Will (Lapse & Prolapse)

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ship: Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner
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content: sneaking around, knotting

Kyle thought he might vibrate right out of his skin. 

He. was. in. the. Batcave.

Without Batman's permission.

With his boyfriend.

One of Batman's sons.

"Jason, I feel a premonition coming on," he said, dragging his heels. "A moment of clairvoyance. I'm going to be murdered before the night is over. Maybe a Batarang to the throat, but more likely my face will get punched in so thoroughly that it'll fall out the back of my head."

"You'll be fine. Everyone in this goddamn family has had sex in the Batcave."

"Except you."

"Yeah, I was a little busy being dead; sue me. We're making up for lost time."

Kyle stopped dead and eyed the big Tyrannosaurus, which appeared to be watching them with its beady little dead eye. He had trouble imagining getting and maintaining an erection under that reproachful lizardy judgment.

"Where, uh…" he asked, tearing his gaze away, "where do you want me?"

Jason resumed pulling him, pointing ahead. "The memorial."

It's not that Kyle had a deathwish, but he did have a huge soft spot for Jason and his fucked up I-used-to-be-dead idiocyncracies.And if there were a little hard to keep up with sometimes, that was only because Jason thought everything he did was perfectly normal. It wasn't normal to die and come back, but once you jumped that fence, apparently any way of healing or retraumatizing yourself was equally valid. So it was normal for Jason to be braced against his little glass tube memorial that Kyle suspected Batman still leaned on for a good cry now and then. It was normal for Jason to stick his ass out, talking about wanting Kyle to make him come all over the commemorative plaque.

And Kyle just had to… take a moment to quickly incorporate that into his worldview.

Sure.

"Earth to Kyle. Where'd you go, space cadet?"

Kyle grinned and ran his hand through his hair as he gestured at the Robin suit. "Thinking about that kid. Paying my respects."

"You're sweet. Are you going to fuck me," Jason pushed his ass out further and snagging Kyle's belt with two of his fingers, "or am I going to have to do everything myself?"

Kyle gave in to the pulling but reached out to put Jason around to face him, pulling him close and looking around again. "I really don't know if I can get hard here. I imagine fucking you, and the next moment my life is flashing before my eyes. Kinda wish we'd told Batman we were dating first, so he'd be less likely to kill me on sight."

"Batman doesn't kill."

"Does Bruce Wayne know that? What if he takes his mask off before murdering me?"

Jason kissed him soundly. "All the others have survived their Batcave trysts, and you and I are older and more difficult to kill than those guys were at the time. We'll be fine."

"The others weren't dating Lanterns," Kyle muttered dejectedly against Jason's lips but allowed himself to be spun and pressed against the cool glass. "Still don't know if I'll get hard though."

Jason pushed his hands under Kyle's Nirvana t-shirt. "What if you did the sheath first and worried about getting hard later?"

Kyle pulled away from the kiss. "Whoa! You want me to do the sheath here?"

Jason puffed his cheeks out and exhaled dramatically, averting his gaze. "Truth be told, I want you to do the sheath everywhere every time."

"No, no, no. Jason. We'll get murdered. I swear. You know I have trouble controlling constructs when I'm horny. It's one thing in the controlled environment of your bedroom, but -"

Growling softly, Jason kissed him again. "Please?" And then the bastard emphasized the request with a squeeze of Kyle's dick through his jeans.

What could Kyle possibly say to that? "No, I won't fuck your tight beautiful hole the way you're begging me to fuck it?" When had Kyle ever said something like that?

Kyle sighed and unzipped his jeans. Jason eagerly pulled the waistband of his boxers down and they both watched as the warm green glow of his Ring's power engulfed his semi and formed a large erection around it. Jason shuddered, clinging to Kyle's biceps and already losing control of his breathing at the sight.

"A little bigger."

Kyle obliged and was rewarded with a moan.

Jason kissed him, pressing up against Kyle to rub himself along the length of Kyle's green prosthesis, making Kyle shudder as the sheath construct passed on the sensations as if it were his real cock. Okay, maybe he'd get hard after all. Not that it mattered too much to him so long as Jason was having a fun time. If it didn't work out, he could always get off when they got home.

