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The moon was full.
One thing Tim could get in Smallville that he couldn’t get in Gotham was stars. Big, bright, shining stars that were always in the sky. Kon loved pointing out constellations to Tim when they were outside at night together. He knew them all by heart. Tim wasn’t quite that advanced yet, but he picked up on a few. Orion was the easiest to remember, so he claimed it to be his favorite. Kon’s favorite was Leo, because that was Jackson’s star sign.
He was so freaking adorable.
“Alright, kiddo’s in bed.” Kon said as he walked into the bedroom, grin on his face as usual. “Fell asleep quick. Goodnight Moon is a miracle worker, I swear. Margret, the woman you are.”
Tim couldn’t help but smile as Kon continued his rambling, changing into sweatpants and a t-shirt without shame. Kon was like that. It made Tim want to hide his face in his hands like a teenager, but he resisted the urge. Kon would tease him endlessly, with a cool line like, ‘what, like me that much sweetheart?’
Kon, oblivious to his thoughts as usual, plopped down on the bed and used his TTK to nudge Tim closer. A suggestion, not a command. Tim would have listened either way, but he felt safer this way. Kon never demanded, but he always invited. Tim found it hard to deny any invitation he got.
He scooted over on the bed, curling up against Kon’s side with a contented sigh. Kon’s hands found his hair, playing with the silky strands like he didn’t even have to think about it. That was how he always was. Easy touches, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Meanwhile, Tim had to think it over three times before grabbing onto Kon’s hand.
It was always worth it, though. Because when he grabbed Kon’s hand, the kryptonian would lace their fingers together and beam like he’d never been happier.
The thought of that smile was enough to convince Tim to reach out tonight, grabbing onto Kon’s hand and squeezing surely. Kon beamed down at him, smile brighter than the sun as usual, and leaned down just a little for a kiss. Sparks shot through Tim at just the feeling of Kon’s lips against his, tingling all the way down to his toes. Kissing wasn’t rare for them, exactly. But it felt new every time.
Kon’s tongue brushed against Tim’s lips, a request. Tim gave in immediately. Their tongues brushed together and Tim could feel his stomach twist in delight. His free hand grabbed hold of Kon’s shirt, and the hand in his hair became a loose fist.
They’d made out before. Every time Tim felt himself burning up inside, but every time they stopped with giggles and sheepish grins and end up cuddling instead.
It wasn’t that Tim was against the idea of going further. Sex with Kon sounded great. Better than great! He just wasn’t sure if Kon was quite as eager.
The way they were kissing though, Tim began to wonder if he was wrong.
The cool feeling of TTK suddenly scooped him up onto Kon’s lap, surprising Tim enough for him to squeak. Kon laughed and released Tim’s hair, instead cupping Tim’s jaw. His eyes were so warm, and blue, and Tim kind of wanted to fall into them.
“Sorry.” Kon breathed. Tim’s heart dropped. Apparently Kon could hear it, because he kissed all over Tim’s face, getting a laugh out of him. “I got excited. Is this okay? Are you okay?”
“Very okay.” Tim blurted, squeezing Kon’s hand. “So very okay. And I want whatever you want, so don’t be sorry.”
Kon grinned again and leaned back in, kissing Tim deeply once again. He slowed back down, then kissed down Tim’s jaw and neck, so very gentle. Tim attempted to take slow, deep breaths, resisting the urge to tell Kon he could leave whatever marks he wanted. But those would be annoying to hide or explain from Jackson, Ma, and everyone back home. Since they were so insistent on visiting.
Once Kon was content with how many kisses he’d left on Tim’s neck, he brushed his shirt to the side enough to kiss the pale skin on his shoulder. Then his hand drifted to the back of Tim’s neck, gently holding it. Tim decided he really liked that.
He wasn’t unfamiliar with sex. He’d had it. It was nice. It wasn’t this. This wasn’t just nice—it was perfect. It was right. Tim could feel every nerve in his body tingling, trying to tell him something he couldn’t understand.
If he had to guess, it would be something like more more more.
Kon finally returned back to Tim’s mouth, kissing him properly this time. In barely two minutes Tim was gasping for air, refusing Kon’s attempts to give him time to breathe. His hand found its way into Kon’s curls, holding on tight. He was reassured by the fact that he couldn’t hurt Kon, biting his lips and tongue as he pleased.
Kon finally cupped Tim’s face with both hands, pushing him back enough to breathe properly. He was smiling a giddy smile, also panting, keeping Tim from continuing to kiss him.
“Tim. Rob. Sweetheart. You have to breathe.”
“Breathing‘s overrated.” Tim said without missing a beat, a smile finding its way onto his own face. “I’m having a lot more fun kissing you.”
