to reveal the memorial Tim made for him.

It might be odd to other people to have something like this hidden in a closet, but it's kept Tim from killing himself in the last three years, so he doesn't particularly care.

In the center is Tim's favorite picture of Kon. He was shirtless, star-fished in their bed with his head mushed into the pillow and his hair a complete mess. There's a bit of drool running down his lip, staining the fabric beneath his head. Kon was overwhelmed with work before he crashed, having been on the field for two days straight without a break.

Tim came home from W.E. a few hours after Kon fell asleep, and he remembers being confused as to why Kon wasn't there to greet him. He called his name, listening out for a response as he got comfortable.

And when he went to check their bedroom, that's where he found his boyfriend.

Tim took a picture when he was done gawking over how good Kon looked spread out like that. He's pretty sure he's jerked off to the picture when Kon was off-world a few times, but that's neither here nor there.

Below the framed picture are other miscellaneous items like his sunglasses, small souvenirs from past dates, a few of Kon's clothes, and a few more trinkets he's collected.

Tucked in a cabinet underneath all that, however, is an air mattress, pillow, and blanket. Tim often finds himself sleeping in his closet more than his actual bed, so he decided a while ago to invest in something that won't kill his back.

He tugs the items out, turning on the air pump to the mattress. A yawn escapes his lips as he checks his phone. 2:16 A.M.

He should take the day off tomorrow or something. To fix his sleep schedule.

Who is he kidding, his sleep schedule has been fucked since Kon died.

The mattress only takes around ten minutes to fill up to where Tim wants it, and he turns the pump off. The blanket he has is was Kon's. And if Tim is being completely honest, he hasn't washed it since he passed. It still smells like him.

Tim yawns again, this time wide enough for his jaw to crack.

It's not long after he lays down before he's out cold, sinking into the welcoming arms of sleep.

~~~~

He has to tell Tim.

In all honesty, Kon's been avoiding finding him since he popped back into where he's supposed to be. It's been days, now. He visited Ma and Pa almost as soon as he gathered his bearings. He remembers how hard Ma cried when she saw his face, thumb ghosting over the new scar on his right cheekbone.

Clark got there pretty quickly, having heard Ma freaking out about something. He and Kon had an okay relationship, but Clark immediately crushed him into a hug despite that.

After that, Kon spent the next three days catching up with his family, and eating Ma's food like there's no tomorrow.

But now, he's sitting on top of the grain silo on the farm, watching the sun he's missed slowly set over the Kansas horizon.

He wants to tell Tim so, so badly that he's alive. That he's not going anywhere anytime soon. That he's never, ever going to leave Tim's line of sight again.

But Kon isn't sure how well that'll go.

What if Tim moved on from him? Found someone new to keep his bed warm and heart happy. It's not like Kon would blame him, either. He was dead for three years; it gave Tim plenty of time to process and move on from him.

Kon never really thought he was perfect for Tim. Bruce always gave him a look when he was openly affectionate toward him. Maybe it was best that he and Tim separated.

He sighs, swiping away a tear that managed to get past his eye lashes.

He doesn't want to think about it, honestly.

"What are you doing up here?"

Clark. Of course.

"Thinking," Kon replies, not bothering to look at the other man.

"About what?" he asks, slowly floating to take a seat next to Kon.

"About my relationship with Tim," Kon admits after a moment, looking down at his hands. "I don't know if I can just.. show up and tell him that I'm alive. Hell, I don't even know if he still thinks about me."

"Oh, trust me, he does," Clark chuckles, shaking his head fondly. "He still visits your grave at least once a week. Sometimes more, if he can. He'll stop by Ma and Pa's, too."

Kon's brows furrow. He still mourns me?

"I thought by now he'd move on," Kon mutters. "I wouldn't blame him."

"He misses you, Kon," Clark sighs, bringing Kon closer by the shoulders. "A lot. He's.. noticeably less happy now, y'know. He still manages to smile sometimes, but you really brought out the best in him. And I know what you're thinking, that Bruce didn't like you. But he does. More than he's willing to admit."

"How can you be sure?" Kon asks, leaning into the hold. "He always glares at me when I'm around him."

"What? No, that's just how he looks. He loves you," Clark scoffs, raising an eyebrow. "He talked all the time about how badly your passing affected Tim's work. He hated to admit it, but he loved how you and Tim brought out the best in each other."

Kon stays quiet for a few moments, mulling over what Clark has told him.

Did Bruce really think that about him? From the time he met the guy, he was always growling about how he'd kill Kon if he so much as thought about harming Tim in any way. Overprotective, is what he is.

"Why did he never say anything?"

"Mostly because he's emotionally constipated and doesn't want to admit that his kids are growing up."

"Alright, that's fair." A quiet laugh escapes Kon despite himself.

"I don't think you have a lot to worry about," Clark assures, rubbing Kon's upper arm a few times. "You should find him. Talk to him. And if it doesn't go well- which probably won't happen- then you can come back here."

Kon nods, filling his chest with air before releasing it. He'll never talk to Tim if he doesn't go now.

"Does he still live in the apartment building?"

"He bought it not long after you passed, actually," Clark hums, smiling softly.

"Of course he did," Kon mutters, exasperated. If he didn't know better, he'd say Tim bought it so he can modify his place in a way that the landlord would have a heart attack over.

"Go," Clark urges, gently nudging Kon. "Talk to him. I believe in you, okay? And I'll be here if you need anything."

Kon nods. "Thank you."