Kyle worked Jason back over to the glass, pressing him back into it as they kissed, thrusting up into Jason's tight grip on his sheath.

"God, I'm so horny," Jason said, fumbling with his zipper.

"I'm happy to hurry this along if you are."

"I had no idea you were such a scaredy-cat, Kyle."

Pushing Kyle away gently, Jason leaned down to give the very tip of the sheath an affectionate kiss and quick suck, before turning around and resuming his earlier ass-out vigil, this time with his pants pulled down and his ass literally out. Still reeling from the feeling of Jason's mouth on the tip, Kyle all but drooled at the sight, using one hand to pull Jason's ass cheek away to see the hole better.

They'd been using the sheath a lot, and Jason rim was starting to show it, still a little puffy from the night before, and the night before that, and the night before that.

Lubing it up with the Ring, Kyle dragged the head of his sheath against that furled hole, moaning at the heat. Jason shuddered and pushed back onto it, impatient as always, and already craning his head to see what the hold up was. Not wanting to keep him waiting, and certainly no longer aware whether his real dick was still lagging or as hard and throbbing as his augmented one, Kyle pushed in.

Both of them moaned as though in great relief.

It was always a struggle not to bust early watching that huge glowing cock stretch Jason's rim out to obscene proportions, the transparency of it letting him get a glimpse of the welcoming darkness inside Jason's body. Encased inside the glowing sheath, his own dick was squeezed by the pressure as it also slid inside Jason, leaving Kyle shuddering from the erectile double whammy.

"Fuck, Kyle, make it bigger."

Kyle did, which resulted in a yelp as Jason's right leg twitched off the ground.

"Shit, too much?"

"No, no, hold on." Jason bobbed lightly, breath coming out fractured and shallow. "It's perfect, I just need to adjust. Ah."

He trailed off into a moan before finally giving Kyle the go ahead to move.

His own body shaking from how tight Jason now was around him, Kyle pulled out slowly. As he withdrew, the sheath seemed to swell, free from the confines of Jason's ass. Just as slowly, he pushed back in, watching it again be squeezed to fit, Jason's rim stretching to accommodate it.

Feeling lightheaded and not getting any negative feedback, he started to pick up the pace, filling the cool air around them with their soft panting and shuddered moans. Jason braced himself more securely against the glass, and started up on his usual wishlist. "A little longer." "A little more." "Make a knot." "Longer!"

Once Kyle added a knot to the sheath, there was never any more room for Quiet Jason.

Jason moaned loudly each time the slight bump passed over his rim, his legs squirming at the stimulation. Finally giving up on bracing himself, Jason let his face fall against the glass and reached back to pull his ass cheeks wider, begging for a bigger knot.

Kyle obliged, struggling to pull it past the rim, and so close to the edge he could taste it.

"Fuck. Kyle. Make it so big you can't pull it out."

Pushing back in, sweating, trying not to think about how hard it was to breathe, Kyle did as he was asked. Jason yelped, moaned, then raised a hand to signal more. Kyle did so and tried pulling it out. God, he really was stuck. And Jason was gesturing for still more. So he gave him more.

Jason whined and sounded like he was sobbing, furiously stroking himself as his face slid down the memorial. "Just a little more."

"Last time," Kyle panted, vision going spotty.

He'd just added the last little bit of girth he dared when the roar of the Batmobile engine flared into loud echo down the tunnel.

Jason straightened up, looking at the tunnel in shock.

"You're kidding. He seriously wasn't supposed to be back until morning."

Kyle frantically tried to pull out, the knot pulling at Jason's whole ass without budging.

Jason yelped, squirming and trying to get him to stay still. "Kyle, stop! Stop! Just make it go away."

Embarrassingly enough, he'd panicked so hard, it hadn't even occurred to him.

So he willed the sheath away.

Or he tried to. Willpower was fucky at best when buried balls deep in someone, even in the best of circumstances, and without the threat of Batman showing up. Making his sheath grow larger? Sure. Making the sheath shrink or evaporate? Tall order. Not one to be done under pressure.