Kon only laughed, indulging Tim with another quick kiss, no tongue, before pulling back again. Tim pouted, earning him another laugh.
“Okay, okay. I'm breathing.” Tim huffed, batting Kon’s hands away. He let go, allowing Tim to press further into his space. “Even though I’d rather be kissing you.”
“Thank you, for your noble sacrifice.” Kon teased, hands drifting now that Tim was so close. One went back to the back of Tim’s neck, much to his delight, and the other dipped just under Tim’s shirt to rest on his hip. His stomach rolled at the skin on skin touch, and he bit back a request for more. “Still okay?”
“Yeah.” Tim whispered. “How about you? Are you okay?”
“More than.” Kon laughed. “Although I think I’m going a bit crazy.”
Tim bit his lip, excitement thrumming through his veins. “Me too.” He giggled. Giggled. Like a teenager. “I’m not exactly an expert in this field. Sorry.”
“Me either.” Kon assured him, kissing Tim’s hairline. It was so sweet Tim wanted to die. “Since Jackson got here, I’ve never thought about anyone but you. Plus, having a clingy toddler makes it hard to sneak out of the house for a hook up.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone since before I made him.” Tim admitted sheepishly. He knew he had no reason to be shy. This was Kon. “Making our baby kind of made me realize that my crush was more being in love with you? So I wasn’t interested in anyone else. But I’m very interested in you and feel like all my nerves are tingling.”
“Your heart is beating like, a mile a minute.” Kon added, looking almost smug. He peppered a dozen quick kisses onto Tim’s lips, and the hand on Tim’s hip drifted up his bare side. “Now two miles a minute.”
“Shut up.” He snapped, no heat behind the words. Kon laughed again. Tim shifted on his lap, feeling restless and hot. Kon kissed him again like he just couldn’t stand it.
“You don’t have to be shy.” Kon said quietly, his voice almost rough. Hanging around Ma and Clark all the time have given him a bit of an accent compared to when they were teenagers. It wasn’t usually detectable to someone who didn’t know Kon well, mostly because it wasn’t very strong. But right now, it was all Tim could hear. “If you want something, you can ask for it. I promise I won’t say no.”
“I know.” Tim whispers. It’s not a lie. He knows, objectively. It’s the actual asking that’s the hard part.
“Then ask.” Kon teases, blowing a raspberry into Tim’s neck. He squirms and squeals quietly, suddenly understanding why Jackson screeches when Kon does it to him. He shoves Kon’s face away and huffs.
“Fine.” He grumbles. But even then, he’s still quiet as he tries to figure out what to say
“Stop overthinking it, weirdo.” He laughed, squeezing Tim close to him in a tight hug and nuzzling into his hair. “Just say whatever comes to mind.”
Tim tries. He takes a deep breath, clears his mind, and says the first thing that pops up in his brain. “You’re hot.”
Kon burst into delighted laughter, pulling Tim closer once again and snuggling him like he was a stuffed animal instead of his boyfriend. “Thank you. You are also hot. Very hot, I might add. And freaking adorable.”
Tim resisted the urge to kiss that smug smile off of Kon’s face before remembering he didn’t have to. So he leaned up and kissed Kon again, and again, until he was back to that breathless state as before. He decided doing was a hell of a lot easier than asking, so he pushed down on Kon’s shoulders before remembering the headboard was behind him. Thankfully, Kon seemed to be a mind reader after all, because his TTK slid under them and slid them down on the bed, his back hitting the mattress.
Tim didn’t think he’d ever seen anything hotter in his entire life. “Hi.” He grinned. Kon grinned right back.
“Hello, love.”
He leaned down to kiss the smile off of Kon’s face once again, arms sliding around his neck. Kon’s hands slipped under his shirt and up the bare skin of his back, warm and electric. Tim squirmed restlessly once again, a quiet sound slipping from his throat. Kon seemed to like that, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on Tim’s lower back, indirectly urging his hips to move. It was an unfair move, really.
That didn’t mean it didn’t work.
Tim found himself bucking against Kon’s thigh in between heated kisses, loud breathing and quiet sounds the only thing Tim could hear. It felt like too much, and not nearly enough.
He kissed down Kon’s neck and collarbone just as the kryptonian did to him earlier, although he was less careful in his movements. Kon couldn’t get hickeys or bite marks, thanks to invulnerable skin, so he wasn’t worried. The sounds Kon let out were sinful and delightful.
He only stopped when Kon grabbed his hair and pulled him up for another kiss. It forced a high pitched squeak out of him. The grip didn’t hurt, but it was firm enough to feel so so good.
