Fic: Champagne High, Batverse/Teen Titans, Tim/Kon, NC-17, 1/1
Another boring WayneTech party causes Tim to take dive into the champagne. When Kon comes to ‘rescue’ him, he’s slightly drunk, and decides to dive into his rescuer.
Champagne High
The party was in full swing by ten in the evening. Another WayneTech charity event, it was full of too-pretty people in oh-so-expensive clothes, trading thinly veiled but oh-so-sharp verbal barbs underneath the cover of oh-so-polite words.
Tim had been there since the party started at eight-thirty, and he was bored out of his skull. But at least the waiters were kind enough to keep refilling his champagne flute, even if he wasn’t quite legal.
He was, after all, Bruce Wayne’s son. The same Bruce Wayne that had people who had people to sign their paychecks.
Swallowing down what had to have been at least his fourth glass of champagne, Tim tried to stifled a hiccup along with a bout of giggles. The hiccups were stopped, but he was unsuccessful at stopping his laughter.
Maybe he shouldn’t have drunk so much champagne; he was getting tipsy.
As that thought entered his mind, Tim found himself tipping to the side, almost tripping over his feet and he made his way to a balcony for some fresh air. Clutching his nearly-empty glass, he carefully threaded his way through the mingling clusters of people, skirting around the dance floor, and sighed with relief as he exited the party, feeling the cool air caress his skin.
He was grateful to Bruce for taking him in, of course, but sometimes he wished being the ‘newest Wayne heir’ didn’t involve attending so many society events.
“Getting bored?” a familiar voice asked from above him.
Tim blinked and tilted his head back until he was staring straight up - and straight into the eyes of his best friend. “Long past,” he agreed.
Kon smirked at him and touched down on the balcony. “What are you doing here?” Tim had to ask, though he couldn’t help the smile.
“Rescuing you,” Kon replied with a quicksilver grin. “From a fate worse than death, apparently.”
More giggles. “It’s not quite that bad,” Tim argued.
“Oh, really?” Kon asked with a raise of his brow. He’d been doing that a lot, ever since he’d perfected raising just one eyebrow, a la Mr. Spock. He refused to admit he’d spent three months practicing it because Tim could do it.
Tim had refused to admit he did it because it drove Kon nuts that he couldn’t. “Yes, really. There’s…well, there’s champagne.” He proffered his still half-full glass. Or… Tim squinted at his champagne flute. Actually, it was only a quarter of the way full, so it was mostly empty.
Kon’s hand grasped his elbow, and it was only then that Tim realized he’d been listing to the side. “You are so totally drunk, aren’t you, Rob?” Kon’s voice was caught between amusement and shock.
Tim swallowed back another giggle. “And what if I was?” he asked, trying to sound imperious and ending up sounding childishly miffed. He left the immaturity in the dust when he fluttered his eyelashes up at his ‘rescuer’ and flirted, “Would you take advantage of me…Superboy?” One finger on his left hand traced the ‘S’ over Kon’s chest. It was only then that Tim took in that Kon was dressed for the party inside: pressed black dress pants, starched white shirt with the top three two buttons undone, exposing his T-shirt, and no tie. It was still not as formal as everyone else was wearing, but as a teenager, he wouldn’t look entirely out of place. Especially accosting another teenager on the balcony.
“If you want me to, it can hardly be called ‘taking advantage,’ now can it?” Kon asked, in a very reasonable tone of voice. It was out of place, considering the situation, especially when Tim felt the ground leave his feet behind as Kon took to the air.
“Probably not,” Tim agreed, slightly breathless as he watched the world fall away beneath them. Vertigo washed over him, but thankfully not nausea, and it seemed like no time at all before they were descending towards the window of his room at the Manor: the one Tim always left ‘unlocked’ - well, with locks that didn’t require a key, per se - so Kon could get in if he wasn’t there to let him in.
It was a good thing, too, because Tim didn’t actually know if he had the keys to the front door with him. Bruce was still at the party, and Alfred was undoubtedly doing whatever gentlemen’s gentlemen did after they’d driven their charges to their destination and were waiting to drive them back home. Play gin rummy or bridge with the other drivers, maybe.
