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“Tim, I swear, you need to rest,” Conner insisted, a sigh escaping his lips right after, Tim had been working nonstop ever since their last encounter with an infamous, and quite notorious villain: Joker, himself.
And while Conner could understand Tim’s dedication to foil Joker’s plans, he was still a very extremely concerned boyfriend
I mean seriously, he swears Tim had drank at least 6 cups of coffee in one day—and Conner was, by no means—an expert at being human (hell, he was a bloody damn alien clone) but he was quite sure that caffeine intake shouldn’t be as much.
Tim casually hums, as if deciding if he wants to respond
Eventually, he does
“I can fully function without adequate sleep, kon,” Tim replies, distracted—not even bothering to look away from the screen as he continues to type away.
Conner huffs as he crosses his arms in front of his chest, a tired look makes it’s way on his facial features—looking at Tim as if his boyfriend was stupid
And Tim is stupid. He swears.
“Fully function without adequate sleep my ass. Bet you can’t fuck right if you’re that sleep-deprived, Tim,” Conner says, with a little playful bite, although there was evident concern in his voice
Tim, hadn’t stopped typing, but he hums once again in response towards Conner’s provocative statement
Conner groaned at the minimal reaction he got from Tim
“Oh c’mon! Tim you really need to rest, I’m a 101% sure that you would be too tired for anything else once you finish typing,” Conner says as he walks closer towards Tim’s chair—he places his hand on the chair and turns it around, forcing Tim to look at him.
Tim looked up, finally meeting his eyes.
“…”
“…..”
“Alright, don’t brood now.” Conner says
“Hm.” Tim just narrowed his eyes as he glanced at Conner hands—particularly his wrists.
Now imagine Conner’s surprise when the only warning he gets was the sudden almost too accelerated heartbeat of Tim before his wrist gets snatched by a strong pair of hands
Conner yelps—getting suddenly dragged forward and almost tripping on his own feet as he ungracefully lands on Tim’s lap,
He hisses out a muttered ‘ow’ as his knee accidentally hit the table behind Tim
Wait..
Did Conner just feel pain?
Him?
A half kryptonian?
From a table?
“Wha- how did I even—“ Conner starts but immediately shuts up as he feels something hard pressing up the line of his ass—he splutters, a look of disbelief was apparent on Kon's face because when did Tim get hard?
He glanced incredulously on Tim—now just finally noticing the lustful yet smug look on his face—Conner’s eyes then glances a bit more further to Tim’s hand as a red glow made it apparent that Tim was holding something between his own right hand and Kon’s wrist.
“please don’t tell me that’s red kryptonite, Tim,” he breathes out
Tim’s amused look just gave Conner his answer.
“You.. did you plan this you little rascal—“ Conner choked on his own words as Tim grinded on him, practically feeling his half hard dick slide against his ass, Conner then hisses as he felt Tim’s hand let go of his wrist—sliding it from his waist and down to his bottom
Tim gave it a little squeeze which rewarded him with a small little gasp escaping from the kryptonian.
Tim could only give off a chuckle at that
“No, I infact did not plan this,”
“Then why do you—“
“Precautionary measures.” Tim replies, cutting him off halfway, a small smile displayed on his lips
Conner squirmed from his place, he did not believe Tim one bit as he saw the slightest glint of mischief from his eyes
“Very funny Tim, but we both know you’re far too tired to even fuck right, so go rest,” he huffs out an answer, blush creeping in on his neck—his cheeks were slightly getting redder as the prominent boner underneath him twitched
“That sounds like a challenge,” Tim’s voice was dangerously low as if it was a whisper yet Conner could not dismiss the obvious lust practically dripping from Tim’s own voice
And Conner swears that went straight to his dick,
Before anything more occurs, Conner tried to calm himself down—his goal was to get Tim to rest, not make Tim fuck his brains out and get more tired. Seriously.