~~~~

Kon has never been more nervous to fly over to Gotham.

What if someone spots him? It would be especially bad if one of Tim's siblings saw him. Honestly, he wouldn't be too surprised if Barbara's already see him. She has eyes literally everywhere.

The atmosphere of the gloomy city hasn't changed one bit since he's been gone. Honking cars, neon lights, pedestrians arguing, stray cats and dogs digging in dumpsters.. Rao, how he missed it all.

He weaves through tall buildings until he gets to a familiar block.

His heart pounds.

He can hear Tim moving around inside. His super-hearing automatically sought him out even before Kon even realized.

He's going about his morning routine. It sounds like he's putting breakfast in the oven. He usually does that before he starts to clean up around the apartment.

Kon slowly floats up to the balcony that connects to their his living room, not making a sound as he lands.

His palms feel clammy.

Can he even feel clammy?

He's rarely sweat before.

Taking a deep, steading breath, he carefully slides open the glass door, slipping inside the apartment.

Tim doesn't look up from the floor he's sweeping, as if he didn't even hear him come in. Weird.

"Hey," Kon whispers, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. "Uh. Been a while, huh?"

Tim still doesn't look at him. Not even bothering to acknowledge him. The hell?

"Tim?" Kon says, louder this time. "Hey, why aren't you-"

"Hallucinating again," Tim mutters, setting down the broom and rubbing his face. "I just woke up too. I'm taking the day off."

Kon watches, mouth agape, as Tim just- walks past him like he wasn't even there. He instinctively follows after him, extremely confused. "Hey, don't just- Hallucinating? What are you- Tim, look at me."

Kon grabs Tim by the shoulder, spinning him around so they're face to face. "Don't walk away from me. Please."

Tim just stares at him, blue eyes darting all over his face like he doesn't believe what he's seeing.

"No," he whispers, shaking his head, breathing hard. "No. No, no, you're- You're dead. How- how are you here?"

"It's a long story," Kon laughs, hands drifting up to cup Tim's cheeks as tears fill his eyes. "And I swear to tell you everything, okay? I just- I wanted to see you."

"You're okay?" Tim's voice is small, barely filling the gap between them.

"Yeah," Kon sighs, feeling a weight lift from his chest. "I'm okay. Promise."

A sob claws its way out of Tim's throat, and his arms shoot around his neck in the next moment. He buries his head against Kon, muffling his cries into his shirt. Kon gently lowers the both of them to the floor, holding Tim in his lap.

He sits there for a while, just letting Tim cry in his arms for as long as he needs. Kon himself sheds a few tears, pressing his nose into his mop of raven hair.