"What the hell are you waiting for? We've got two minutes tops to disappear!"

"It's stuck!"

"Make it disappear!"

"I can't!"

"What do you mean, you can't?"

"I told you, I can't control the Ring very well when I'm horny!"

"Yeah, and the default should be that whatever you made disappears!"

You would think that. You would think that sheer force of arousal wasn't a conscious enough form of willpower to sustain a giant penis against any breaks in concentration and even the Ring user's concerted will, and yet here they were.

Kyle exhaled angrily through his nose and spread his arms. "Well, I don't know what to tell you."

The growling of the approaching Batmobile grew louder. Jason spun to look at it, one hand on Kyle's lower abdomen as he also tried to do the impossible and pull the knot out of himself. Swallowing a moan, he turned back to Kyle. "Please tell me you can at least fly right now. I'm not waddling like this."

Kyle thought every unsexy thought he could, tried to channel his concentration and willpower, but with the sheath linked up to his senses and squeezed harder than ever by Jason's panicking… flying was out of the question.

He hoisted Jason off the ground by the backs of his knees, and listing precariously, ran to the nearest hiding spot he could find, Jason bouncing on the base of the sheath and cursing the whole way. Nestled away from view beneath the tail of the giant dinosaur, Kyle tried to shrink the knot as Jason furiously attempted to pull off.

Above, the Batmobile roared into the cave.

"Kyle." Jason ground it out at nearly subaural levels but it reverberated through Kyle's chest. "If you don't find a way to pull out right now and Bruce finds us like this, I will personally rip your dick off and leave you a bottom bitch for the rest of your miserable life." 

Nothing doing. The construct had begun to waver, but if or when it would finally dispel was completely out of Kyle's control. As he began to try to manually inch Jason's already obscenely stretched rim over the knot, he swore up and down to literally never have construct sex outside the apartment ever again. And preferably maybe not even in the apartment. Sweat poured down his brow and Jason sore quietly between hisses as slowly, painfully, Jason's ass started to come up off the knot, prolapsing as it did so. Rather than freaking Kyle out and killing his arousal, however, seeing the dark flesh start to peek out only made both his real dick and the sheath throb.

Jason froze and looked over his shoulder in pale fury.

"Did that thing just grow bigger?"

Kyle also paled, at a loss for words.

"Stop being a horn dog, Kyle, and get it together."

"I can't! It would be easier to just come."

They stared at each other for a moment. Then both turned their attention to the cave above, listening carefully as Batman prowled his domain up there, turning over evidence or equipment.

They didn't bother talking after that. Jason focused on gyrating on Kyle's huge knot and trying to rub one off as quietly as possible, while Kyle buried his face in Jason's neck and thrust up as much as he could into the tight pleasure of Jason's contracting muscles.

They both came quietly, curled up on the cave floor and shuddering as Kyle's sheath ejaculated large amounts of spectral come deep into Jason's distended belly.

"God," Jason whispered a minute later, "That wasn't even a good orgasm. I'm all cramped with anxiety."

Kyle kissed the back of his neck and didn't say anything, his own orgasm still paying off dividends in shaking limbs and pleasant slackness. 

"Jason."

They jerked up, looking above the ledge of their hiding space to find Batman standing there, cowl off, mouth set in a hard line as he pointedly did not look at Kyle.

"I've left the Clorox and Windex near the memorial. Don't leave without cleaning up."

It was at that moment that the willpower of Kyle's arousal broke. As the sheath disappeared, all of the construct come that Kyle had filled Jason with came flooding out with large flatulent reverberations, rolling down their legs and pooling around their knees as they watched it spread helplessly.

Horrified, Kyle willed it all out of existence, and they were plunged into a terrible silence.

Kyle looked back up at Batman, who stood with his eyes closed and a pained expression etched deep into every line of his face.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Batman sighed and started walking away. "I'm going to go have a drink. But I would start running if I were you. Just in case."



A Form of Love

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ship: Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner
words: 1.2k
content: consensual feeding, weight gain

Kyle was starting to get comments from the villains he fought. He was getting sidelong glances of doubt from his teammates. He could see it in their eyes. "Is he still fit for the job?" 