“Tim, did the caffeine finally turn you senile because I swear—“ he didn’t get to finish as Tim practically swung the chair around from its place and pushed Conner on to the table, dropping him harshly on the white surface, Conner hisses at the painful contact. Somehow he actually didn’t mind, he was getting more turned on by how he’s getting manhandled anyway
“Tim— not on the table! Your work’s literally going to get destroyed—“
Tim didn’t pay mind as he grabbed Conner’s hips with a tightening grip, (he almost swears it will leave bruises on his body if it weren't for the fact that he was kryptonian)
“You sure love to nag,” Tim says, ignoring Kon's previous statement then pauses.
“You should save your voice for later when I’m fucking you,” Tim continued, his tone not at all wavering, in fact it sounded like he was enjoying seeing Kon break down underneath him.
Oh my god. That was hot.
Conner thought as his last piece of rationality snapped
“Open your legs wider.”
And so Conner did admittedly too fast which allowed Tim to comfortably slot himself between Kon's legs
“Hah.. so obedient,” Tim breathes out, arousal evident in his tone
the obvious tent in Tim’s pants was showing, and undoubtedly it was painfully getting restricted by the piece of clothing. To ease himself from the pain, Tim quickly made work of his pants, bringing it down slightly as his hard cock sprung up.
Tim pulled Conner’s pants down just as hastily afterwards, his hand fumbling with the belt as he slid the fabric down Conner’s hips and to his legs—down underneath which left Conner to shiver a little from the all too sudden cold air hitting his legs and thighs
"…geez and here I thought I was the horny one—" Conner’s musing was interrupted as he felt Tim’s cock poke his behind, feeling pressure on his tight hole as Tim slightly pushes his hips forward
Wait
Oh. Wait. Shit—
“W-wait— Tim! You’ll get hurt, you need to prep me firs— “ Conner couldn’t even manage a word to come out of his lips as the air was literally knocked out of his lungs, Tim—Tim had pushed his cock inside him without warning or preparation at all.
Oh. Fuck.
Conner writhes in pain as his eyes welled up in tears, short and choked up gasps left his lips as the pain had made it apparent of Tim’s intrusion inside him.
Fuck. Tim really knows him well, Conner had always liked pain when doing sex—looks like he hasn’t forgotten.
Tim groans as he pushed his cock further, his dick was halfway inside Conner but the dryness made it all the more painful and all the more challenging.
Fortunately, Tim had always liked a challenge. He lunges his hips abruptly, Conner yelps at the motion as the pain spiked from his bottom.
“..too tight,” Tim says, his voice low, a groan escapes his lips as Tim hisses in pain at the tightness around his cock
Conner perked up a little at what Tim had said, concern flashing through his facial features (as much as Conner loved rough sex, he didn’t want Tim getting hurt in the process)
Conner props his elbows on the table, he made an attempt at pulling back away from Tim’s dick inside him, slightly wincing as his insides quite literally protested from the smallest amount of friction
“T— Tim, you should prep me first, I don’t want you getting hurt I-“
“Stay.” Tim almost sounded feral, he grabs Conner’s hips in a death grip and drags him back from the table—immediately slamming his cock completely inside Conner in a swift motion
Conner chokes in pain as he felt the undoubtably huge dick stretch him out further inside, going deeper than before and hitting places he normally couldn’t reach when fingering himself
“T- Tim..” he moaned
Tim breathes raggedly from the painful and tight squeeze of Conner’s ass. In contrast to his painful intrusion, his cock pulsated inside as he felt the velvety walls of Conner completely engulf his dick, making Tim not regret picking down his boyfriend at all.
“I’ll loosen you with my dick.” He says, not a moment later, completely lost in lust—Conner was not any better as he nodded almost too eagerly at that
And Fuck that was absolutely hot.
“I’ll fuck you hard enough till I rearrange your anatomy so it only fits my dick.” Tim says, Conner—bit his lip, whimpering as he fights back a moan at the thought
After a moment or two, Tim then started to move, pushing his hips further then pulling it back,
The tip of his dick almost completely out of Conner then slamming himself back inside, hard and raw with pure unadulterated lust
strings of curses left Conner’s lips, he couldn’t help but take what Tim gives him and he honestly couldn’t explain how much he loves getting fucked like this, as Tim kept on fucking him at a fast pace, Conner couldn’t at all help the moans and yelps—even the sharp intake of air as he got fucked roughly on the table
“Ah! T—Tim wai—“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as Tim slammed into him harshly
“You sound like a virgin highschooler getting their first time, Kon,” Tim breathes out a chuckle, if Conner wasn’t so delirious right now he would have picked up on Tim’s fond voice.