Eventually, the sobs slow, shifting into hiccups and sniffles. But Tim doesn't move away. Kon wouldn't have let him, anyway.

"You okay?" Kon asks softly, gently prying Tim off of his shoulder so he can get a good look at his face. He's still as pretty as the last time he saw him.

Tim swipes at his face with shaky hands, a shaky laugh leaving his trembling lips. "I should be asking you that."

"Don't say that," Kon chides, brushing underneath his eye with his thumb.

"How long have you been back? Alive? I dunno."

"About four days now," Kon replies, slipping into a more serious expression. "I spent some time at the farm before I came here. I wanted to come to you immediately but I didn't know if you wanted me to."

"Why didn't you?" Tim asks.

"..I wasn't sure if you had moved on. From me, I mean."

His brows furrow, eyes searching for any hint of a lie. When he doesn't find one, his eyes soften significantly. "Kon.."

"Don't. I know it was stupid."

"It's not that," Tim laughs softly, tilting Kon's chin up so their eyes meet. "I'm glad you thought of how I would react. And I'm glad you ended up coming here."

"Me too."

Tim's eyes bore into his, the blue intense despite the dim lighting.

Kon swallows, heart rate bumping up a few notches.

He can hear Tim's speed up too.

The air between them becomes almost charged.

"Can I, uh," Kon starts, tongue flicking over his dry lips, "kiss you? Please?'

"Yeah. Yeah, you can."

Kon slowly closes the distance, pressing a chaste kiss to Tim's soft yet chapped lips. It's gentle, as if they were young, stupid teenagers sharing their first kiss all over again.

The clone shivers when he feels Tim's slender fingers slide up and into the hair at the back of his neck, a sigh leaving him and into Tim's mouth. He uses that to deepen the kiss, nearly shoving his entire tongue into Kon's throat.

Konner's own hands wander under Tim's loose shirt, feeling how the skin over his ribs move with every breath he takes.

Tim's the one to pull away first, lungs burning from the lack of air.

His cheeks are flushed, pupils noticeably bigger than they were before. He's panting lightly, too, lips damp with spit.

"I missed you," he whispers, the words almost sinful coming from his mouth as he grinds down on Kon's aching erection.

Kon hisses through his teeth, curling in on Tim instinctively. "Don't do that," he groans, pressing his forehead into the junction between Tim's neck and shoulder.

"Why?" Tim asks coyly, a smug smirk curling his kiss-bitten lips. "I quite enjoy seeing you squirm."

"Are you-" Kon swallows hard, breathing already ragged- "Are you sure you want this?"

Tim pauses in his movements, blinking at Kon like he grew another head. "Excuse me?"

"I just-" Kon starts, putting a bit of distance between himself and Tim despite how much it hurts him to, "I don't want to make you feel like we have to have sex now that I'm back, y'know? I don't even know if you have a partner now."

"I wouldn't be grinding on you if I had one," Tim huffs, but he relents. "And I do want to have sex with you. I admittedly haven't since you.. you know."

Kon nods, arousal slamming into him at full force now that he knows for sure that Tim really does want him and that he isn't dreaming.

"Okay," he manages, voice hoarse. "Good. That's.. good."

"I'm glad you agree," Tim murmurs, sliding back onto Kon's lap.

He grits his teeth when the fabric of his boxers rubs against the sensitive head of his cock, holding onto Tim's hips for dear life.

"You're so sensitive," the absolute instigator hums, rolling against him again.

"Stop," Kon grunts, thighs tensing. "I swear I'll cream my pants if you don't quit that."

Tim shivers at the words, pupils only getting bigger. "Yeah? You'll cum right here in your pants all because I'm on your lap?" Tim slides his arms around Kon's shoulders again, bringing their faces barely an inch apart.

He looks like he wants to devour Kon.

And he'd gladly let it happen, too.

"Please.." Kon nearly whines, trying his absolute hardest to hold it in. "Don't make me."

"Come on," Tim urges, tilting Kon's head up again. "Be a good boy."

That gets him.