“You are,” Kon mumbled in between kisses, “so incredibly perfect.”
Tim hummed as a reply, hand fisting in his boyfriend’s shirt before giving it an insistent tug. “Can you take this off?”
Kon immediately sat up, eager and adorable, pulling his shirt over his head. Once it was off he smiled and pulled Tim in for a sweet kiss. “See how easy it is when you ask?”
“Shut it.” Tim dismissed, much too focused on staring at Kon’s bare chest. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, but the context made it feel new. He was allowed to touch as much as he wanted.
He exercised that right immediately, hands sliding across Kon’s bare stomach, his abs, his pecs. Tim felt his interest piqued as his thumbs brushed over Kon’s nipples, earning a pleased moan. Tim’s stomach twisted in delight. In return, Kon’s hand drifted up his shirt, brushing just under that sensitive area. Flustered, Tim pinched hoping for a reaction.
The broken moan was not the one he expected but more than welcome.
His hands drifted down, down down, until his fingers were brushing over the waistband of Kon’s sweatpants. The tent in the front of them was flattering and exciting, knowing that Kon was turned on by him.
“Can I touch?” He asked, biting back a laugh at Kon’s overly enthusiastic nod. He did allow himself to smile though, hand gently pressing against the front of that bulge. Tim had to swallow the saliva in his mouth, especially when Kon bucked his hips and let out the most perfect sound Tim had ever heard in his life. The shyness drifted from his body as he continued pressing his palm there, moving it in gentle little circles. Kon looked and sounded like he was going crazy, but he didn’t ask for more.
Tim desperately wanted him to.
He tugged down Kon’s sweatpants and boxers without asking this time, only having the patience to wait for his cock to be freed before wrapping a hand around it. Kon made a sharp noise, twitching in Tim’s hand. His thumb moved in little circles, drinking in Kon’s facial expressions. Then he stroked from base to tip, nearly dying as Kon whined.
“Holy shit.” He breathed, thumb moving for a few more seconds before stroking again. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.”
“You?” Kon practically growled, hands gently squeezing Tim’s hips. Never too hard. Kon never underestimated his strength, when it came to Tim. “I think I’m gonna die, Tim. You’re amazing. This is amazing. You’re gonna kill me, babe.”
Tim smiled, giddiness filling his body all over again. He watched as Kon’s face went through an array of emotions, from grinning to scrunched up with pleasure.
“Is this enough to make you come, do you think?” Tim asked, voice breathless. He was very willing to give more if Kon needed it, but he also wanted to watch his face from right here.
“Mm. Yeah, it is.” He said roughly. “Definitely, when you’re up there looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you wanna eat me, sweetheart.” He chuckled, hand lifting to trace over Tim’s jaw, down his neck again. He squeezed Tim’s shoulder, then gave his shirt a gentle tug. “Mind evening things out?”
Tim didn’t even question it, pulling his shirt off and tossing it somewhere on the floor. Kon’s hands immediately approved, tracing all over the bare skin even as he moaned through Tim’s hand. Tim loved him. He really really loved him.
Sooner than Tim would have thought, Kon was choking out a warning and spilling into his hand. Tim stared at his face, in absolute awe, letting Kon buck his hips through his orgasm. Now that was the hottest thing Tim had ever seen. Kon was breaking the record over and over tonight.
He let the man under him catch his breath, still holding onto Tim, before Kon tugged him into another kiss. Usually Tim hated anything sticky, but he found himself unbothered as he wiped his hand off on his pants. Kon blushed a deep raspberry red, adorably.
“That was good. Like, really fuckin’ good, Rob. Best thing I’ve ever felt, that’s for sure.”
“Stop that.” Tim huffed, smacking Kon’s chest and trying not to get flustered. He knew Kon just wanted a reaction out of him.
“I’m serious.” He cooed, voice full of fondness, pulling Tim down to cuddle like a stuffed animal again. “I love you so much, sweetheart. I’m so happy right now I could die.”
“Don’t say that.” Tim lectured, tapping the tip of his boyfriend’s nose. “I won’t make it if you die again.”
“I won’t die again.” Kon whispered, kissing Tim’s forehead, then his cheek, then his jaw, and then his lips. “Never. I’ll never die on you again. I promise.”
Tim relaxed, content with that promise, for now. It didn’t make the anxiety that never left his brain disappear, obviously. But it did feel like a warm blanket on a shivering body. Besides, Kon not going into the field anymore made him feel a lot better about it. “Good.”
“Now,” Kon purred, that smug look back on his face. “Can I return the favor?”
Tim felt his face get hot again, and he nodded quicker than he could process the question. “Yeah. Yes. Yep, anything you want.”
