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With heavy steps, Tim leaned on the wall as his body ached with the need for fulfilment. His body recoiled into itself, tormenting him to the bits as he let out a raspy breath.
He was seventeen. Too much for a minor who accidentally stumbled upon Poison Ivy's Sex Pollen, which was prohibitedly made only for adults, used when Pamela thought there was no other option but to scumb her enemy to their desires.
Tim's breath came out quite raspy, stopping right in front of his door and reaching for the doorknob.
He opened it with a bit of a struggle and looked inside.
This was not his room.
Not at all.
Bart was sleeping soundly on the bed, snoring like a pig. With a loud gulp and a bit of horror, Tim shut the door and hissed when his erection twitched.
It hurt.
It hurt too much like he was getting blue balls. He let out a gradual exhale and kept on walking. His legs carried him to the bathroom, his hands fidgeting with the locks before he locked himself up in one of the stalls.
With a shaky breath, his hands trailed to his waistband, his body trembling with the anticipation of reaching the pleasure it had been chasing for half an hour now.
The teen almost let out a moan the moment his hands lay on the base of his cock, gently rubbing the space and letting his palm feel the warmth.
But it wasn't enough.
His forehead leaned onto the stall door as his hand picked up the pace, his thumb caressing the tip of his urinal line that made him let out a muffled moan. With a swift move, he bit onto his shirt to hold it up and rocked his hips to his hand, closing his eyes and groaning.
But still, it wasn't enough. Even when his erection turned red with all the friction, it wasn't enough. Between groans of displeasure, he let out a small sob, closing his eyes and trying to shake off the pain.
But his hand and breathing stopped the moment he heard the bathroom door open.
"Uh, Rob?"
Conner?
Fuck.
Tim closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he wiped his tears, muffling out the sounds of pain from his voice. He parted his lips, daring to say a thing, only to choke on it.
"You alright there, Tim?" He asked, standing in front of Tim's stall and placing his hand on the door.
Tim could practically see the other's feet standing there, voice all soft and welcoming.
How good it would be to climb on Kon and let his body rock deeply as the Super's hips met with-
No. No, he wasn't thinking about that. Conner was his friend. And friends didn't just do... That. Plus, he could wait it out. Right? He could endure the pain. He always did that.
"Are you hurt? Can I help?" At Conner's voice, Tim's knees almost buckled.
His mind went all blank, and his vision got blurry as he opened the stall swiftly, grabbed Conner by the collar, pulled him in and wrapped his lips around Conner's lips. His movements were harsh and ruthless as he bit into those pink flushes that seemed to consume his brain. He wanted this. He needed this. If he went another second with this excruciating pain, he would lose his mind.
"Tim, what are you-" The boy under him squirmed as Tim held him even firmly to the stall wall, pushing him up and letting out small whimpers at any given moment of distance.
"Shut up and take me." Tim let out a low grunt as he pulled to look into Conner's eyes, seeing them wide with uncertainty.
"Are you sure? I never did...this before." Conner gulped, his eyes trailing down to the open skin just under Tim's abdomen, the throbbing erection that was touching his shirt by the tip.
Tim let out a laboured breath, his ears and cheeks painted with rose pink, close to a sharp red. He was sweating, and he needed it now. He had to take it.
"Please, Kon," he begged, his body moving closer to Conner's, tugging on the hem of his shirt.
With so little restraint left, Conner moved to remove his shirt and watched as Tim leaned into his neck and chest, his body pressing so close.
But Conner could see the tremble of Tim's body, the pain it hid.
Moving his hands, Conner landed them on either side of Tim's hips and pulled his legs up to wrap around his waist, making the other teen yelp and gasp as Tim hugged his arms around Conner's neck. In a swift move, Tim's back was pressed against the stall wall.
The Super let out a long sigh, and his hand kept the teen in place, even if Tim rocked his hips and let out soft, needy grunts.
"How do I do this?" Conner asked, his eyes taking in the sight of Tim's body all undone under him. He could feel his body reacting to the warmth, and it was also pooling under his belly.
Tim let out a grunt as he pushed himself up against the stall wall, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. "Just- touch me. Fucking hold it, do something, Kon," he whined, his body trembling.
Conner's eyes were filled with concern as he placed his hand on Tim's bare abdomen. "How will I know it wouldn't hurt you?"
"Fuck- Conner." Tim let out a pained grunt as he moved his trembling hand to hold Conner's hand, slowly guiding it to his throbbing cock that had been begging for attention more than Tim wanted to admit.
Tim's body coiled the moment he felt Conner's hand around it. It didn't feel like his own touch. It wasn't painful.
It was heavenly.
A divine feeling.
He arched his hips as he closed his eyes, panting as he guided his hand to move up and down, his head leaning against the wall.
When he opened his eyes, he was met with Conner watching him with wide eyes and something that was kind of an amazement, so curious. Feeling self-aware, Tim slowly released Conner's hand as the other picked up the pace, letting his hand rub the bare skin and treating it like a precious thing. His moves were too careful, too calculated. It made Tim go mad.
Just as he was about to complain and urge Conner to move differently, give him some variation, his body trembled when Conner's thumb traced his tip and massaged it, causing him to grunt and close his eyes.
'You liked that? " Conner hummed. He carefully secured Tim between the wall and his hips and pulled his other hand back, taking it from its job of holding Tim up and letting his hips do the work instead.
His hand then moved to grab Tim's base, his fingers threading through the balls that felt hard on his skin. "Tim... You are beautiful," he praised, his hand experimenting with the skin and rubbing circles on sensitive parts. "I don't understand how you can look good while in pain." Conner let out a soft mumble and took in every slight tremble of Tim's body, every small spasm and each sound.
"Fuck, Kon." Tim groaned, panting and hissing when Conner's fingers in his balls traced too close to his anal ring, exposed and vulnerable to the cold air that was brushing against it. He couldn't help but thrust into the hand, his hips doing the work while his mind is all but hazy.
Conner's eyes watch Tim's movement like a hawk, his fingers threading even closer towards the back, gazing into every reaction Tim gives to the additional movement. "Can I go deeper?" Conner asks, getting a whine from Tim when his hands stop in accordance.
"Just... Just get it done." He shuddered, his eyes all closed and body all limp, if not for the spasms and sudden archings.