Kon's body locks up, vision nearly whiting out at the sheer intensity of his orgasm. He faintly hears Tim coo at him, but he can't make out what he says.

"..back with me, baby?" Tim asks, running his hands through Kon's hair.

"Uh huh," Kon pants out, head dropping back against the wall.

"Good," Tim hums, kissing Kon's jaw sweetly. "Let's move to the bedroom, okay? It's more comfortable there."

Kon doesn't have to be told twice.

In an instant, they're on the large bed in Tim's bedroom, with Kon hovering over Tim. He stares at him like a hungry animal, barely holding back from shoving his tongue into Tim's mouth.

"Good to know you still listen," Tim teases, running a finger from the waistband of Kon's now dirty jeans, over his abs, and to his chin.

"I always listen to you," Kon replies, catching Tim's wrist gently and bringing his hand to his face, pressing his cheek against it. "No matter what."

"I know," Tim hums, watching with a smile as Kon nuzzles into his palm.

But it doesn't last forever.

Tim flips Kon onto his back, straddling his waist with those lean thighs that have always driven Kon insane.

And Kon lets it happen. He's more that happy to let Tim do whatever he wants to him so long as he enjoys it.

"Take off your clothes," Tim demands, but he doesn't move. Damn him.

Kon uses his TTK to shove his jeans and boxers off in one go, peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

His chest lacks any sort of hair, thanks to his Kryptonian heritage. His skin is a delicious golden tan, with a few moles and freckles scattered about the plane of his chest and abs. There are only a few scars that disrupt the smooth skin, but Tim doesn't mind. He'd be a hypocrite if he did.

Tim's favorite freckle, however, is one located on the skin of Kon's right nipple. He'd always give it special attention just to see Kon writhe underneath him.

"I wanna see you," Kon whines, snapping Tim out of his staring. "Please?"

Tim smiles, pleasure shooting down his spine and directly into the tip of his leaking cock. "Of course, baby. I wouldn't deprive you of that for too long."

Kon watches, enraptured, as Tim peels off his oversized shirt first, greedily drinking in the pale, scarred skin. He wants to run his tongue over every inch of him so badly it hurts.

Next, Tim shifts his weight forward, bringing his face back down to Kon's.

The clone swallows, throat suddenly dry.

"Help me?"

Tim flutters his eyelashes at him with faux innocence, tilting his head in a way that makes his hair flop over his eyes.

Konner nods dumbly, using his TTK again to shuck Tim's pants from his legs.

Holy shit he was commando under his sweats.

Only Kon's fingertips get to touch Tim before they're being shoved down and pinned to the mattress. A long whine leaves his chest at that, but he doesn't struggle. It would only make Tim punish him harder.

"Who said you could touch?" Tim demands, expression souring into a scowl.

"I'm sorry!" Kon whimpers, almost sobbing at the loss. "I didn't mean-"

"Shh," Tim shushes, letting one of Kon's hands go so he can use it to touch his face. "I know you didn't mean to. It's not your fault; you haven't seen me for three years. There was no one to remind you of how to act."

Kon nods in agreement, relishing in the touch he is getting.

"Now," Tim says, sitting back up. The movement causes Tim's lower back to graze against Kon's throbbing dick. He swears he could've came right there and then. "I want to take my time with you. Think you can handle that?"

"Anything you want," Kon breathes, almost trembling with need at this point. "Anything. I don't- I don't care."

"Good boy."

Tim leans down again, catching Kon's mouth in a searing kiss. It's rougher this time. Messier. And gods, does Kon love it.

He groans harshly when Tim reaches behind him, cold hand sliding up Kon's overheated shaft. Tim slowly, slowly moves his hand upward, thumbing at the wet slit at the head. By now, despite having cum already, Kon is absolutely leaking pre.

"So needy," Tim murmurs against his lips, pulling back just far enough to see the way Kon's face contorts with pleasure. "All wound up for me, huh? Poor baby."

Kon throws his head back when Tim squeezes the tip again, barely holding on by a thread. Never in his life- and death- has he been this hard before.