Tim’s random train of thought about what elderly personal assistants did in their entirely uncopius spare time was derailed when Kon let him fall the two feet to his bed. He landed in a completely undignified position, legs and arms splayed out across the now-rumpled bedspread. He stared up at Kon, feeling a frown form on his face as his ire was riled.
The soft, sensual smile that curved Kon’s lips neatly nipped his anger in the bud. “You’re so hot like that, Tim,” Kon said as he descended to the bed to lightly straddle Tim’s thighs.
“I am?” Tim asked, licking suddenly dry lips.
Kon flashed him a grin. “Oh, yeah.” Then the grin was gone as his lips caught Tim’s, tongue delving between both sets to stroke Tim’s with fiery intent.
Tim found himself moaning into Kon’s mouth before he even realized he was kissing his lover back. Kon sucked on his tongue, biting it lightly before letting it go. Tim returned the favor with Kon’s lower lip, feeling the other teen shudder against him, their hardening cocks pressing together between their clothing.
Tim was so caught up in trading kisses with his boyfriend, he didn’t even notice when his clothing started to disappear, seemingly as if by magic. When he ground up against Kon and didn’t feel any barriers between his cock and Kon’s, however, he took note of their respective states of nakedness. His tuxedo had taken him ten minutes to get into; he had no doubt that it had taken less than one for Kon to get him out of it.
Kon’s tactile telekinesis was really handy. And Tim was really horny.
“God, Kon, I want you…” Tim gasped out on a moan, clutching at Kon, trying to get closer to him.
“Me too,” Kon agreed, voice low and almost a growl as he did the same.
Kon’s hands grasped his, and flowed up his arms, over his shoulders and down his back, until they came to rest on his ass. Then his hands started kneading each cheek, in rhythm with the sucking kisses he placed across Tim’s collarbone. Tim moaned and rocked into Kon, feeling his erection stroking against Kon’s; the sensation was maddening, and he wanted more.
Kon, perversely was taking things slow. His tongue tickled along Tim’s supranasternum, and Tim gasped. The thought had barely even crossed his mind before the words slipped unbidden from his lips. “It feels really good when you do that.”
He felt Kon’s grin against his chest and blushed. “Yeah?”
Tim swallowed down his inane embarrassment and nodded. “Yeah.” Bare skin felt better than ever, and it must have been the champagne going to his head, but everything had taken on a somewhat dreamy quality, hard edges blunted, sensations diffused but also lengthened.
Placing light nibbles and a few harder bites across the area, Kon seemed to revel in the noises Tim made. When he’d finally given Tim a ‘purple necklace’ of hickey-like marks, he sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork.
“Kon…” Tim pleaded.
“Yeah, Tim?” Kon gave him a look that would have been almost guileless, if it wasn’t for the spark of mischief hidden in his eyes.
Tim gathered together his scattered wits, and, tamping down on his embarrassment, said, “Fuck me, Kon, please.” He’d been able to control his nerves enough to get the words out with some degree of coherency, but he couldn’t manage to stave off the flush that had undoubtedly worked its way down from his face to his chest.
Maybe it was due to Kon’s alien heritage, or just the heat of the moment, but Tim swore he saw Kon’s eyes actually dilate and darken, the pupils blown wide with arousal at his entreaty. “Hell, yeah,” he said, and pushed Tim back on the bed. Almost instinctively Tim felt his legs spread as Kon settled between them.
Kon’s left hand kneaded his shoulders, stroking down his chest, tweaking his left nipple in passing as he headed for Tim’s waist. Kon swirled the fingers of his right hand around the inside of Tim’s bellybutton a few times until Tim’s breath hitched in his throat and he let out a low moan.
Tim’s cock was aching, bobbing obscenely a few inches away from Kon’s hands. He wanted those hands on him.
Kon sent him a playful smirk and his hands went lower, bypassing his cock. His left hand cupped Tim’s balls, rolling them teasingly inside the sac until Tim felt like his eyes had crossed. The fingers of his right hand started making those same swirling motions that it had made inside his bellybutton around the head of his cock, but feather-light and frustrating.