Kon laughed again at that, giving Tim another kiss before gently flipping them over. Having Kon on top of him now sent new butterflies fluttering through his stomach, but he ignored them. He really liked being on top. But this was really nice too.
“Can I use my mouth?” Kon asked, like he was seriously trying to kill Tim tonight. Didn’t he know the consequences of his words.
“Dude. Kon. What the fuck.” He choked out, entire body on fire. “You can’t just say that!”
“But can I?” Kon repeated, his face the picture of innocence. Tim whined in the back of his throat and nodded. “Words, lovey.”
“Yes.” Tim hissed, shoving uselessly at Kon’s shoulders in a form of stubbornness. “Yes, damn it. Please.”
Kon makes a pleased noise and gives a Tim a rewarding kiss, messy and perfect. Tim thinks his tongue is going to go numb soon. Then he kisses down Tim’s neck again, down his chest, and down his stomach. His gut twists in anticipation, and he doesn’t think he’s ever been harder in his life.
Despite his eagerness, Kon is agonizingly slow, working off Tim’s shorts and boxers all the way, tossing them to the side before kissing and mouthing at his thighs. This time he does leave marks, sucking and biting until Tim is whining desperately into his hand. Kon, being the asshole he is, laughs. Like he isn’t burning Tim alive right now.
The feeling of Kon actually wrapping a hand around him makes Tim suddenly understand why Kon came so fast. Holy shit. He was going to die tonight.
He stroked once, twice, pulling sharp whines from Tim’s throat, before teasing with his tongue. Tim jerks in surprise and pleasure, gasping for air now. TTK holds his hips down, enough to keep Tim from lifting them but not to make him feel restricted. It just made Tim feel safe, really.
Then, finally finally finally, Tim’s dick was swallowed down by the warmth of Kon’s mouth. Tim had to bite his lip to keep from moaning too loud. But he couldn’t keep back the desperate noises fighting their way out of his throat, upper body squirming as electricity and heat stirred through him. His nerves felt like they were trying to fight their way out of his body, and his stomach twisted with liquid heat.
“I am. Definitely—nnh, definitely not going to last long.” He gasped, hand moving to squeeze Kon’s shoulder. The other one rested in his hair, forming a fist in his curls but keeping himself from pulling one direction or another. Kon hummed an affirmative. “Shit, fuck, Kon—“
He bit down on his tongue to keep from coming already, but he couldn't stop the way he squirmed and made very embarrassing whimpering noises. Kon seemed to really like them, at least.
Only a few minutes later Tim couldn’t hold back anymore, and he tugged on Kon’s hair desperately. “Kon, Kon Kon Kon—I—“
He came with a quiet cry, covering his mouth to keep from getting too loud, his back arching off the bed. Kon didn't let up until he was tearing up from overstimulation and finally asking for him to. Of course, once he asked, Kon let up immediately, looking up at Tim from between his legs with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. He grinned, smug and absolutely delighted.
“Shut up.” Tim grumbled, shoving his hand in Kon’s face. Unfortunately, Kon was immune because he was invulnerable, and ignored Tim’s hand in favor of sitting back up and lying on top of Tim properly, kissing him again. Mortifyingly, all Tim could taste was himself.
“You are. So perfect, Tim.” Kon muttered when he pulled back, gently brushing hair from Tim’s forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He said, throat scratchy from all the noises he’d been making. So instead of trying to get more words out, he pulled Kon down for another kiss and poured all of his love into it.
Luckily, Kon seemed to get the message.
“D’you wanna take a shower before going to sleep?” He asked, still caressing Tim’s face with too much tenderness. Tim hummed and shook his head, eyes fluttering closed.
“Too tired.” He muttered. Which was definitely rare for him, because Tim always showered. No matter how tired he was. The feeling of being dirty drove him insane. But Tim didn’t feel dirty. A little sweaty, maybe. But he felt the opposite of dirty.
“Mkay.” Kon says, shifting off of Tim to instead lie down next to him, pulling him even closer than before. It’s perfect. “Then you should get some sleep, pretty bird.”
“Mmhm.” Tim hummed, face burying into Kon’s neck and leg throwing itself over his hip. Tim liked cuddling. But he’d never been one to cling this close. Getting any further away right now, though, seemed like an impossible task. Luckily for him, Kon was a cuddle monster and pulled Tim this close on a regular basis. He was not going to be the one complaining.
Kon said something else, but Tim didn’t hear it. He was too busy feeling the vibrations from Kon’s throat onto his face, feeling his pulse, melting at the hand in his hair.
The moon was full, tonight. But Tim wasn’t looking at it. He was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world.