"Please-" Kon chokes out, muscles rippling with tension. "Please, I need- I want-"

"I know," Tim soothes, thumbing over Kon's cheek. "Cum for me, baby."

And Kon does, painting Tim's hand a pearly white. It somehow gets onto Tim's bare back, slowly dripping down it.

"Good job," Tim praises, pressing a sweet kiss to Kon's cheek.

Kon opens his eyes, having not realized he closed them in the first place. He forgot how much control Tim has over him.

When they first started having sex, Kon was always topping. Always in control of everything. And they both loved it, of course.

But one day, when they were making out in their bed back at Mount Justice, Tim asked him if he can top that time. That he wanted to try it out and see if he liked it. Kon was on board immediately. He's always considered himself someone who's open to pretty much anything when it comes to sex.

Kon ended up liking it a lot more than he thought he would.

He came seven times before he finally tapped out.

Tim had been very proud of himself for that.

After finding that out, Tim topped him more often. Of course, they'd occasionally switch it up, but Kon always somehow ended up doing whatever Tim told him to. And that doesn't exclude now.

"How many times can you cum before you try and top me instead, hm?" Tim questions teasingly, bringing his dirty hand from behind his back to his mouth. "If I remember right, your record is four, right?"

Kon doesn't say anything. He can't really. The only thing he can do is watch Tim lick his hand clean, eyes following the way his throat moves as he swallows.

"But I won't torture you like that," Tim says, sighing as if he's disappointed. "How about I suck you off instead?"

Kon's eyes widen at the mere thought of having Tim's mouth on him, nodding frantically. "Yes. Yes, yes, please-" he begs, breathing getting unsteady.

"Eager," Tim snorts, getting off of him finally. Kon almost whines at the loss. "How do you want me?"

Kon thinks for a solid fifteen seconds, brain hazy from two consecutive orgasms to really function properly.

"On your knees," he decides eventually, sitting up to move to the side of the bed.

Tim smiles, slipping off of the mattress and sinking to a kneel in front of Kon, gazing up at him through his long eyelashes. His hands slide along the skin of Kon's thighs, squeezing the tense muscles.

Kon keeps his hands to himself through it all, chest heaving at the sight alone.

He watches Tim nose at his cock, tongue shooting out to lick up the drying slick. He's acting as if he doesn't know what he's doing. It's intoxicating.

Finally, blessedly, Tim gets to the tip, taking it into his hot mouth, tasting the leftover cum and pre still leaking from the slit.

Kon watches him take the whole thing down his throat, a bulge forming under his Adam's apple from the girth of it.

But he doesn't touch Tim. He can't. Tim will stop if he does.

He pulls off with a wet pop, wiping away the spit that gathered at the corners of his mouth. "Why don't you fuck my face, huh?" he prompts, raising his eyebrow at Kon. "Give you some relief."

"Thank you," Kon breathes, immediately burying his hand into Tim's hair and dragging him closer.

Tim's jaw drops automatically when Kon brings him closer, accepting Kon into his mouth easily. If Kon didn't know any better, he'd say that Tim doing it himself first was him warming up.

Kon shutters at the feeling of his warm mouth around him again, head dropping back with a groan. Rao, he missed this. Missed Tim. Missed- Hell, everything.

But especially Tim.

The clone lets Tim adjust to the intrusion for a few moments, watching his expression to make sure he's not hurting him. He'd rather die. Again.

"Good?"Kon asks breathlessly.

Tim taps his finger against Kon's thigh twice, silently telling him that he's alright.

Kon nods in return, free hand clenching the bed sheets so hard that he's pretty sure there are holes in it now.

He slowly pulls Tim by the hair, guiding him to bob his head up and down his cock. He sensation is absolutely divine.

Kon curls in on himself slightly, involuntarily making Tim move faster. He sees Tim's eyes water as he gags around Kon.

And Kon would stop and pull him off, but Tim has told him before that he likes choking on him. If he didn't he would tap Kon at least three times to let him know to stop.

Tim barely gets a warning before hot ropes of cum are shooting down his throat, coating the slick inside in an inhuman amount of it.