The truth was, the weight hadn't come on at first. His life was just way too intense. But when he started filling out his clothes, boy did he. Under all this fat, he was still the muscular and fit Kyle he had always been, perhaps more. But the humiliation of all this scorn, the prejudice that enveloped his belly and limbs, it had all been wrought by Jason and his unholy delicious cooking and downright cruel portion sizes. 

He moaned, his full belly aching as Jason rubbed himself against it and pushed another spoonful of mashed potatoes into Kyle's mouth. Savory, fragrant caramelized onions throughout, impossibly creamy, with just a touch of tanginess, and a generous sprinkle of aromatic diced shallot. 

It was hard to believe Jason hadn't always been such a good cook. He'd been very earnest about food, cooking for a lot of their dates, and taking Kyle out to fancy restaurants the rest of the time, but the divide was obvious. He loved to talk about food as much as he loved to talk about books, though, loved to tell Kyle what he was learning, and hung off of Kyle's every word when he compared cooking to illustration. Despite the enthusiasm, he'd been surprised when he'd returned from a long trip to Oa to find a romantic dinner made with a whole new caliber of skill awaiting him on their anniversary.

The real shock had come almost a year later when Kyle discovered that Jason never cooked for himself.

"Come on, Kyle. This is only the fifth course. We still have the cheese course and dessert."

"Dessert?" Kyle asked incredulously. Jason usually shied away from baking experiments. "You made dessert?" He fought the spoon away from his face as it came back around. "Jason, I will literally explode. And I'm sorry, did you say cheese course? What is happening today?"

Jason pushed himself tighter against Kyle's belly, and Kyle could feel Jason's erection pushing at his rolls through his boxers. "We're celebrating."

"What are we celebrating?"

"Me learning how to make Swiss meringue buttercream despite a lot of panicking and flailing over the double boiler today."

Kyle stared up at him open-mouthed, and Jason landed another spoonful into his mouth. Kyle moaned again, hating how full he was but loving every bite. Everything tonight had been delicious, from the moment he came floating in through the balcony door. The mushroom devilled eggs? Divine. Jason always got the most amount of flavor out of his mushrooms, and potentially also had some truffle powder stashed somewhere. The soup was definitely store bought - Jason was cursed with soup disasters, and had developed a mental block about them. But he had dressed up this lovely, smooth squash bisque with lightly toasted nuts, sage, and a bit of cream, and it was delicious to the very last drop.

Fish course was usually Kyle's favorite, and Jason knew exactly how to do it in a way that had him blissing out. Minimalist, with a good sear and a generous squeeze of lemon. He'd served up a large juicy piece of cod today, and Kyle had gone to heaven, and had to be dragged down by his ankle to eat the palate cleanser.

Jason had taken a break from sitting in his lap and feeding him to take his own pants off, so Kyle was left feeling a little chilly and lonely until he took his first bite of that lemon raspberry sorbet and astral projected. Mind, it was the same sorbet that Jason had used for every meal this week, but that didn't stop it from absolutely shocking and aweing Kyle, who had a real big thing for foods that were more sour than sweet. And if they also melted in his mouth? Fuhgeddaboudit.

Next had been the braised pork, and Kyle wasn't an expert, but he suspected there had been some smoking involved too, though Jason was always secretive about what he did with his meats and wouldn't say. Like Kyle would tell anyone. Jason had a whole setup up on the roof. The guy was known for making his own sausages if the last book he'd read left him moody, no one was around to stop him, and Gotham didn't need him just then. Sometimes, they would spend the night up there, cooking a whole hog in the pit Jason had put together. They'd drink beers, eat potato salad, and whenever the hog didn't need his immediate attention, Jason would grope Kyle's belly and ride his dick.

It was winter now, though, and neither fancied being up there for very long.

Plenty of bonding activities indoors.

Jason scraped the last of the mashed potatoes up with the remaining juices from the pork, and made as though to put it in Kyle's mouth, then swerved it into his own. At Kyle's look of betrayal he laughed and leaned over to kiss him.