"I need a clear affirmation, Rob," Conner mumbled, his hand also itching to move and explore further.
"Shit." Tim breathed, opening his eyes and staring at Conner's eyes, his voice almost pleading as much as his eyes are. "Please, Kon. You can do it. Just- fucking do it," he panted, holding Conner's arm and squeezing it.
Conner wished he could feel Tim's grip on his arm, but it was such a ghost touch on his toned muscles. Carefully moving, he let his hand travel deeper, and both of them shuddered when Conner's middle finger traced on Tim's anal ring.
"Fuck." Tim panted, his body feeling hot. "It will hurt if you-" He tried to say, but whined when Conner swiftly pulled his hand back.
"We'll stick with touching. I promise." He softly assured, his lips moving to kiss Tim's forehead, making the teen lean into the touch with a moan.
"Conner-" Tim mumbled, closing his eyes and holding Conner's arms to keep himself still on his hips. "I want this. Fuck- let me have this."
"Have what?" Conner asked, his hand still teasing Tim's throbbing cock, letting it still bask in the attention of his hand.
Tim wrapped his legs further around Conner's waist and pushed his ass to Conner's half-hard penis through the clothes. "Have you. I need to have you," he almost growled, his voice all raspy and needy.
"But you said it will hurt," Conner's voice was filled with concern. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Use your spit," Tim grumbled.
"What?"
"Spit on your fingers. Then do it. Shit, Conner, just touch me. Please," he whined, watching Conner hurriedly spitting on his fingers and lowering his hand to Tim's lower back. In compliance, Tim also parted his legs further and pushed his hips up.
A tremble corrupted his body the moment the cold spit made contact with his insides. His walls clenched around the finger, feeling like it was too much. Conner's finger was too much.
But he craved more. Noticing Conner wasn't moving at all, he pushed his hips against the hand and moved them up and down, chasing the friction and trying to get some pleasure out of it. "Add another," he guided. "Then curl them up a bit, and just move them."
Conner did as he was instructed and slowly added his ring finger into the spasming hole. It was overwhelming, and Tim's jeans were getting in the way.
He slowly let go and decided to ignore Tim's whining and the dry humping on his own pants.
Deliberately, he untangled Tim's legs from his waist and placed him down. He carefully secured that Tim would stand up, getting the support from the wall. The first thing he had done was to take his own shirt and pants off, abandoning them in a corner. Then, he crouched down and, with care, he took Tim's pants off, causing the teen to shiver as Tim leaned onto Conner's touch, his hand steadying himself by the Super's shoulder.
"Conner." He whined.
"Let me just remove these," Conner explained hurriedly, and upon removing them fully, he got up, hoisting Tim up comfortably back on his hips and letting his hands do the same process, loving Tim's reactions in almost an addictive state.
His fingers were massaging the rink in an instant, getting in and out, going deeper with each slide. His nails slightly scraped against the tight walls, making Tim shudder at each move.
“It’s not enough.” Tim let out a guttural sound that followed after, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Conner leaned in and brushed them away, stroking Tim’s cheek.
With slight hesitation, he asked, “What do you want me to do?”
Tim’s hips halted at the question, his eyes landing on Conner’s chest, then trailing down to stare at the exposed abdomen of the Super’s.
“Tim. That’s… We can’t do that.” Conner mumbled breathlessly, staring deep into Tim’s eyes.
With a breathy response, Tim replied, “Why the hell not?”
“Because this is all too fast-”
“I don’t care about fast,” Tim grumbled, his hand moving to grasp tightly on Conner’s shirt and pulling him closer. “I just want this pain to be over.”
“Pain?”
“I need this to be over, Kon. Please- Just, let's get this tone. We will talk later, I promise.” He grunted when his body spasmed, pushing his ass further onto Conner’s crotch. “It hurts when I’m not-” He groaned when his cock landed on Conner’s abdomen with ease. “When I’m-”
Conner stared at him with bewilderment before he placed his free hand on Tim’s cock, both of his hands working to rub Tim’s body from inside and outside. “Shh.” He shushed, moving to kiss Tim’s lips and capturing them in an affectionate daze, nipping onto the flesh and tasting blood on his tongue. Tim’s muffled moans filled the bathroom when Conner rubbed just the right spot, sending the teen under him on edge and causing him to expose his neck in delight, his eyes staring at the ceiling with a sound that is so much like a loud grunt.
Conner didn’t waste a second as he attacked the exposed neck, wanting to taste, feel the pulse of the human under him. With each moan and sound Tim made, the bulge in his pants grew larger, his mind becoming fuzzier with each second. He was getting lost in the pleasure of hearing Tim alone.
“Faster,” Tim groaned out, his breaths hitching. The Super picked up the pace and bit harshly on the skin he had been tasting, causing Tim to almost let out a scream and bury his face into Conner’s neck in shock, his body trembling and his hole spasming around Conner’s fingers.
Conner smirked into his skin, but then he stopped his fingers’ movement, taking them out to stare at the small amount of sticky liquid that seemed to latch onto his fingers. With a curious gaze, he held his fingers up to his nose and took a small sniff, his body shuddering with how good it smelled.
“You smell so good, Rob.” The Super praised, his mouth working to suck the liquid off of his fingers, closing his eyes. “And taste good, too.” He hummed in delight, closing his eyes.
Tim lifted his head as he stared at Conner with wide eyes, parting his lips and daring to say anything, before he closed them with a small pop and leaned his back on the wall, letting the panting be the only sound in the bathroom. “I’m still not done.” He shuffled, the ache in his chest returning gradually even after having a dry orgasm just by the fingering alone. Conner gave him a soft glance before his eyes trailed down to the bite mark he had left on Tim’s pale body, which was beautifully adorning the skin. His hand reached up to run his fingers through it, grinning at how Tim’s body tenses when his warm fingers trace along.
“Conner.” Tim voiced out to get Conner’s attention.
He hummed, then answered a small “Yeah?”.
“I am not done.” The teen shuffled, huffing his cheeks and hissing when his body trembled with another pained and needy ache. “Can you- Shit. Can you play with my cock?” He moaned, closing his eyes as his ears burned.
“Oh?” Conner hummed, almost purring as he looked down, staring at the throbbing cock in his hand, still rubbing a small portion of it. “Does it taste the same as your insides?” He asked bluntly, his eyes tracing every little part of Tim’s erection.