Kon lets his hair go when he comes down, and Tim pulls off with a few coughs, throat rubbed raw from the abuse.

"You okay?" Konner asks, using his x-ray vision to make sure there aren't any tears in the soft tissue.

"Yeah," Tim rasps, swallowing to get everything down. "Water."

A glass of water appears shortly after the request, thanks to TTK. Tim takes it gratefully, greedily chugging about half it it before handing it back to Kon to set down on the bedside table.

"Better?"

"Mhm," Tim hums, standing back up and crawling back into Kon's lap. "Much better."

"Good," Konner replies, nodding as he ducks down to kiss at Tim's neck.

He can feel the insistent press of Tim's own erection against his lower belly, pre-cum staining his skin. Kon can smell it and it makes his eyes roll back slightly.

"When can I get inside you?" Kon whines, nosing at the spot behind Tim's ear that always makes him shiver.

"Can you handle prep without cumming immediately?" Tim shoots back, tilting his head to the side to give him more room to work with.

"Yes," Kon huffs, offended that he'd even insinuate that he can't. "I can do that."

"If you say so." Tim slips from his perch, spreading out on his front with his arms underneath the pillow.

Kon needs to get ahold of himself.

"Is, uh, everything still..?"

"I moved the stuff to a bin in my closet," Tim says, sitting up again. "I forgot I moved it. Sorry."

"No, no, it's fine," Kon assures quickly, getting up to find it himself. "I can find it, you stay right here, okay?"

"It's yellow," Tim calls after him as he lays back down, eyes following Kon's ass. "It should be on the floor."

Kon flicks on the light to the closet, scanning the floor for a yellow box.

He doesn't find it immediately, but he does find something else.

A shrine.

Of him.

In the back of Tim's closet.

His jaw drops at the sight.

There are a variety of pictures of him on the shelves, along with a few keepsakes from dates they've been on in the past. His sunglasses are sitting neatly inside of a display case, next to two of the spikes of his old leather jacket.

Tim kept those?

All this time?

The sight makes him even harder than he already was.

"Did you find it?" Tim calls from the bed, sounding impatient.

"Uh, yeah," Kon replies, quickly scanning the floor again. He finds the yellow box and picks it up, bringing it out to Tim.

"You saw it, didn't you?"

Kon freezes in his path back to the bed, shifting his eyes away.

"Yeah. I did."

"What do you think?" Tim asks, fidgeting with the pillow case. "It's not.. weird, is it?"

"No!" Kon blurts, before reeling himself back in. "I mean, no. No, it's not weird. Actually, I think it turned me on even more."

Tim's face breaks out into a smile, posture relaxing. "Good. I'm glad."

Kon resumes his path, climbing back into the bed. He sits on his knees as he opens it to reveal a variety of different toys and a few bottles of lube.

His mouth goes dry.

"Are you just gonna sit there and stare?" Tim prompts, making Kon jolt slightly.

"Sorry," he mutters, grabbing a bottle of lube that he remembers to be Tim's favorite scent.

He sidles up behind Tim, popping open the bottle and slicking up his fingers to warm it up.

"Don't bother," Tim says suddenly, surprising Kon.

"What?" Kon asks intelligently, his hand only a few inches away from Tim's waiting hole.

"I'm too impatient for prep," Tim groans, head falling forward into the pillow.

"But-"

"Shut up and fuck me before I do it without you."

Kon nods rapidly, reaching down to slick his cock up instead. His eyelids flutter at the feeling, and he has to bite his lip to keep from cumming too early.

"I can't promise I'll last very long," Kon manages, sliding a pillow under Tim's hips with his TTK.

"Just get inside me already," Tim whines, wiggling his ass insistently.

Kon uses the hand that isn't on Tim's hip to line himself up, breath catching in his chest when his tip kisses Tim's hole. "Just- let me know if i hurt you okay?"

Tim doesn't get to respond before Kon's pushing past the tight rim of muscle, shoving his face into the pillow to muffle his guttural groan.