Tim whimpered and bucked up against the tight hold Kon’s TTK had on him. He’d always found it odd that sexual pleasure was always accompanied by this need to move, when staying still made the sensation heighten. Kon’s powers were uniquely useful in overriding that need.
Another need, the need to come, surged up inside him, but about a minute before it become not only urgent but also imminent, Kon stopped teasing him.
The whimper Tim let out this time was of a different sort. When he stopped gasping for breath, he realized that Kon had two fingers inside him. He didn’t know when Kon had gotten the lube out of the drawer. He also didn’t know when Kon started stretching, but he felt plenty slick already so Kon must have been at it for a few minutes.
Tim’s hips rolled up in protest as Kon’s hand left. Then the hand returned, coming back with more lube on three fingers. The fingers curved and corkscrewed inside him, scraping softly against his prostate and making Tim let out a moan that wouldn’t have been out of place in a B-grade porno.
His face was hotter than the sun, his body not much cooler, his cock weeping drops of pre-ejaculate onto his stomach in the same rhythm as Kon’s fingers were fucking him. Tim was about to go out of his mind with the need to come when Kon drew his fingers out.
“You ready?” Kon asked, not waiting for an answer before he slid the condom on.
“You’re kidding, right?” Tim shot back, gasping out each word between pants. “If I were any more ready, this’d be over already.”
Kon’s grin was more than half a leer, eyes bright with anticipation as he settled between Tim’s spread, and more than slightly sweaty, thighs. “Wouldn’t want that,” he said in a husky voice, tugging firmly on Tim’s balls.
Tim winced, letting out a whimper as the ache in his cock receded somewhat. “Kon…” he said, half-warning, half-pleading.
“I’ve got you,” Kon said, and Tim jerked as he felt the tip of Kon’s cock against his slickened hole. Then Kon did have him, sliding in slowly and surely, until he was all the way in.
Tim’s breath had caught in his throat as Kon started penetrating him, but just as had been the case the whole night, everything felt good. Even the expected burn of penetration was blunted, lending a spicy sharpness as counterpoint to the dull pleasure of Kon’s cock pressing against his prostate.
It wasn’t that being on the bottom had ever hurt, really, but it had always been more than a bit uncomfortable at first.
He and Kon had been together ever since Kon had woken up from the death-like coma he’d fallen into after saving the world. In the aftermath of everything that had happened - and Cassie’s slowly-simmering anger after Kon had broken up with her - they’d mutually decided to take things slow. Even eight months after they’d gotten together, they’d only recently started having sex, and had only done this specific act a handful of times. Tim had never been this relaxed before. He’d tried to loosen up when they were together, but forcing oneself to relax was a contradiction in terms.
Getting drunk apparently worked, however. Tim would remember that for future encounters.
The quiet slap of Kon’s balls against his ass echoed through the room in time with their sweaty pants. The sound was almost obscene in the quiet of the room, and it might have been the champagne, or even just how good it felt to be fucked like that, but Tim’s face heated up again. He wondered if it would be possible for him to ever have sex this good without blushing; he’d never blushed before, but it had never been nearly this good before, either.
The soft pressure of nothingness lifted Tim up, tilting his hips so Kon could press even deeper inside him, and Tim couldn’t remember how to breathe, let alone anything else. He let out a pained-sounding groan and forced his eyes open so he could look at his lover.
Kon’s face looked flushed in the moonlight from the window, jaw set against the rhythm of his thrusts into Tim’s body. His eyes sparkled brighter than the stars with lust as he watched Tim writhe beneath him.
And Tim did writhe, yearning and straining for the orgasm that had been denied him for over twenty minutes. Tim knew he wouldn’t last long, and while part of him wanted to bring Kon over with him, the rest of him wanted to know what it would feel like to have Kon fuck him during the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“God, you’re so hot like this…” Kon murmured, the hand he wasn’t using to brace himself with trailing down over his chest. He used two fingers to tweak Tim’s nipples, smiling a little at the gasp the action made Tim let out.
“Oh, God… Kon…” Tim pleaded.
“What do you want, Tim?” Kon asked through teeth gritted against the pleasure he was feeling.