“What?” Tim asked, looking shocked for a moment before he shuffled. “I don’t know-” But his eyes widened the moment Conner closed the toilet seat, made him sit, almost lying there, and got down on his knees, both of his hands moving and rubbing wonders on Tim’s exposed flesh, the skin of his cock moving up and down with each movement. Tim was breathless as he watched Conner stare at his dick like it was a treat he was so desperate to take a bite out of.
He didn’t know if that terrified him or not.
He parted his lips, wanting to ask Conner what he was planning, before his eyes widened even further and his body tensed with shock when Conner opened his mouth, rising a bit and taking a small lick of the tip of his cock, testing the flavour. Tim yelped, his hands moved to hold Conner’s head, wanting to prevent him from doing anything stupid.
But the pollen in his lungs thrusted against the Super’s lips in desperation, an open invitation. Conner’s hot breath was hitting his very needy cock, and his body let out a loud moan when Conner took his cock into his mouth as a whole, his tip touching the back of his throat. Tim raised his hand and bit onto it, muffling his groans.
It felt too good. Too hot. He was so close to coming undone, yet so far at the same time. He grunted as Conner’s head gently bobbed up and down, each stroke leaving him breathless and needier than he ever felt. His mind was nothing but a blur again, becoming nothing but a single ragdoll that arched to have more friction, his hips moving the same time as Conner’s mouth to meet his strokes.
Tim felt a friction down his balls, something reaching towards the anal entrance that had been sore from having come hard just a moment ago. His body coiled, and saliva flowed down his lips, his throat letting sounds of pleasure. Conner was stimulating him from both sides, his hand fingering him deeply and taking him so good into his mouth. Tim couldn’t even let a word out, just grumbling and grunting, which made Conner’s movements faster.
“I’m close.” He warned through laboured breath, and his hips pushed even animalistically towards Conner’s lips. If the other wasn’t a super, he would be choking, but Tim found himself unable to care for a moment. After nearly an hour, he finally reached the pleasure he had been chasing.
Yet, he wanted more.
And the thought of wanting more sent him over the edge, and his toes curled up, his walls clenching around Conner’s fingers and letting his seed swarm into Conner’s mouth in floods, his eyes rolling back and letting a loud guttural moan. A part of his seed trailed down to his length, falling to his balls.
Conner took every last drop, his lips still hungrily sucking even after Tim had been drained out, his tongue licking the remnants, cleaning the other out. “Fuck, Rob.” He mumbled, pulling back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then licking the small drops that were on the said hand. “I want to do this all night.” Conner purred, climbing on top of Tim on the toilet seat, trapping him there further than he already is. “I want to hear you moan. I want to taste you more.” He growled, taking Tim by surprise.
Wasn’t this Conner’s first time? He blinked up and spoke through panted breaths. “We need to get a room.” He mumbled, only for Conner to suddenly pull his own pants and reveal his own reproductive organ.
Tim gazed at it as he inspected. It wasn’t exactly a cock. It almost had a black tip, the colour fading and returning to Conner’s original skin tone at the base. The shape was… odd.
Without a moment to actually investigate, Conner grabbed him by the hips and pushed him to the stall wall again, his ass hovering over the very big and very terrifying cock that was supposedly going to enter him as a whole. Conner, with a low sound, positioned his dick to Tim’s anal ring, slowly lowering Tim down to the erection.
Tim’s body tensed as he sensed the… thing pressing onto his ass, and even if it was only the tip, he already felt full. It was so dry. Nothing that would ease the transaction. Just as it entered, something warm filled his insides, making him tense up in confusion. Did Conner cum? But it didn’t feel like he’d come down from any high. Conner’s eyes were on him, hungry and lustful. The liquid smeared around his insides.
And it somehow satisfied the ache in his body. Responding to Conner’s movements as a whole, as his hips pushed down slightly without his permission, impaling himself onto the cock while he was desperately trying not to clench around the big organ that was slowly filling him to his limit.
“Kon-” He moaned, his hands clawing onto Conner’s shirt as he groaned, his body scratching to get a hold of his sanity.
“Shh… Take it. You take me so good.” The Super moaned, his hips rocking into Tim’s rectum and making the walls around so sensitive to each movement. Hitting his prostate without even going all the way in.
Tim moaned again and his mouth bit on Conner’s shoulder, causing the Super to let out a guttural growl again and move faster.
“Conner!” Tim almost screamed, the bite muffling his voice. This wasn’t Conner. No. Nothing of this was gentle as pleasure tears run from his face, his body moving to accommodate Conner’s thrusts, meeting them halfway and groaning with each movement.
Tim shuddered and bit harder on Conner’s shoulder when his prostate was getting teased non-stop, not letting him catch a breath as Conner kept on moving. He felt Conner’s hands squeeze his hips harder, moving him up and with a quick push, the whole erection was in Tim.
“Ah!” Tim was swearing to the air, his body spasming and squeezing Conner’s cock, milking it and trying to get a single drop, but there was nothing in him. Nothing. Not a wetness. Conner hadn’t cummed in him yet. But he desperately wanted it. He needed it.
“Kon-El.” He said with a shaky breath. “I want your cum in me.” He groaned, his hips chasing to get Conner to just release into him. “Please.” He begged, too. His mind is too fuzzy to think about what he is doing.
When Conner didn’t move an inch, Tim moved back a bit but stopped upon hearing the bathroom door open.
“So, you don’t like meat?” Bart’s voice.
“Not really? I mean, being vegan doesn’t mean that. You would think that because I am both a herbivore and a carnivore and an omnivore with nothing in between, it would be easy. But not really.” Beast Boy.
They keep on talking there, and Tim felt the tension falling on his shoulders. As if sensing that stress, Conner’s nose landed on Tim’s chin as the Super gently rocked his hips to Tim’s prostate, causing the spasms to overwhelm Tim’s senses.
You are not helping,” Tim mouthed. But on the contrary, it did help him. It satisfied the aching need of sex caused by the pollen in his stomach, and it also flooded his brain with such pleasure that he even considered moaning loudly, despite his teammates being in the same bathroom. He closed his eyes and relished the feeling of Conner’s movements inside him, his breath getting raspy by the second.