"I'll make it up to you."

Sliding his boxers down over his ass, he held Kyle's massive belly aside with one hand so he could get a hold of Kyle's dick, and sank down on him. How he found the time between preparing seven courses to be all lubed up and ready to go when Kyle got home, he didn't know, but Jason was… incredible. He made the best food in the world, he was never not horny, and everything he did left Kyle feeling so loved it almost felt like too much for one person to deserve. Kyle groaned, pulling him closer, deeper, sinking back further into the cushions behind him so Jason had more room to maneuver.

"You know, this morning I struggled to get a good grip on my dick to aim it. Had to sit to pee."

Jason let out a deep moan with a full body shudder. "Good. Means I'm feeding you right."

Kyle laughed, and the tension that he'd been carrying in his shoulders all day eased. He sighed freely and happily, right up until Jason leaned forward with a wicked gleam in his eye and pushed down on his aching abdomen, leaving him groaning again. Jason eased up, pupils blown wide and watching him hungrily. 

He was a little glad dinner was over early today. That had been a lot of food, even for how well-trained he was.

"What happened to the cheese course?"

He didn't really care about the cheese course. He cared that Jason had gone out today and picked out the perfect cheese to follow that braised pork and precede whatever dessert he had used Swiss meringue buttercream for. And he didn't do it because he was a perfectionist, but because one time early in their relationship, Kyle had said, "You make all food make sense," and Jason had turned to him, startled, eyes earnest, and said, "I love you." 

Kyle hadn't known then the devoted form Jason's love would take.

He hadn't had any clue about the bliss that was headed his way.

"Oh, it's still coming. You get this course gratis, though. Compliments of the chef."

Through

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ship: Kon El/Tim Drake/Kyle Rayner
words: 1.3k
content: xenobiology, tentacle dick

Tim had been forewarned. Kon laid it out in no uncertain terms - his Kryptonian genes had mingled weirdly with his human genes and even Kara had been unable to fully help him understand how the hell his body worked. But the bottom line was - his dick was prehensile and tentacle-like and he definitely had some sort of heat cycle. 

This was all fine.

The problem was that this tentacle was now worming its way into places it definitely did not belong.

"Kon! What the hell? How the hell is it doing that?" he yelled, pointing between his legs.

Panting, Kon peered over his shoulder and stopped short, eyes growing wide.

"So… I'm guessing that's not supposed to happen?"

"You think?"

"I don't know! It's my first time doing this whole 'sex' thing."

"Kon, these parts of my body aren't even connected. Your dick ripped a hole in me somewhere."

Kon contemplatively sucked air in through his teeth with a whistle, cringing. "Maybe it… phased through?"

It had started off with a pleasurable pressure at the base of his dick, then spread down the length to the tip like the world's slowest and weirdest orgasm. But just as Tim was relaxing into what he thought was oncoming bliss, something tiny and blueish poked out of the tip of his cock and wiggled around. 

The tip of Kon's prehensile alien clone dick.

And then it kept on coming, growing wider as it pushed out to stroke the underside of Tim's cock, wrapping around the base of its head. 

Tim had screamed. A little.

And now they were both staring at it without a clue as to how this could possibly happen and Kon still hadn't stopped humping him.

"Pull out. Slowly, though."

Kon moaned. "You've got to be joking. I told you I can't stop when I'm in heat."

"Fine, you can stay here and jerk off after you pull out. While I get myself to a hospital, apparently."

"Just. Just let me come. And then I'll fly you there. It'll be the same, time-wise."

Tim's next considerably more irate and panicked reply was cut off by a moan as the pressure in his dick increased and he watched it swell to be wider as the tentacle pushed more of it's length out of his urethra, growing in girth and stretching his dick around itself. He groaned in pain at the stinging in his tip, but his knees spread wider on the bedcover. Even possibly dying from som really fucked up internal injuries, he was the horniest and hardest he could ever remember being watching his dick bored out to one and a half times it's usual thickness.

"Hey, Kon! You home, buddy?"