Tim arched up, back bowed, trying and failing to get some friction against his aching cock. Drunk on both pleasure and champagne, it was nearly impossible to think. All Tim knew was that he wanted to come, needed to come. “Come, I want to…” The hungry look on Kon’s face made him falter, and then annoyance rose up. “Just freakin’ touch me!” he demanded, unusually vocal. It must have been the champagne, lowering his inhibitions.
Grinning, Kon reached down, feathering soft fingers across the head of Tim’s cock. “Oh, I can do that…” he promised.
And ‘do that’ he did, gripping Tim’s cock with his free hand, using firm, purposeful strokes to drive Tim crazy. And then, on top of that, Kon added in some TTK tricks. A few of them were old favorites that were guaranteed to drive Tim crazy; some were new, and drove Tim crazier.
Tim’s head was swimming and he found it hard to breathe as his orgasm approached with the speed of a bullet train. “Kon…” he gasped, voice tight with need.
“Yeah, that’s it…” Kon said in a slurred voice, eyes bright and wild as he continued to dually stimulate Tim, his hand stroking Tim’s cock in counterpoint to the thrusts he was giving to Tim’s prostate. Not to mention what his TTK was doing to Tim all over. “C’mon, Tim…”
Letting out a hiccupping sob, Tim pushed up into Kon’s oh-so-perfect grip one final time and let go, falling into an abyss of blinding pleasure as he came harder than he could ever remember coming before.
It definitely had to be the champagne. That was the only thought Tim found himself capable of as he lay there on the bed panting beneath Kon’s thrusting form, watching Kon’s face contort with pleasure as he worked himself towards his own orgasm. Kon’s TTK worked almost on autopilot, still teasing Tim’s spent cock and sending aftershocks of pleasure up and down Tim’s spine.
Tim watched Kon through pleasure-heavy eyelids as his lover thrust into him one final time, rubbing across his prostate as he finally found his release inside of Tim’s body, before toppling over to the side.
After they both caught their breath, and came down from the high their orgasms had rocketed them to, Kon pulled Tim into his arms and grinned drowsily at him.
A lazy grin of his own came over Tim’s face as he snuggled closer to his lover. When Kon smiled at him like that, Tim felt something like champagne bubbles fluttering around in his stomach like the proverbial butterflies.
He liked it.
Champagne High
The party was in full swing by ten in the evening. Another WayneTech charity event, it was full of too-pretty people in oh-so-expensive clothes, trading thinly veiled but oh-so-sharp verbal barbs underneath the cover of oh-so-polite words.
Tim had been there since the party started at eight-thirty, and he was bored out of his skull. But at least the waiters were kind enough to keep refilling his champagne flute, even if he wasn’t quite legal.
He was, after all, Bruce Wayne’s son. The same Bruce Wayne that had people who had people to sign their paychecks.
Swallowing down what had to have been at least his fourth glass of champagne, Tim tried to stifled a hiccup along with a bout of giggles. The hiccups were stopped, but he was unsuccessful at stopping his laughter.
Maybe he shouldn’t have drunk so much champagne; he was getting tipsy.
As that thought entered his mind, Tim found himself tipping to the side, almost tripping over his feet and he made his way to a balcony for some fresh air. Clutching his nearly-empty glass, he carefully threaded his way through the mingling clusters of people, skirting around the dance floor, and sighed with relief as he exited the party, feeling the cool air caress his skin.
He was grateful to Bruce for taking him in, of course, but sometimes he wished being the ‘newest Wayne heir’ didn’t involve attending so many society events.
“Getting bored?” a familiar voice asked from above him.
Tim blinked and tilted his head back until he was staring straight up - and straight into the eyes of his best friend. “Long past,” he agreed.
Kon smirked at him and touched down on the balcony. “What are you doing here?” Tim had to ask, though he couldn’t help the smile.
“Rescuing you,” Kon replied with a quicksilver grin. “From a fate worse than death, apparently.”
More giggles. “It’s not quite that bad,” Tim argued.
“Oh, really?” Kon asked with a raise of his brow. He’d been doing that a lot, ever since he’d perfected raising just one eyebrow, a la Mr. Spock. He refused to admit he’d spent three months practicing it because Tim could do it.