The moment Bart and Garfield left the bathroom, Tim let out a loud moan that he had been holding for a while. “I’ll take care of you.” The Super growled, but Tim’s voice only got choked as Conner grabbed his leg, lifted it to his shoulder and started to pound into him faster, full length. He felt so stuffed, so good as he grasped the paper towel holder like a lifeline, his body shaking and struggling to stay still under Conner’s relentless thrusts. Tears ran down from his face in a flood and got mixed with his saliva.
“You squeeze me so good.” Conner groans. With more thrusts and harder thrusts, Conner changes positions, again, making Tim lean on the toilet seat as he pounds him from the back, his hand moving to stimulate Tim’s hard dick. “Fuck, Rob. I’m going to fill you. I am going to breed you so good.” Tim is limp beneath him, complying with every move and feeling his throat getting sore from all the moans and screaming.
But he could feel Conner twitching inside him. Without a second passing, Conner stopped his movements and buried himself deeply into Tim’s ass. His orgasm came with ease, making Tim’s eyes roll back and his body spasm around the alien cock. Tim’s body was satisfied, having gotten what it needed, the warmth flooding his gut.
Conner let out a low moan, pressing his chest onto Tim’s back. He breathed into Tim’s neck, holding him in place. His needs were fully fulfilled by the breeding. With ease, he nibbled gently at Tim’s flesh. His cock bottomed out fully inside Tim’s anal muscles, gradually softening against the tightness as the moments passed.
They stay there for a few minutes, catching their breath and relishing the feeling of having each other close. Closer than both have ever dared to. Tim grunts as he feels Conner move inside him again, but more like settling into the place, nestling deep inside him. With the weird sensation, Tim tries to move, but it’s almost like he is stuck. “Ngh?” He grumbles weakly, his head moving to look at Conner, who is cuddling him. “Conner?” He mumbled.
“I'm here.” Conner hums, his hands moving to cover Tim’s lips and kissing his ear, nibbling his earlobe.
“Ah, Kon- stop it.” He mumbled, the sex pollen is already losing its effects on his body. With a hiss, he moved his hand up and tried to hold Conner's cheek, only to settle with his hair upon failing. His fingers thread through the silly hair. "Why can't I move?" he shuffled, moaning when something inside him, a bit away from where Conner had nested his cock, nudged against his prostate. "What was that?" he asked with a breathy tone, looking down and inspecting his belly area. His gulp is almost audible when his eyes land on the bulge on his abdomen, Conner's cock, resting warmly in his insides.
"Hm?" Conner's eyes are half lidded as he moves a bit, settling further into Tim's back and closing his eyes. "I dunno." he shrugged, his arms moving around to gently hug Tim's waist, keeping him close. "Weird alien stuff." The boy mumbled, rubbing his face against the exposed back of Tim's.
"Yeah... sure." Tim's stare lingered further on the bulge before he raised his head and tried to move again. His rational sense was slowly creeping back to his mind. "Conner, we gotta get up." He grumbled; his voice was raspy from all the moaning and grunting, and all he wanted to do was wash up, sleep on whatever he and Conner did, and spiral over it tomorrow.
Conner let out a low rumble and moved a bit so that his whole torso was covering Tim's back.
The warmth of it all was kinda nice. It sucked him in and made him feel less exposed in a public bathroom that was very much not a place he wanted to spend his first sex with Conner!
He let out a disappointed sigh and closed his eyes, his body still having tremors after having three orgasms. This was Conner's first time, but he acted like he knew all the right spots to dominate Tim, undoing his knots, while also being very caring and close, like right now. He could feel the other's warm breath hitting his neck. It sent shivers down his spine, and his insides clenched around Conner's cock, making both of them freeze.
Conner slowly raised his body and pulled out his cock, the seed pooling on the floor beneath them. Tim can’t even look down, even if he wants to. His back is all turned to whatever is happening behind him.
With a disapproving hum, Conner moved his hands and collected the overflowing cum, pushing it back to Tim's stretched hole.
"Fuck." Tim breathed out as his body shook. Could he handle another round? He wanted another round. But he also wanted to get a bath.
He cursed under his breath before he flipped and sat on the toilet stool, his legs opening up and presenting the newly used hole to Conner's sight, almost making the alien's mouth water. "We can go for another round," Tim said quietly, closing his eyes and feeling exposed under Conner's stare.
Conner's hand landed on his thigh, and Tim waited with excitement as Conner handled his ass cheeks, spreading them apart.
But he came undone the moment something wet pressed against his hole, making his eyes open wide in startlement. Conner was there, his head between Tim's thighs, holding them open to their limit as his tongue lapped into the cum dripping treat. Conner's tongue was twirling and teasing his ring, making Tim gasp at how gracious it felt. He closed his eyes and panted, his body not having enough energy to moan, but it was a sweet sensation. Nothing pressed against his prostate. It was just the wet and warm tongue of Conner massaging the sore ring that had been stretched to its limit. His body did tremble and shake when Conner's tongue travelled up close to his balls, but the overall action was selfless, welcoming and soft.
He looked so hot under there, between his legs.
Though, his calmness was short lived as Conner pushed his tongue deeper into his hole, wetting inside him more than it already is and massaging around his muscles, causing him arch his back to the friction and rut against Conner's face, his hands moving to cover up his face as he let out low and needy moans, his dick already getting hard by the friction alone.
Conner let out a hum as he went in deeper, his tongue tracing the bumpy walls inside without a care for Tim's dishevelled state. "I love the taste of you." His voice was muffled against Tim's ass cheeks, sending vibrations through his hole. Conner's hands hoisted the hips up to get a better angle.
Tim groaned and huffed, his body sweating. "Keep talking." He grumbled, closing his eyes.
"I love the sounds you make." All of his voice was muffled, and each vowel sent the vibrations to Tim's prostate, giving him unspeakable pleasure. "I love how your body reacts. You are mine. Mine to take, mine to love." He hummed, pulling a bit to lick their mixed semen off of his lips, then diving back in. "I love your voice." He grunted as Tim clenched around his tongue. "I love your brains. How pretty you are." his thumb caressed one of Tim's ass cheeks. "I want to kiss that mouth of yours every time I see you focused on your work." He moved up a bit, kissing Tim's balls and his hands tracing the hard cock. "I envy the papers for getting your attention." He hummed, his eyes never leaving Tim's attention-seeking cock, giving it an affectionate stroke, almost enough to send Tim over the edge. "While all I want is to bathe you in affection." He shuffled against and took Tim's dick in one go again, his throat humming onto the throbbing erection, and it was enough to make Tim nut in Conner's mouth again, letting out a weak moan and slumping onto the toilet seat, breathing raspily and closing his eyes.
