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ship: Tim Drake/Kon El
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content: cheating, seduction, somnophilia
Tim opened his eyes.
Jon was out like a light on the other side of the bed.
Then who was touching him? Who was—?
Tim gasped, registering how hard he was, how cold his legs were without the covers or his pajama pants, and how hot the cock pushing between his ass-cheeks was. Mouth covered by someone's strong hand, he looked over his shoulder.
Kon watched him intensely, rolling his hips so that his cock pushed against Tim's tightly clenched rim, still slick with lube from when Jon had fucked him earlier. "Say you don't want it, and I'll let you go."
The hand around his mouth had barely let go when Tim blurted out. "Oh god, please fuck me."
Kon didn't need any further encouragement. Next thing Tim knew, he was being rolled from his side onto his stomach and penetrated, Kon's dick thicker than Jon's, sliding in with a sting.
"You're wearing a condom, right?" Tim gasped as he spread his knees wide across Jon's blue cotton sheets.
"Of course not," said Kon and covered Tim's mouth back up with his hand, fucking him slow and steady with a sharp thrust at the end of each push inside.
Whimpering slightly at the idea of being fucked bareback for the first time, Tim's hips curled up off the bed without his conscious intention. Ass up in the air like this, the small of his back started to get tired quickly, but Kon's thrusts were too demanding for him to lower his hips back down. He whimpered into Kon's hand, eyeing Jon in fear, but his boyfriend kept sleeping soundly, completely oblivious of the world around him. He wasn't even being jostled by all the movement, and Tim remembered that Jon had one of those special mattresses that don't carry movement across. They'd tested it out once by jumping on one side of the mattress while a glass of coke stood on the other side, cheering and high fiving when the coke and the bed survived the ordeal without casualties.
What was happening? Why was it happening? Since when did Kon like guys? He'd dated pretty much every girl in school, twice, and now he was fucking Tim? It just didn't make any sense. Tim was very fond of Jon, but if he'd known Kon was an option on the menu, he would have ordered him years ago.
Kon seemed to also notice that Jon wasn't being jostled about and gripped Tim tighter to fuck him harder, filling the room with the reckless sound of skin slapping on skin, and leaving Tim gasping at the rough treatment.
Still Jon slept on.
So Tim reached down and jerked off, already so close.
Finishing first, Kon's hand clenched over Tim's face painfully, and Tim stroked himself furiously to the sensation of Kon's cock twitching inside him, imagining all the come he was being filled with and how messy it would be when it dripped out of him.
He came so hard his arms and legs shook as he started crying into Kon's hand.
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Tim excused himself to go to the bathroom.
"Do you want us to pause the movie?" asked Mr. Kent.
"No, no, I've seen it before. Don't worry."
He was passing the laundry room when a hand reached out and dragged him in.
"You want to tell me why you haven't broken it off with my brother yet?"
Oh god. There was nothing in this world quite like being pressed against the wall by the absolute stud that was Kon Kent.
"Do you have any idea how awkward that would be?" Tim asked, already spreading his legs as Kon rubbed him through his jeans. "I'd pretty much never be able to show my face at your house again. Your parents like me right now."
"They'll like you more if they find out you broke up with their son rather than if they learn you're cheating on him. With their other son," Kon pointed out, flipping him around to face the wall and unbuttoning Tim's jeans as he kissed his neck. "Gonna suck either way, but one of them's clearly the better option. No one to blame but yourself for getting yourself into this mess and dating my brother instead of manning up and asking me out."
"HOw is this my fault?" Tim asked, moaning as his pants were pulled down. Jon never took the lead like this. "You're the one who was dating fucking girl in school instead of just telling me you were into me. What was I supposed to think? And you could have just told me you liked me like a normal person instead of trying to fuck me in my sleep."
Kon had made short work of lubing up and pushed in, leaving Tim to catch up and try to relax to accommodate him. Fooling around with Kon was equal parts totally humiliating and absolutely thrilling with how willing Tim was to be used as a come dump any time Kon was horny. As Kon picked up the pace, Tim tried to wrap his hand around his dick, only to be stopped and have his wrists pinned to the laundry room wall next to his head.
"I don't think so. You've run out of free orgasm passes. You don't get to come anymore until you're officially my boyfriend."
"Bullshit! Let go."
"Nope."
"Then pull the hell out!"
"No way."
Tim squirmed a little bit more, then gave up, too horny to stop himself from arching into it, wanting Kon deeper. He felt his dick bouncing ineffectively, desperate for a warm grip, and tried to imagine himself holding it to help him get off.
Kon came fast, like he always did whenever everyone else in the house was awake, and pulled out almost immediately, leaning his back on the wall next to Tim as he tried to catch his breath.
He looked at him with dazed eyes as Tim got his bearings and pushed himself from the wall, suddenly a little shy to just stand here and masturbate as Kon watched.
"I'm serious, Tim. Break up with Jon this evening."
Pulling his fingers through his hair, Tim sighed. "Yeah, okay."
"Good."
The conversation apparently over, Kon kissed him on the lips, opened the laundry room door, and shoved him out into the hall, dick still hard, jeans around his ankles, and come leaking out of his ass.
Barely suppressing his indignant squawk, Tim ran for the bathroom, trying to pull up his pants.