Tim had refused to admit he did it because it drove Kon nuts that he couldn’t. “Yes, really. There’s…well, there’s champagne.” He proffered his still half-full glass. Or… Tim squinted at his champagne flute. Actually, it was only a quarter of the way full, so it was mostly empty.
Kon’s hand grasped his elbow, and it was only then that Tim realized he’d been listing to the side. “You are so totally drunk, aren’t you, Rob?” Kon’s voice was caught between amusement and shock.
Tim swallowed back another giggle. “And what if I was?” he asked, trying to sound imperious and ending up sounding childishly miffed. He left the immaturity in the dust when he fluttered his eyelashes up at his ‘rescuer’ and flirted, “Would you take advantage of me…Superboy?” One finger on his left hand traced the ‘S’ over Kon’s chest. It was only then that Tim took in that Kon was dressed for the party inside: pressed black dress pants, starched white shirt with the top three two buttons undone, exposing his T-shirt, and no tie. It was still not as formal as everyone else was wearing, but as a teenager, he wouldn’t look entirely out of place. Especially accosting another teenager on the balcony.
“If you want me to, it can hardly be called ‘taking advantage,’ now can it?” Kon asked, in a very reasonable tone of voice. It was out of place, considering the situation, especially when Tim felt the ground leave his feet behind as Kon took to the air.
“Probably not,” Tim agreed, slightly breathless as he watched the world fall away beneath them. Vertigo washed over him, but thankfully not nausea, and it seemed like no time at all before they were descending towards the window of his room at the Manor: the one Tim always left ‘unlocked’ - well, with locks that didn’t require a key, per se - so Kon could get in if he wasn’t there to let him in.
It was a good thing, too, because Tim didn’t actually know if he had the keys to the front door with him. Bruce was still at the party, and Alfred was undoubtedly doing whatever gentlemen’s gentlemen did after they’d driven their charges to their destination and were waiting to drive them back home. Play gin rummy or bridge with the other drivers, maybe.
Tim’s random train of thought about what elderly personal assistants did in their entirely uncopius spare time was derailed when Kon let him fall the two feet to his bed. He landed in a completely undignified position, legs and arms splayed out across the now-rumpled bedspread. He stared up at Kon, feeling a frown form on his face as his ire was riled.
The soft, sensual smile that curved Kon’s lips neatly nipped his anger in the bud. “You’re so hot like that, Tim,” Kon said as he descended to the bed to lightly straddle Tim’s thighs.
“I am?” Tim asked, licking suddenly dry lips.
Kon flashed him a grin. “Oh, yeah.” Then the grin was gone as his lips caught Tim’s, tongue delving between both sets to stroke Tim’s with fiery intent.
Tim found himself moaning into Kon’s mouth before he even realized he was kissing his lover back. Kon sucked on his tongue, biting it lightly before letting it go. Tim returned the favor with Kon’s lower lip, feeling the other teen shudder against him, their hardening cocks pressing together between their clothing.
Tim was so caught up in trading kisses with his boyfriend, he didn’t even notice when his clothing started to disappear, seemingly as if by magic. When he ground up against Kon and didn’t feel any barriers between his cock and Kon’s, however, he took note of their respective states of nakedness. His tuxedo had taken him ten minutes to get into; he had no doubt that it had taken less than one for Kon to get him out of it.
Kon’s tactile telekinesis was really handy. And Tim was really horny.
“God, Kon, I want you…” Tim gasped out on a moan, clutching at Kon, trying to get closer to him.
“Me too,” Kon agreed, voice low and almost a growl as he did the same.
Kon’s hands grasped his, and flowed up his arms, over his shoulders and down his back, until they came to rest on his ass. Then his hands started kneading each cheek, in rhythm with the sucking kisses he placed across Tim’s collarbone. Tim moaned and rocked into Kon, feeling his erection stroking against Kon’s; the sensation was maddening, and he wanted more.
Kon, perversely was taking things slow. His tongue tickled along Tim’s supranasternum, and Tim gasped. The thought had barely even crossed his mind before the words slipped unbidden from his lips. “It feels really good when you do that.”
He felt Kon’s grin against his chest and blushed. “Yeah?”