Conner released the soft and limp cock with a loud pop, pressing his face into it and breathing in the musky scent, a low guttural moan escaping him. "I love you." He blurted out in a moment of vulnerability, already closing his eyes and just waiting for Tim to respond back.
Tim stared at Conner nestling against his cock, and something in him was just... So turned on by it. It would be impossible for him to get a new erection, but this was a sight he could masturbate to all his life without getting bored.
He reached out and brushed Conner's hand before he leaned down with a pained grunt, then sat on the toilet seat instead of all spread out like before. Conner was sitting on the ground, now his head on Tim's thigh instead of directly on his cock, but the tip was still resting just by his chin.
"Kon?" He asked. His hand moved to gently hold Conner's chin and guide his head up, making him look up to his eyes.
He pushed his lips together, trying to find the words to prove that yes, he also loved Conner back. He loved him so much that it had pushed him to be hopelessly romantic. Hence why he had grabbed Conner and pulled him into the stall. Because even if Conner didn't like this, Tim could at least have a fragment of their sweet dance. And he could easily blame the Sex Pollen if their friendship were ever to become weird because of it. As Conner lifted his blue eyes to look at Tim, his heart almost leapt out of his chest. Conner looked so... So soft and lovely. He had this warm feeling emanating from him that wrapped Tim in a safe embrace.
He gulped and parted his lips. But the words were dying on his mouth. "I-" he halted, his body tensing the moment he noticed Conner looking sceptical and confused.
Tim quickly tried to explain myself, but he couldn't let any words out.
Three forbidden words were what he needed to say. And they didn't have any sexual or platonic feelings for it. It was just Tim. Tim and his hopelessly romantic mind, thinking that Conner is going to leave him regardless of his acknowledgement.
So, he did what he knew best. Tim held Conner's nape and pulled him in, clashing their lips together.
It wasn't needy or hot like the kisses they had had in the heat of the moment. This was deliberate in how both sides started with a low pace. They enjoyed the feeling and savoured it as a whole by turning it into an affectionate embrace of their lips. It was soft... Tender.
When they broke off, Tim pressed his forehead against Conner's forehead and breathed deeply, closing his eyes and getting all of his courage up.
"I-I can't say that here."
Conner looked startled. "Why not?"
"We are in a bathroom stall, Conner. I thought it would be more romantic."
"Romantic? You just took my virginity here. This is now a special place for me." Conner grinned, giving a teasing look towards Tim's side.
"You are an idiot." Tim chuckled, shaking his head and holding Conner's arm as he squeezed it. "Guess we might as well have the firsts here..." he mumbled and sighed.
"Conner, I-" he looked away and then closed his eyes, deciding it was better not to overwhelm his senses further by forcing himself to look at the other male.
"From the moment we met, I didn't like you at first," he said just above a whisper. Their bodies were still naked, but none of them seemed to mind that.
"Out of everyone, you were the one I wanted to crack the most. I had to know your motivations, knew where you had come from." he squeezed Conner's arm again as he continued. "I watched you from afar, took in your history, talked with you, to get to know you. Just so I could crack that so hidden person beneath the SB act.
But I miscalculated that you, Conner, were always an open case. You let me into your life with ease, helped my mood when I felt sour and helped me get through so many things I have gone through in my life." Tim opened his eyes, noticing the way Conner stared at him with stars in his eyes.
"For that, I am forever grateful, and I am glad I have met a person I could love so much in my life. Thank you for being in my life, Kon-El.
I love you."
Silence corrupted between them. And in a flash, Conner’s arms were around Tim, pulling him flush to his lap and craddling the teen into his body. Tim gasped at their naked bodies suddenly clashing with each other again, but before his genitals could react, his brain did. His own arms wrapped around Conner’s waist, and he nestled himself in the other’s neck. A content sigh left his lips, his shoulders slumped with the comfort.
Conner hummed and kissed his neck. “I waited too long to hear that.” His tone was amused, and Tim could feel the smirky curve on his mouth on his skin.
“Me too.” A rumbling sound escaped his throat, almost like a human equivalent of a purr.
They hugged there in silence, just letting their bodies share the heat that emanated from both of them. None of them counted the minutes before Tim eventually pulled back a little. “We should get dressed.” He mumbled, his hand moving to brush his sweaty hair. His lower back was all sticky, and it started to make his moves uncomfortable, no matter how much it turned him on as well. He struggled a bit against Conner’s hold, but then shot a look towards him. “Conner. I’ve gotta get up.”
“No.” The Super muttered out and held Tim closer to his chest.
Tim blinked with confusion and tilted his head a bit. His hand moved to hold Conner’s arm. “Why not?”
The other contemplated whether to answer or not, pressing his cheek onto Tim’s chest and just sighing, his arms not planning on letting go soon. “I don’t know. I just can’t.”
“Can’t, or won’t?” Tim asked, tangling his hand in Conner’s hair.
Conner nuzzled his face onto Tim’s chest and closed his eyes. “Can’t.”
“Uh-okay,” Tim answered with an acknowledging hum and let their breaths be the only sound for a while, his hand moving to unlock the locks in Conner’s hair. But the sun was eventually setting, and the bathroom was getting cold. Or was it because his adrenaline was finally dying? A shiver passed through his whole body from head to toes, and he found himself clinging back to their warm embrace.
The shiver must have pulled Conner from whatever trace he was in, because in a matter of seconds, he was already moving and grabbing Tim’s clothes to offer them up.
“Yeah… You are right. We should get up.” They slowly untangled, and Tim hissed at how sore he felt. As he got up, his eyes traced Conner’s body over all, his eyes lingering on his own bite mark on the half-kryptonian’s shoulder. Conner had invulnerable skin, so…how did the bite mark stay? He must have been looking so intently that he didn’t hear Conner calling him twice.
“Tim!” Conner almost yelled, his hands grabbing Tim’s shoulders, his face laced with concern. Tim shook his head, and his eyes turned their attention back to his… what? Boyfriend.