Konner forces himself to take it slow, to let Tim adjust to his size so he doesn't hurt him.

"Gods, you're doing so good, babe," Kon breathes out shakily, letting his head drop onto Tim's sweaty shoulder. "You feel incredible."

"Hurry up," Tim snaps, bucking his hips back to take more of Kon's cock.

Kon hisses through his teeth, grip on his hip tightening enough to leave finger shaped bruises. He has to force himself to loosen it so he doesn't hurt him too bad.

Slowly but surely, Kon buries himself all the way too his balls, practically shaking with the effort not to start humping into Tim like a man possessed. How he had so much restraint in the past is absolutely beyond him.

"Tim.." Kon whines, gnawing on the skin of Tim's trap. "Please, can I move? Please let me, I can't take it."

"You better fuck me hard and fast," Tim growls, ass clenching around Kon like a vice.

"Yeah, okay. I can- I can do that."

Kon pulls out of him until he's nearly at the head before slamming back into him hard enough to scoot him up the bed by two inches. Tim practically wails at the harsh treatment, hands clawing at the sheets.

He keeps the almost punishing pace, the sound of wet skin, the scent of sex, and the loud moan punching their way through Tim filling the room.

Kon knows he's big; bigger than most people, in fact. Tim had him strip in one of the labs in Mount Justice so he could fully document all of the alien traits he had. It also happened to be the first time Time gave him head.

He claimed it was for research afterward.

They both know it wasn't.

"I'm going to stuff you full of me," Kon grinds out on a particularly rough thrust, spearing Tim's prostate with deadly precision. "Everyone will know how badly you want my cock when I'm through with you, trust me."

Kon has no idea where the hell that came from or why he decided to say it. But he's not going to stop.

"I'm not going to pull out," he continues, pulling Tim's hips up higher so he can get a better angle. "You'll be stuffed with my cum. Do you want that? To be so full of me that it's dripping down your thighs even when I'm still in you?"

His dirty talk only makes Tim moan louder, his eyes rolling back into his skull.

It only makes Kon keep going.

"Rao, if only everyone had my sense of smell," he rambles, biting at Tim's shoulder. "That way everyone would know that you're mine. They'd smell my cum on you and know exactly what I did."

He feels Tim cum, hole clenching as he tenses underneath him. Breathless whines leave his already raw throat as Kon only ruts into him harder, chasing his own release.

Two thrusts later, he's spilling an ungodly amount of cum into Tim, pistoning in and out him by a few inches to fuck it deeper into his hole. He's determined to make it take. He promised, after all.

"You're already hard again," Kon says, reaching out to Tim's front to feel the mess he made of himself. "I think I can get two more out of you, don't you think?"

"More," Tim manages, voice completely shot. "More, more more-"

"I'll give you more," Kon promises, nuzzling his nose into the sweaty part of his neck where the skin meets his hairline. "But I want you to ride me first. Can you do that?"

Tim nods numbly, letting himself be picked up and turned to face Kon, shuddering when the new angle only shoves Kon deeper into him.

"You really do need to be reminded, don't you?"

Kon freezes.

He looks up at Tim, only to be met with the same look he gave him when he tried to touch him without permission.

"What?"

"You heard me," Tim retorts, grabbing Kon's face tightly to force him to make eye contact. "Did you really think I'd let you have your fun for free?"

His eyes widen, the dominant persona he put on dissolving completely underneath him. "I- I-"

"No, don't you try that now," Tim admonishes, shoving his face back down. "You were greedy."

Kon could cry.

Actually, he might.

"But-!"

"Do you know what greedy puppies get?" Tim interrupts, eyes narrowing into a glare.

Kon stays quiet, fearing that if he speaks, he'll be punished again. So instead, he shakes his head 'no'.

"You get what I give you," he says. "That means no touching until I say."

Kon nods, prying his hands from Tim's thighs. He grips the sheets, twisting the fabric around his fingers.

"Good boy."

The alien almost sobbed at the praise, but managed to barely hold himself back.

"Watch me," he instructs, reaching down to wrap his hand around his leaking dick.

