Fic: Occupations, Batverse/Young Justice, Tim/Kon, PG-13, 1/1
Tim has patrol. Kon has other plans for their time.
Occupations
Talking while his mouth is occupied is really a whole to easier when the occupier of his mouth is food, Tim thinks.
Though Kon is making those little ‘mmm-ing’ sounds like he does when he eats a really good piece of chocolate.
Tim fails to push Kon away from him, instead leaning back against - and on - the short wall edging the building. The fact that his head is inches away from going over doesn’t even cross his mind, though the rough concrete abrading the back of his neck does register on some level. Some level below the pleasure Kon is currently bringing him.
“You really-” Tim gasps and reflexively arches into Kon’s bite at his neck, “-need to not interrupt me on patrooo-ool!”
Kon has a biting fetish. The tendons in Tim’s neck are especially sensitive. This adds up to a brain-melting sensation that makes Tim’s jock feel like cruel torture instead of extremely necessary protection for his night-job.
Kon pulls back and grins at him, cocky as ever. Tim can’t help a swallow as he sees that that stupid-looking ‘flavor-saver’ of Kon’s is wet with their combined saliva. “Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop,” he says, the warm air of his breath hitting him in the nose with the faint smell of sassafras from those candies Kon likes.
Tim can’t really tell Kon that, not without outright lying. But… “You do realize Oracle has cameras all over the city, right?” he says between pants.
Kon blinks. His face reddens, and his eyes go wide as he looks around them both, before he visibly calms himself with the breathing technique Tim spent half an hour trying - and ultimately failing - to teach Bart several weeks ago when the speedster expressed an interest in learning how to meditate. Then, surreally, Kon looks like he’s thinking; surreally, because according to Kon, Tim always thinks too much, especially during their makeout sessions.
Also, Tim’s cock is aching, and it takes a great deal of Bat-trained willpower not to try and hump Kon’s thigh, braced deliciously as it is between his legs.
Finally, after ages - really only about fifty-two seconds - Kon nods decisively, and gets his hands back on Tim’s bared-to-the-night-air-and-most-especially-Kon’s-sight chest. “If Oracle has cameras all over, then she’s already seen us making out,” he says before kissing Tim deeply.
Tim can’t argue with that. And, with Kon’s TTK teasing his cock underneath his jock, he really doesn’t feel the need to find something else to occupy either his mouth or his mind.
Occupations
Talking while his mouth is occupied is really a whole to easier when the occupier of his mouth is food, Tim thinks.
Though Kon is making those little ‘mmm-ing’ sounds like he does when he eats a really good piece of chocolate.
Tim fails to push Kon away from him, instead leaning back against - and on - the short wall edging the building. The fact that his head is inches away from going over doesn’t even cross his mind, though the rough concrete abrading the back of his neck does register on some level. Some level below the pleasure Kon is currently bringing him.
“You really-” Tim gasps and reflexively arches into Kon’s bite at his neck, “-need to not interrupt me on patrooo-ool!”
Kon has a biting fetish. The tendons in Tim’s neck are especially sensitive. This adds up to a brain-melting sensation that makes Tim’s jock feel like cruel torture instead of extremely necessary protection for his night-job.
Kon pulls back and grins at him, cocky as ever. Tim can’t help a swallow as he sees that that stupid-looking ‘flavor-saver’ of Kon’s is wet with their combined saliva. “Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop,” he says, the warm air of his breath hitting him in the nose with the faint smell of sassafras from those candies Kon likes.
Tim can’t really tell Kon that, not without outright lying. But… “You do realize Oracle has cameras all over the city, right?” he says between pants.
Kon blinks. His face reddens, and his eyes go wide as he looks around them both, before he visibly calms himself with the breathing technique Tim spent half an hour trying - and ultimately failing - to teach Bart several weeks ago when the speedster expressed an interest in learning how to meditate. Then, surreally, Kon looks like he’s thinking; surreally, because according to Kon, Tim always thinks too much, especially during their makeout sessions.
Also, Tim’s cock is aching, and it takes a great deal of Bat-trained willpower not to try and hump Kon’s thigh, braced deliciously as it is between his legs.
Finally, after ages - really only about fifty-two seconds - Kon nods decisively, and gets his hands back on Tim’s bared-to-the-night-air-and-most-especially-Kon’s-sight chest. “If Oracle has cameras all over, then she’s already seen us making out,” he says before kissing Tim deeply.
Tim can’t argue with that. And, with Kon’s TTK teasing his cock underneath his jock, he really doesn’t feel the need to find something else to occupy either his mouth or his mind.