“I am fine, I am fine.” He assured. “I am just curious.”
“About what?” Conner asked, standing there with all of his grace.
Tim’s gaze travelled on Conner’s body for a while, to his neck, to his chest, to his abdomen, to the alien cock that looked half hard. It twitched when Tim stared at it a bit too long. “Tim?” Conner asked, his voice sounding a bit aroused.
Tim bit his lip and glanced at Conner’s eyes for a second before he looked away. “We should go back to our rooms.” He distracted himself by then counting the scratches in the bathroom stall.
“Uh— yeah. Rooms.” Conner nodded awkwardly and quickly pulled his boxers up, draping his shirt over himself and zipping his pants. Tim also adorned himself with his underwear and sweatpants. There was a cum stain on his shirt, having dropped on it possibly when Conner came inside him. He sighed and wore it anyway. He just wanted to get cleaned up as soon as possible and perhaps experiment a bit on…certain things. His eyes glanced at Conner’s dishevelled state for a moment, and he gulped, standing up fully.
After everything, Conner got out of the stall first and held the door open for Tim, his head turned to stare at the bathroom door. He could hear the team talking in the lounge. Tim got out of the stall and stretched a bit, his muscles all sore.
“I feel like a truck passed me by.” Tim groaned, his hand on his back.
Conner sent him a knowing smirk, and just as they started to walk, his hand did a light tap on Tim’s butt.
Tim shot him a glance. “Kon.”
“Sorry! Sorry!” Conner raised his hands in a mock surrender and smiled. Seeing him smile made Tim smile too.
Both of them, rather sneakily, went towards the bedroom halls, the fluorescent lamps shining on their face. Being used to the bathroom’s dim lights it brought such discomfort.
Tim stopped in front of his room, his hand on the identifying tablet to open up the door. Two doors next to him were Conner’s room, who was just standing in front of it, his eyes never leaving Tim.
His eyes were staring at him with such a kicked puppy look, it made Tim hesitate, and almost flinch when his room door opened. He placed his feet on the door’s way so that the sensors wouldn’t allow it to close again.
Conner’s hands were squeezed into fists before he parted his lips. “You don’t really want to be alone, too. Right, Rob?” He asked with such indecision. Almost as if asking for reassurance that, yes, Tim also wanted to be with him.
With a soft chuckle, Tim gave a teasing glance at Conner and got into his room, waiting for the other to follow him inside.
But Conner didn’t.
With a tired sigh, Tim stuck his head out. “Kon, come on.” He called back and watched Conner quickly walk towards his room. “Coming!” He heard Conner say with such excitement.
Such a dork.
But a lovely dork.
Tim closed the door after Conner got in, then moved towards his wardrobe to get some clothes. “You didn’t think of bringing your clothes, right?” Tim asked, grabbing a hoodie and some shorts.
“Nope.” Conner hummed, sitting on the bed and watching the way Tim’s ass wiggled as the teen picked up the clothes.
Tim glanced at Conner's way before he stood up. “I can feel you staring.”
“But can you blame me?” Conner smirked, eyebrows shooting up. “You are just so beautiful.” Tim could feel his cheeks getting warmer.
“You weren’t this brave before we hit it off.” Tim shuffled and moved to grab some underwear.
Conner looked at his nails for a moment, and his voice was very smug and confident as he talked. “I can’t really help myself.”
“You are a dumbhead.”
“But now YOUR dumbhead.” Conner’s smirk never faltered, and there was nothing Tim wanted more than to wipe it off his smug face. “Though…” Conner said, causing Tim to raise an eyebrow. “Are you gonna explain why you were in pain back there? Any why you aren’t right now?”
Tim halted, and the gears in his head turned before he turned to Conner. Right… The Sex Pollen.
“I was on a mission in Gotham.” He hummed, placing the underwear on the pile of clothes that formed in his left arm. “You know Poison Ivy? She has some pollens. Some are poisonous, some make you extra clingy, and some… make you crave intimacy.” He said the last part a bit quieter. “She normally doesn’t use them on people under eighteen, but an accident happened, and I got hit with it.” Tim shrugged. “Came to the tower with the effects. Tried to rub it off in the restroom, saw you, and well… you know what happened after.”
When he stopped explaining, he examined Conner’s features, trying to seize up his reaction.
“So,” Conner started. “You actually didn’t want to?”
Someone kill Tim. Or, maybe, slap Conner.
He answered without even thinking. “No! I mean, I wanted it. God, Conner. We admitted we’d liked each other for so long, and you think I’d do that with you only because of some… some pollen.” He moved closer, taking Conner’s cheeks into his palms. “I would hurt myself before I dare lie with someone else to get out of that situation. And, you know what?” He said, his hand pushing Conner down to the bed and climbed on him. “I enjoyed this. Enjoyed us. And if you were to accept, I would do it all over again.”
Conner’s hands landed on Tim’s hips as he stared at the male on top of him, his eyes tracing every curve and the extreme feeling of arousal that rose up between them.
“So,” Tim grinned. “What do you say?”
The Super under him gulped as he parted his lips and pulled Tim’s hips closer to his own. “Can we switch?” Conner asked, his mouth watering. Tim could feel his hardness on his stomach.
“You want me?” Tim purred, his hand brushing Conner’s hair slick back.
Conner gulped down the saliva that pooled in his mouth and nodded with slight hesitation.
Tim grinned, and his hands moved to take off his own shirt, then Conner’s. Watching the other male raise his torso to help Tim along. “Good boy.”
A moan escaped Conner’s lips at the praise. Tim wasn’t the one to get so turned on by compliments, but for Conner, they worked like a charm. He clashed their lips into a heated embrace, and his hand moved to slowly take off Conner’s jeans, throwing them to a side, his hungry gaze never leaving Conner’s face, which was getting sweaty just by the friction alone.