Tim swallowed down his inane embarrassment and nodded. “Yeah.” Bare skin felt better than ever, and it must have been the champagne going to his head, but everything had taken on a somewhat dreamy quality, hard edges blunted, sensations diffused but also lengthened.
Placing light nibbles and a few harder bites across the area, Kon seemed to revel in the noises Tim made. When he’d finally given Tim a ‘purple necklace’ of hickey-like marks, he sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork.
“Kon…” Tim pleaded.
“Yeah, Tim?” Kon gave him a look that would have been almost guileless, if it wasn’t for the spark of mischief hidden in his eyes.
Tim gathered together his scattered wits, and, tamping down on his embarrassment, said, “Fuck me, Kon, please.” He’d been able to control his nerves enough to get the words out with some degree of coherency, but he couldn’t manage to stave off the flush that had undoubtedly worked its way down from his face to his chest.
Maybe it was due to Kon’s alien heritage, or just the heat of the moment, but Tim swore he saw Kon’s eyes actually dilate and darken, the pupils blown wide with arousal at his entreaty. “Hell, yeah,” he said, and pushed Tim back on the bed. Almost instinctively Tim felt his legs spread as Kon settled between them.
Kon’s left hand kneaded his shoulders, stroking down his chest, tweaking his left nipple in passing as he headed for Tim’s waist. Kon swirled the fingers of his right hand around the inside of Tim’s bellybutton a few times until Tim’s breath hitched in his throat and he let out a low moan.
Tim’s cock was aching, bobbing obscenely a few inches away from Kon’s hands. He wanted those hands on him.
Kon sent him a playful smirk and his hands went lower, bypassing his cock. His left hand cupped Tim’s balls, rolling them teasingly inside the sac until Tim felt like his eyes had crossed. The fingers of his right hand started making those same swirling motions that it had made inside his bellybutton around the head of his cock, but feather-light and frustrating.
Tim whimpered and bucked up against the tight hold Kon’s TTK had on him. He’d always found it odd that sexual pleasure was always accompanied by this need to move, when staying still made the sensation heighten. Kon’s powers were uniquely useful in overriding that need.
Another need, the need to come, surged up inside him, but about a minute before it become not only urgent but also imminent, Kon stopped teasing him.
The whimper Tim let out this time was of a different sort. When he stopped gasping for breath, he realized that Kon had two fingers inside him. He didn’t know when Kon had gotten the lube out of the drawer. He also didn’t know when Kon started stretching, but he felt plenty slick already so Kon must have been at it for a few minutes.
Tim’s hips rolled up in protest as Kon’s hand left. Then the hand returned, coming back with more lube on three fingers. The fingers curved and corkscrewed inside him, scraping softly against his prostate and making Tim let out a moan that wouldn’t have been out of place in a B-grade porno.
His face was hotter than the sun, his body not much cooler, his cock weeping drops of pre-ejaculate onto his stomach in the same rhythm as Kon’s fingers were fucking him. Tim was about to go out of his mind with the need to come when Kon drew his fingers out.
“You ready?” Kon asked, not waiting for an answer before he slid the condom on.
“You’re kidding, right?” Tim shot back, gasping out each word between pants. “If I were any more ready, this’d be over already.”
Kon’s grin was more than half a leer, eyes bright with anticipation as he settled between Tim’s spread, and more than slightly sweaty, thighs. “Wouldn’t want that,” he said in a husky voice, tugging firmly on Tim’s balls.
Tim winced, letting out a whimper as the ache in his cock receded somewhat. “Kon…” he said, half-warning, half-pleading.
“I’ve got you,” Kon said, and Tim jerked as he felt the tip of Kon’s cock against his slickened hole. Then Kon did have him, sliding in slowly and surely, until he was all the way in.
Tim’s breath had caught in his throat as Kon started penetrating him, but just as had been the case the whole night, everything felt good. Even the expected burn of penetration was blunted, lending a spicy sharpness as counterpoint to the dull pleasure of Kon’s cock pressing against his prostate.
It wasn’t that being on the bottom had ever hurt, really, but it had always been more than a bit uncomfortable at first.
