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This is not Tim’s finest moment. The manor is full, his siblings are literally lurking around every corner. He knows he would never live it down, but he hasn’t seen Conner in almost a week.
They’re no strangers to rushed kisses stolen in the little free time they have, but a week is definitely pushing Tim’s limit. He had practically melted into Conner's hands the second he crossed the threshold of the manor.
(They had walked straight past Dick and Jason and Tim purposely had to ignore Jason calling after him to "keep four feet on the floor and the door open.")
(He had also chosen to ignore the way it made his face flush hot)
They're tucked into an alcove in one of the less used hallways of the manor, but the noise from Tim’s family downstairs floats around them. He distantly hears Dick and Jason arguing about something, but he can't quite make out what.
(Though, in Tim's defense, it’s getting harder to focus on the environment around him the more Conner tugs on his hair like that.)
Conner’s hands are seemingly everywhere at once, making Tim whine into his mouth. Conner hooks a finger into the belt loops of Tim’s jeans to pull their hips flush. The action makes Tim’s head go delightfully hazy.
Tim hasn't ever wanted someone the way he wants Conner. It honestly scares him how easy it is to let Conner persuade him, though Tim wouldn't give it up for the world. He files away every little noise that Conner makes, everytime one of Tim's movements makes him exhale a little harder or groan and grab at Tim's hair.
Conner pushes his hands under the hem of Tim's sweatshirt to palm the plane of his stomach. Tim's breath hitches at the feeling of Kon's warm skin against his.
Distantly, he hears someone coming up the stairs.
With more difficulty than he thinks is normal, Tim disconnects his lips from Conner’s, struggling for a second to find his voice. “Kon, if my brothers find us I will literally never live it down”
Conner rolls his eyes, taking Tim's jaw in his hands to kiss him again. Tim wants to melt into it, but he has a deep and completely logical fear of having to explain his current position to whichever member of his family is coming up stairs.
He pushes Conner away before his brain can fully sink into the limited time they have.
"Conner," Tim says, and he hates how breathy his voice is, "are you trying to get caught?"
The smile on Conner’s face is almost wicked for a second before he leans down to connect his lips with Tim’s jaw. Tim’s knees go weak as Conner’s lips drag down his neck. Tim can almost let himself go. He thinks about how easy it would be to completely forget the family dinner and pull Kon to his room.
Somehow, Tim thinks skipping Conner’s first family dinner as his boyfriend wouldn't get him any closer to Bruce’s good graces.
Tim hisses when he feels a hint of teeth on his neck. He winds a hand into Conner’s hair to pull him off.
He smooths his hands across Conner’s shoulders, trying not to look at the overly dramatic pout on his face. “Don’t give me that look,” Tim says, “Do you really want to explain to Bruce why I have a hickey at your first family dinner?”
Conner grumbles, but tilts his head back up to press a chaste kiss to Tim’s lips.
Tim laughs wrapping his arms around Conner’s neck to pull him down and back into a soft kiss. He keeps the thought at the edge of his mind that they have to be careful to avoid Tim’s various siblings, but he figures they have a little time to kill.