Tim's eyes flew to the open window, where Kyle Rayner flew in feet first, landing just two feet from the bed and straightening to full height before he registered what he'd flown in on.

Still grinning and quite pleased with himself, it took Kyle several seconds for his eyes to grow wide and for him to take a step back. "Uh."

"Oh, perfect." Reaching past Tim, Kon's hand shot out and grabbed Kyle's wrist. "Kyle, you horny, buddy?"

"What do you mean, is he horny?" Tim said, not able to either back away into a humiliated corner or pull off and run away, watching as Kon manhandled a confused but not entirely resisting Kyle onto the bed with them. "Kyle, scram!"

"Uh," Kyle looked between the two of them. "Love too. Superboy's grip is no joke, though. Sure, I'm always horny, but looks like you guys have got it handled, so I'll just-"

"No, no, this is exactly what I need. Come on, Kyle, take off your pants," Kon said, already tearing through Kyle's Lantern uniform and turning him around to kneel in front of Tim.

Kyle gave Tim a look of concern and whispered loudly, "What the hell is happening right now?"

"Kon's in heat," said Tim deflating, realizing he had no contingencies for how to deal with this and never in his wildest dreams could he have come up with any for something so fucked up. "We were trying to have sex for the first time. You and I might need to go to the ER after this."

To his surprise, Kyle relaxed, grunting as Kon pulled him close enough to rub his ass against Tim's tentacle-wrapped cock. "Oh, so one of those days, huh? Bit of xeno action? Alright, I'll patch us up if it gets too crazy." He waved his right hand slightly, his white Ring catching the light and shining pearlescently. 

Kon's dick meanwhile, was unwrapping itself from Tim and feeling its way across Kyle's ass. As soon as the tip poked its way into his asshole, the rest of it surged forward, leaving Tim groaning in discomfort. He looked at his tip, which had been reamed out, his urethra now large enough to fit a whole other dick inside it, with faint traces of blood mixing in with his precome and the lubricant the tentacle was trailing after itself. His ass also felt like it was being stretched much wider than at the start, and yet nothing hurt.

"Fuck, just realized you probably secrete some analgesic."

Kon, who had been gasping into Tim's shoulder with convulsing shudders, looked up. "Huh?" Tim had never seen his eyes so glassy and vacant.

His thoughts were cut off by the warm press of Kyle's rim around the head of his dick. Tim shuddered, thrusting up into the tight heat, his way eased by the tentacle already penetrating Kyle and dripping lubricant in its wake. He looked up fearfully, looking for permission or forgiveness.

Kyle was looking back at Kon with a frown, his hips still held in Kon's grip. Their eyes met and Kyle shrugged. "Not even the most unexpected or strangest sex I've had this week. Outer space is fucking weird, man. Don't sweat it." He shifted his hip back and pressed deeper onto Tim, his lips parting over a contented sigh. Tim watched the curve of Kyle's mouth, fascinated by how much more attractive the man was up close and horny. Not like Kyle was normally lacking in good looks. 

Though he couldn't see it, Tim's dick felt like it was swollen to the size of a fist. He feared that any moment now, the horrible pain would start and it would split down the center like a sausage breaking its casing and the horrible visual only made him want to come harder.

Time seemed to dilate. He found himself caught between endless pleasure and dreams, head rolling back onto Kon's shoulder and Kyle's voice coming from somewhere far away. "Huh. Yeah, I really don't think things are meant to do that."

His dick was twitching and he could no longer tell if he was coming or even awake.

Tim shook the sleep from his eyes, propping himself up on one elbow as best as he could, still connected to both Kon and Kyle. All three of them had been lying on their side. So he must have lost consciousness after all.

Kon was out like a light. 

Kyle had his head cushioned in one arm and was idly playing with the tentacle that was peeking from his dick, curling around his fingers lazily. He looked up at Tim with sleepy eyes.

"My advice?" He paused to yawn and stretch, his ass squeezing around Tim's soft dick. "Get Bats to make you some custom condoms. You think someone's dick going in your ass and coming out your dick is weird? Don't wait to find out what getting knocked up by an alien is like."

Forget condoms.

Tim was never bottoming ever again.