And Kon does, staring intently as Tim jerks himself off on top of him. He has to really fight to not flip them over and fuck him silly again. But he does it.

His pace starts getting erratic quickly, breathing picking up as Tim works himself up to his second orgasm of the night. Afternoon? Kon isn't really sure, and he honestly doesn't really care.

He watches Tim's abs tense, hand stuttering as he spills his load over Kon's abs. Gods, he wants to lick it clean. Just to taste.

"Open," Tim demands, nudging Kon's jaw.

he obediently drops his mouth open, nearly choking when Tim shoves his cum covered fingers into it.

"Suck."

Kon does. He sucks them like he were giving head.

Tim's cum is pleasantly on his tongue, coating his throat in it as he swallows. Tim watches his throat work to push the thick liquid down, tongue swiping over his lips.

"Good," he praises, using his other hand to rub Kon's cheekbone. "You're being so good for me."

Kon tries to say something, but it gets lost around Tim's fingers, resulting in a garbled whine.

"Oh, I know," Tim croons, tone condescending. "I know how badly you want to fuck me into this bed. But I'm not gonna let you until you promise me that you'll be good."

Kon nods frantically, whimpering around Tim's fingers in a weak attempt to persuade him that he will be good. The goodest, even.

Tim finally removes his fingers from Kon's mouth when he decides that he's had enough, wiping the saliva on the sheets.

"I'm going to let you fuck me," Tim says, chuckling lightly at how fast Kon perks up. Like an actual dog. "But, you can't cum until I say you can, okay? Promise me."

"I promise," Kon pants, shaking now. "I promise I won't. Just- please let me fuck you."

"Put me on my back."

Kon flips them in an instant, caging Tim to the pillow with his big arms. Tim moans at the feeling of Kon's cock being jostled inside of him, clenching down on it involuntarily.

"Good boy," he mutters, letting himself adjust to the new angle.

"Thank you," Kon whispers, ducking down again to suck hickies into Tim's neck.

"Of course, baby." Tim lets him mouth at him for a minute, allowing the both of them to catch their breath.

"Can I put your- ah- legs on my- on my shoulders?" Kon asks, giving him the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

"Yeah," Tim breathes, inhaling sharply when Kon slides his legs up and over. The new angle only drives Kon deeper into Tim.

"Good?" Konner asks, watching his face.

"Uh huh. Start moving."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

Like before, he pulls out until just the head is inside before shoving himself violently back in, balls slapping against Tim's ass.

He has Tim in a mean mating press, entire body weight pressing him down into the mattress. Between them, Tim's neglected cock ruts against Kon's hard abs, the rough treatment of the angry head sending even bigger waves of pleasure up his spine.

"Harder!" Tim yells, clawing at Kon's strong shoulders hard enough to draw blood if he were human.

Kon not only picks up the pace, but he fucks into Tim so hard that he's sure that his insides will remember the shape of his cock drilling into him.

The cum that was already inside of Tim has now gotten foamy and is spilling out at the base, smearing it all over Tim's ass and Kon's thighs.

Kon forces himself to slow down when he feels himself about to cum, earning a displeased noise from the man below him.

"Please let me," Kon wheezes, forehead dropping to Tim's. "I need- I'm so close. Please."

"Give it to me," Tim pants, grabbing the back of Kon's head to smash their lips together.

Kon gives a high whine, squishing Tim further into the bed as he dumps yet another load into Tim's ass. He barely keeps from collapsing on top of him when he finally comes down to earth.

Somewhere in the middle, Tim went over the edge too. He lets Kon's head go in favor of letting his arm flop to the side, every muscle in his body exhausted.

"Good?" Kon prompts, carefully sliding Tim's legs off of his shoulders.

"Yeah."

"Good."

The two lay there for a few minutes, just soaking in the presence of each other and the smell of sex. Kon hears Tim's heart beat slow down, and his breathing changes into a slumbering rhythm.

He smiles, a rumbling purr vibrating out of his chest.

He'll have to pamper Tim when he wakes up. They have quite a lot to talk about.

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