Conner in response, tightened around his cock and that made Tim hiss, his fondness dropping as an irked expression made it’s way on his face
in thought of getting back at him—
Tim brought his hand up, grabbing Conner’s chest and pinching it, twisting it roughly making Conner squirm more on the table,
“Were you planning on snapping my dick like this?” He asks as he squeezes Conner’s nipple
Conner yelps, trying to pry Tim’s hand away while moving his body upward to the table away from him yet Tim’s other hand kept him in place—from trying to move away from Tim’s relentless and ruthless fucking and from Tim’s rough way of playing with his chest.
Noises filled the room, the sound of pure skin slapping each other, moans echoed as if it was a chant of pleasure coming from Conner himself—getting railed by Tim was not a part of his plan this evening but damn does he love it.
As Tim was busy playing with his chest, he undoubtedly suddenly hit a bundle of nerves inside of Conner,
Conner’s moan was loud, he arched his back in pleasure as Tim hit that certain spot inside.
“Found it,” Tim says and without warning, he thrusts back inside, hitting with absolute precision in Conner’s prostate
Conner was delirious, absolutely delirious, he couldn’t even focus on any other thing other than Tim’s hard cock wrecking his insides
So much so that he also didn’t realize he was leaning completely on Tim’s keyboard, Tim’s paper getting littered with absolute nonsense as Conner got fucked up hard in the ass.
It took a few more thrusts before Tim’s hips stuttered halfway and Connor could absolutely tell Tim was close—he was too. So when Tim had suddenly refused to move his hips any faster
Conner whined
“C’mon..” he says, out of breath, trying to fuck himself on Tim’s dick instead, slamming himself down a little yet Tim suddenly stopped him from doing so
“How impatient of you,” Tim says
“Tim! Just fuck me already,” Conner whined more—then once again getting cut off from air as Tim suddenly started thrusting inside again, chasing pleasure—Conner let out a couple of moans as he felt the heat and friction of Tim’s dick inside his hole
Conner clenched tight as he felt himself nearing and just as he was about to cum, Tim bought his hand and covered the tip of Conner’s dick
Conner barely registered what was happening, the pain of not being able to come and the pleasure of absolutely getting filled by Tim on the inside..Tim fucked him through it all
Conner sobbed, gasping painfully
“You’re..so mean,” he says at Tim, getting denied from releasing, Tim barely managed a chuckle at his lover’s cute expression.
“You’re not coming—not until I fill you completely to the brim inside.” Tim replies stern fully,
He then pulls his dick out of Conner, warm liquid dripping out of Conner’s hole and down to his thighs was definitely a sight to see,, all the more making Tim hard once again.
“Let’s move to the bed,”
“Wh…why—“
“I want you to ride me.”
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“I’m beat,” Conner says, sighing as he sat on Tim’s lap, he managed to labor his breathing to normalcy as he rests, practically straddling Tim on the bed, his ass was sore, hell—even his back and thighs
And he’s honestly sure that Tim’s back must hurt like hell from all the scratching Conner had done (oops)
He sees Tim almost completely dozing off till Conner makes an effort to get off his lap,
Tim then places his hands on Kon’s hips,
“Oh my Rao, was fucking me the other alternative to make you tired and sleepy?” Conner asks, almost chuckling
Tim laughs lightly at that, shifting a little bit so Conner can rest comfortably on him instead..
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Comfortable silence enveloped the two not until Tim broke it
“You know,” he started
Tim eyes Conner’s stomach then brought his hand to press just ontop of his pelvis, dragging it to the top of his belly and caressing softly
“If you had the biology to get pregnant, I’ll knock you up full,” he ends, unashamed
“Oh Jesus christ, Tim.” Conner replies breathlessly at the thought.