He pushed his lips, giving an experimental dry rub through his pants to Conner’s bare ass. Enjoying the way Conner rumbled in delight. “You are so reactive.” Tim hummed, his hand tracing along Conner’s ass and taking Conner’s alien dick into his hand, rubbing the base and trailing around it. He didn’t know how kryptonian dicks worked, but it looked bumpy with the veins around it. It was such a good texture beneath his fingers. “What a sight.” Tim purred again, and his fingers moved to trace the tip. It was smoother than the whole dick itself, but it had an extra bump that could be mistaken for something like a nipple. It spasmed with each moan and clenched like an anal sphincter. Tim watched with amusement as he leaned down, capturing the nipple like texture between his lips, tracing his teeth over it. The nipple wiggled, and Tim pulled back, watching a small, purple dot forming on the tip. Curiously, he traced his hand over it and watched the purple goo stick to his fingers. When he tried to move his hand back, the purple goo didn’t let him go, and with the friction of pulling it, Conner let out a mewl, and some pre-cum came out in the sides of the purple liquid.
“You are fascinating.” He rolled the goo with his finger, and Conner looked down, his cheeks and ears all flushed as he pushed his lips into a thin line.
“Are you toying with it?” Conner asked through a pleasure hiss.
Tim hummed and moved to lick the side of the purple goo. It didn’t stick to his tongue, but did react to the wet friction. It pulsed further into his hand, and Conner’s dick twitched. “Was this what made us stuck back in the bathroom?” He asked, watching the goo slowly release from his hand.
“Uh, I guess,” Conner mumbled and watched Tim inspect his cock like it was some kind of artwork. “Rob, you are making me self-aware.” He bit his lip. “Is it that weird?”
“No. Of course not. Just unusual.” Tim reached out and trailed Conner’s dick with his fingers, moving lower and stopping when he didn’t find what he expected to find. “You don’t have balls.” Tim looked down, his hand touching something much more fleshy, more tender. Conner had an extra slit, so much like a female, but it had a smaller clit. Tim traced his hand on it. It was covered by prepuce, hidden normally, but was extracted the moment Tim’s hand came into contact. Conner grunted at the extra stimuli and pushed into the hand.
“That feels good,” Conner mumbled, closing his eyes.
Tim nodded subtly and kept on inspecting the clit, his eyes landing on the pulsing anal hole just after it. “Should we try front or back?”
“Front,” Conner said without much more thought. “I want both.”
Tim blinked up at him before he moved to stick one finger into Conner’s vagina, his finger experimenting with the walls and feeling how it was inside.
It was sticky. Stickier than anything Tim has touched. The flesh pulsed like a heartbeat around his fingers.
“I wonder if you can get pregnant? Should I use protection?”
Conner stopped at the question, and his vagina tightened around Tim’s finger. “I don’t know if I could. Maybe you should-”
Tim nodded. He then tried to pull his hand, but Conner wasn’t letting him. “Kon. You are kinda sticking to me.” He mumbled, watching the slit suck his finger whole.
“Can’t you get it without leaving?” Conner asked, and his hips pushed deeper into the hand.
Tim thought of possible solutions before he clicked into his head. “We could go with the back for now, if you want? Then we can move to the front.”
Conner raised his eyebrow and grinned. “Sure. I just want you.” He opened his legs further and complied as he raised his hips. Tim smirked back, and his other hand moved to prepare Conner’s ass, only for Conner to stop him.
“Can you do that without…fingering? Just you?” His voice was vulnerable as he asked. Tim gave a soft nod and got up a bit, positioning his already hard dick into the pulsing hole. He first slowly pushed, but Conner had other plans. The kyrptonian waited until the tip was in, then pully impaled Tim inside himself, letting out a loud moan.
“Kon!” Tim moaned at the same time because of the sudden tightness that enveloped him. Conner’s anal canal was slippery. Opposite of his sticky vagina. He got used to the tightness as his hips started to move, rocking Conner’s body with ease.
“So wet.” Tim hummed, closing his eyes and grunting at the liquids inside Conner’s anus, which made squelching sounds with each thrust. Tim pushed his whole dick into the hole and hit something that sent Conner almost over the edge. The alien pushed further into Tim’s dick and moaned, his back arching.
Tim gave it an experimental thrust and watched as his lip was in a bloody grip. Just as he was about to thrust again, something wrapped around the base of his cock, travelling to his balls. He took a glance down, his eyes widening upon seeing the same purple goo coming out of Conner’s vagina, travelling around his base and running along his balls. He moaned into the friction and his hips thrusted into the strange feeling. It was so weird. The sticky thing pulsed around his balls and pushed him deeper into Conner’s prostate, causing him to give animalistic thrusts, shaking the bed.
“Tim, fuck.” Conner moaned. “I’m close. Shit, I’m-”
“Me too.” Tim hissed back, both of them coming at the same time as Tim washed Conner’s slippery liquid with his own, the purple goo still latched onto his balls. Conner’s cum shot out and landed on Conner’s stomach. It was… blue.
“You have blue cum?” Tim mumbled with bewilderment, his voice shaky and breathy as he leaned down, grunting when the purple goo pulsed around his balls.
He picked up a bit of the blue cum on his fingers and inspected it before tasting it. His eyes widened at how sweet it was. Almost like peaches. No… sweeter than that. Much like mangoes, but something more alien.
Tim leaned further down and licked Conner’s abdomen, kitten-licking the skin clean. Conner watched him with a new wave of arousal, his purple goo sending another squeeze through Tim’s dick. Conner’s ass wasn’t clenching around his dick, but the purple goo seemed to do the work instead. Tim savoured every bit of the blue cum before switching to kisses, travelling up Conner’s abs, to his nipples, and to his neck.
He breathed in the sweaty scent and looked up. Conner was staring at him in a hazy state, as if he wasn’t really there. Was he?
Tim waved a hand in front of Conner’s face. “Earth to Conner. Are you there?” he asked, but Conner didn’t react, though the purple goo still locked them together. “Conner?” he asked again, his voice growing concerned. “Kon-El!”
That seemed to snap Kon out of his gaze as he stared at Tim’s eyes now. “Hi.” He mumbled, his voice raspy and acting as if he had gotten drunk.
“Hi?” Tim answered back with some sort of amusement, his hand moving to push the sweat-stuck curly hairs from Conner’s forehead. “You alright?” He softly asked, watching how blissful and compliant Conner looked.
Conner closed his eyes and let out a relaxed sigh. “Yeah. I feel like I just had the best moment of my life.” He hummed.
“Is this a part of your alien biology?”
“Might be? Maybe I should ask Clark. It might just be you, too.” He shuffled and groaned when his purple goo pulsed around Tim’s dick again. “What was that?”