He and Kon had been together ever since Kon had woken up from the death-like coma he’d fallen into after saving the world. In the aftermath of everything that had happened - and Cassie’s slowly-simmering anger after Kon had broken up with her - they’d mutually decided to take things slow. Even eight months after they’d gotten together, they’d only recently started having sex, and had only done this specific act a handful of times. Tim had never been this relaxed before. He’d tried to loosen up when they were together, but forcing oneself to relax was a contradiction in terms.
Getting drunk apparently worked, however. Tim would remember that for future encounters.
The quiet slap of Kon’s balls against his ass echoed through the room in time with their sweaty pants. The sound was almost obscene in the quiet of the room, and it might have been the champagne, or even just how good it felt to be fucked like that, but Tim’s face heated up again. He wondered if it would be possible for him to ever have sex this good without blushing; he’d never blushed before, but it had never been nearly this good before, either.
The soft pressure of nothingness lifted Tim up, tilting his hips so Kon could press even deeper inside him, and Tim couldn’t remember how to breathe, let alone anything else. He let out a pained-sounding groan and forced his eyes open so he could look at his lover.
Kon’s face looked flushed in the moonlight from the window, jaw set against the rhythm of his thrusts into Tim’s body. His eyes sparkled brighter than the stars with lust as he watched Tim writhe beneath him.
And Tim did writhe, yearning and straining for the orgasm that had been denied him for over twenty minutes. Tim knew he wouldn’t last long, and while part of him wanted to bring Kon over with him, the rest of him wanted to know what it would feel like to have Kon fuck him during the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“God, you’re so hot like this…” Kon murmured, the hand he wasn’t using to brace himself with trailing down over his chest. He used two fingers to tweak Tim’s nipples, smiling a little at the gasp the action made Tim let out.
“Oh, God… Kon…” Tim pleaded.
“What do you want, Tim?” Kon asked through teeth gritted against the pleasure he was feeling.
Tim arched up, back bowed, trying and failing to get some friction against his aching cock. Drunk on both pleasure and champagne, it was nearly impossible to think. All Tim knew was that he wanted to come, needed to come. “Come, I want to…” The hungry look on Kon’s face made him falter, and then annoyance rose up. “Just freakin’ touch me!” he demanded, unusually vocal. It must have been the champagne, lowering his inhibitions.
Grinning, Kon reached down, feathering soft fingers across the head of Tim’s cock. “Oh, I can do that…” he promised.
And ‘do that’ he did, gripping Tim’s cock with his free hand, using firm, purposeful strokes to drive Tim crazy. And then, on top of that, Kon added in some TTK tricks. A few of them were old favorites that were guaranteed to drive Tim crazy; some were new, and drove Tim crazier.
Tim’s head was swimming and he found it hard to breathe as his orgasm approached with the speed of a bullet train. “Kon…” he gasped, voice tight with need.
“Yeah, that’s it…” Kon said in a slurred voice, eyes bright and wild as he continued to dually stimulate Tim, his hand stroking Tim’s cock in counterpoint to the thrusts he was giving to Tim’s prostate. Not to mention what his TTK was doing to Tim all over. “C’mon, Tim…”
Letting out a hiccupping sob, Tim pushed up into Kon’s oh-so-perfect grip one final time and let go, falling into an abyss of blinding pleasure as he came harder than he could ever remember coming before.
It definitely had to be the champagne. That was the only thought Tim found himself capable of as he lay there on the bed panting beneath Kon’s thrusting form, watching Kon’s face contort with pleasure as he worked himself towards his own orgasm. Kon’s TTK worked almost on autopilot, still teasing Tim’s spent cock and sending aftershocks of pleasure up and down Tim’s spine.
Tim watched Kon through pleasure-heavy eyelids as his lover thrust into him one final time, rubbing across his prostate as he finally found his release inside of Tim’s body, before toppling over to the side.
After they both caught their breath, and came down from the high their orgasms had rocketed them to, Kon pulled Tim into his arms and grinned drowsily at him.
A lazy grin of his own came over Tim’s face as he snuggled closer to his lover. When Kon smiled at him like that, Tim felt something like champagne bubbles fluttering around in his stomach like the proverbial butterflies.
He liked it.