“You don’t know what it is?” Tim blinked with confusion as he pointed down. “There is a purple liquid in your vagina and dick. Super sticky.” He hummed.
“In my vagina too? I thought it was only in my dick.” He breathed, his chest still heaving from the after-effects. Tim chuckled and kissed Conner’s forehead, loving how his boyfriend leaned into the touch.
“I have so many questions, but I think you don’t know the answers either.”
“Yeah… probably.” Conner hummed and closed his eyes. “I really want to stay with you forever, like this.”
“I’ll stay as much as you need.” Tim smiled, which made butterflies fly in Conner’s stomach, or maybe it was Tim’s cum, he didn’t know. Both made him feel the same at this point.
Tim snuggled up to Conner’s neck as they stayed like that. The cooling down seemed to be prominent in terms of alien sex. It made Tim curious about how sex was supposed to work with them. In lines, they had both. Would that mean they were like snails? Plus the purple goo.
They both lay there all quiet. Minutes later, the purple goo finally retracted back to Conner’s vagina and was out of sight. “Well, looks like I am free.” Tim hummed, slowly getting up, and his gaze dropped on Conner.
Oh.
Oh.
He was sleeping.
Tim smiled softly and leaned down, tenderly kissing Conner’s forehead and climbing down off the bed. His ass was still sticky, and his body was covered in sweat, some blue cum, some of his own and pretty much bite marks. He grabbed the new clothes he had taken out earlier.
Then, he moved to the bathroom and didn’t bother to lock the door after him. Tim placed the clothes in the washing machine and made his way to the traditional shower, turning the hot water to its limit and turning the cold water just so his hot water won’t be boiling.
A sigh escaped his lips as the hot water soothed his muscles.
Once his shower was over, he wrapped a silk robe around his body and grabbed a towel. He dried his wet, dripping hair.
Tim halted when someone opened the door, Conner’s head peeking inside. “Where did you go?” He asked, his face all puffed up and his voice almost like a whine.
“To get…showered?” Tim blinked in confusion, and Conner opened the door further, his body leaning onto the door and looking like he was struggling to even stand. “Did I fuck you that hard?” He asked, moving to gently hoist Conner’s hips to his body and letting the messy teen rest on him.
“Yeah… and no,” Conner mumbled. “As I said, I just don’t want to be alone. Without you.” He sighed and snuggled into Tim’s neck, breathing the shampoo scent. But it felt too foreign from the sweaty scent of Tim from before. It caused him to give a slightly disapproving growl, rubbing his nose into the skin as if it would wipe it off.
Tim nodded and kissed his hair. “Is it kinda like an alien thing? Like mating instincts and all that?” His hand rubbed soothing circles on Conner’s waist.
“Might be. I am not sure.” He shrugged and nuzzled deeper, nibbling on the skin. “I’ll take a bath.”
Tim scoffed. “In this state?” He slowly released his hold over Conner and nudged him to the shower. “Sit down, I’ll take care of you.”
“I can bathe on my own.” Conner hissed but still complied, sitting on the white floor of the shower and watching Tim grab the shampoo. Conner almost recoiled back as he hissed. “Keep that away from me.” He growled.
“It’s just shampoo, Kon.” Tim rolled his eyes. “What am I gonna use then?”
“Use the white soap. I don’t want that.” He hissed. “It smells weird.” Conner was almost acting like a cornered animal as he eyed the bottle.
Tim slowly placed it back and grabbed the white soap instead. “Okay. Whatever you say.” He shrugged and moved to the water valve. “Do you want cold or hot?” He hummed.
“Between. But closer to cold.” Conner said, and Tim gave an acknowledging nod. With the semi-cold water hitting Conner’s body, the alien shuddered, and his shoulders slumped into the water.
“You look like a wet cat.” Tim snickered as he foamed the soap in his hands, then moved to spread it around Conner’s hair, running his hands along the locks.
“Yeah, yeah. Keep talking.” Conner sarcastically retreated and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of getting cleaned by his favourite person in the whole universe. Once it was over, Tim ran his hands through Conner’s body and rubbed with the washcloth. Conner was compliant the whole time, letting Tim do the whole process as the fog in his head got denser.
He didn’t know when both of them got dressed up, lay in Tim’s bed, and snuggled up to each other. His eyes were nothing but half-lidded, staring absent-mindedly at the room as he was settled in Tim’s neck. He felt like he was floating on top of a cloud. Tim’s hand combed through his drying hair, his free arm wrapping him up in a safe embrace.
“I feel like I am so numb,” Conner mumbled, closing his eyes and taking the scent of his boyfriend.
Tim nodded and nuzzled his nose into his hair. “Yeah… You are not usually this quiet.”
The Super grumbled and leaned onto Tim’s nuzzling, “Do you think that’s bad?”
“No. Not at all.” With the reassurance that came from Tim, Conner smiled and slumped further into the embrace. “I think it’s got to do something with the back sex, though. I have a theory.” That perked Conner’s attention.
“What kind of a theory?”
“Well, you have both sets of reproductive organs.” Tim hugged Conner closer under the thick blanket. “If you do, so do other kyrptonians. Since the way you were brought up wouldn’t allow you to have two, with also their certain… quirks. Like the blue cum and purple thing.
So I think your species might… fight to be on top. Even while you were on top of me, I felt you releasing something in me. It relaxed all the dryness in my back and made things so much easier without a lube.
And considering how your vagina is so sticky and impossible to get into with dry hands, it must be connected to that liquid. I am not sure why your back is so slippery, but yeah.”
Tim rambled about without a moment of break.
“And ever since that purple thing wrapped around me and I came in you, you have been a mush. You comply with everything and don’t mind anything much. So, my theory is that the bottoms get like this submissive, so the breeding process goes smoothly. Considering both of the individuals would fight for dominance, it’s better for both to complete the breeding without the one losing immediately trying to move away the moment the other cumms and hurt both with how the purple thing gets irritated. Don’t you think?”
Tim said, looking down at Conner’s face.
Only to see the other sleeping peacefully. A small drop of saliva was hanging from the corner of Conner’s mouth. Tim chuckled and raised his hand to gently wipe it off. Then he kissed Conner’s forehead. With ease, Tim gently changed their positions so it would be comfortable for both of them. Finally, he closed his eyes and leaned his chin on Conner’s head.
Sleep didn’t wait so long to sink him into the darkness.