FILL - Unmasked (2/3)salmon_pinkAugust 2 2011, 20:09:27 UTC
Evil fucking Robin, and maybe he’ll be looking for a costume change too, something to reflect his newfound villain status. Cissie said something about evil chicks needing more cleavage and what’s the male equivalent of that? Collar that opens down to his navel maybe, except that didn’t look so much evil as it did hysterical on Nightwing. A little slutty, yeah, but hysterical too, and evil Robin is totally going to want to be taken seriously. Or maybe he’ll show more leg, because Kon’s seen some of those older Robin costumes, and if he has to fight Robin when the bastard is wearing green fucking panties then the world should probably just give up and surrender because Kon totally isn’t going to be able to save it.
And he’s right back to not fair, and he’s wet, so damn wet, cock leaking at the idea of all that naked thigh, and he needs to stop thinking about that, damp spatter as he spurts a little against the floor. But it’s not enough, he’s not there yet, even though he really wants to be. Because he can’t move his hand, and his fingers are slick which is just making everything that much more of a tease. He needs a better grip, but his hand refuses to obey him. Needs green gloves, shit, touching him, hard enough to make him feel it, and it’s like he’s torturing himself and he can’t stop. Evil Robin is totally going to be all about the torture, Kon’s sure of it, and it’s going to be the good kind, got to be the good kind. Knowing just what he does to Kon because he has to know, he knows everything, he has to know.
Oh crap, the world is so doomed.
And Kon’s just kneeling there, all his weight balanced between his knees and his damn face, and he can hear the way he’s making these soft little mewling noises, like an injured kitten or something. Rubbing his cheek a little against the floor just to feel it, dust and sweat and his hair sticking to his skin. Rocking his hips, and he wants to spread his legs for this but the suit won’t let him, tangled around his thighs. He needs those green gloves for this, gauntlets, and Robin’s probably won’t even fit him and there has to be a way to ask for some in his size. Something other than “I want to pretend it’s your hand wrapped around my dick”, especially because if he says that it would probably get scrambled on the way to his mouth, probably come out as “please wrap your hand around my dick”, needy little whimper or straight-up begging, and you’re not supposed to show your arch nemesis what your biggest weaknesses are. Because then they exploit that weakness, and Robin would know that he could pretty much get Superboy to follow him down the road to evil if he grabbed Kon between his legs. Grabbed hard, and maybe Kon could be his sex slave or something, Princess Leia style.
Kon would totally wear a gold bikini for Robin, and the world is so so doomed.
FILL - Unmasked (3/3)salmon_pinkAugust 2 2011, 20:11:09 UTC
He’d sit at Robin’s feet and occasionally Robin would show him images of all the villainous things he’s been doing and then Kon would have to get angry and shout a lot and Robin would have to bend Kon over his throne, because evil Robin is totally going to have a throne, and shit no. No, no, but yes, because Kon’s groaning, feet scraping behind him as he bucks forward, twitching and pulsing and spilling over the floor, and for a moment everything turns white and buzzes inside his head.
This is it. ‘Operation: Make Kon’s brain explode inside his skull’ is complete and there’s nobody to stand against evil Robin or even be his sex slave.
Only maybe his brain is still there, even if it does feel like it’s currently eighty percent liquid. But there are thoughts, or at least some vague semblance of comprehension, and Kon is at least aware that his spine does not like the position it’s currently in. And that he feels kind of gross, dirty and sweaty and sticky, and really damn good. He could probably use a shower, and maybe if he waits long enough he could jerk off again, jerk off properly, not just thrust into air and his too-loose fist.
And Robin is out there, somewhere in the resort, and it’s entirely possible that Kon is the only one who’s figured out that Robin is now the Bad Guy. And maybe Robin’s just wandering around not wearing his mask, and his face is maybe naked (blue eyes) and Kon should probably be keeping an eye on him and making sure Robin can see that his first attempt to kill Kon totally failed.
He sits back on his heels, feeling the already-familiar pang of longing for his TTK because actually using his muscles is a little difficult when they feel like heated marshmallow. But he has to go see Robin, for the sake of the world or something; his brain is still at about seventy-five percent liquid so the finer details aren’t quite coming together the way they should.
Only his suit is still around his thighs in this twisty mess of stretched out fabric and impossibility.
Damn, he needs a uniform change. Maybe he should let Robin design it, see how long it takes him to suggest the gold bikini. That seems like a fairly accurate way of judging just how far down the path of darkness Robin has already gone…
Re: FILL - Unmasked (3/3)salmon_pinkSeptember 5 2011, 08:32:49 UTC
You keep an eye on him, Kon. And your enemies closer, right?
This is so hilarious and adorable and I don't even ship Tim/Kon, but I'd read Kon twisting his brain around Robin's newly naked face and working himself to a frenzy/orgasm over evil Robin pwning him every day. Awesome, awesome voice.
Re: FILL - Unmasked (3/3)salmon_pinkSeptember 6 2011, 23:57:22 UTC
Thank you so much, glad you liked the fic! Kon's voice is, like, criminally fun to write in, and writing that voice when Kon's all turned on and confused is the writing equivalent of cake and ice cream to me. XD
Re: FILL - Unmasked (3/3)a_loaded_dieSeptember 22 2011, 05:03:22 UTC
Absolutely! considering the files he's got on everyone and his best friends probably wouldn't be able to hurt him cause it's their Tim. Granted, an evil Tim, but still Tim!
And he’s right back to not fair, and he’s wet, so damn wet, cock leaking at the idea of all that naked thigh, and he needs to stop thinking about that, damp spatter as he spurts a little against the floor. But it’s not enough, he’s not there yet, even though he really wants to be. Because he can’t move his hand, and his fingers are slick which is just making everything that much more of a tease. He needs a better grip, but his hand refuses to obey him. Needs green gloves, shit, touching him, hard enough to make him feel it, and it’s like he’s torturing himself and he can’t stop. Evil Robin is totally going to be all about the torture, Kon’s sure of it, and it’s going to be the good kind, got to be the good kind. Knowing just what he does to Kon because he has to know, he knows everything, he has to know.
Oh crap, the world is so doomed.
And Kon’s just kneeling there, all his weight balanced between his knees and his damn face, and he can hear the way he’s making these soft little mewling noises, like an injured kitten or something. Rubbing his cheek a little against the floor just to feel it, dust and sweat and his hair sticking to his skin. Rocking his hips, and he wants to spread his legs for this but the suit won’t let him, tangled around his thighs. He needs those green gloves for this, gauntlets, and Robin’s probably won’t even fit him and there has to be a way to ask for some in his size. Something other than “I want to pretend it’s your hand wrapped around my dick”, especially because if he says that it would probably get scrambled on the way to his mouth, probably come out as “please wrap your hand around my dick”, needy little whimper or straight-up begging, and you’re not supposed to show your arch nemesis what your biggest weaknesses are. Because then they exploit that weakness, and Robin would know that he could pretty much get Superboy to follow him down the road to evil if he grabbed Kon between his legs. Grabbed hard, and maybe Kon could be his sex slave or something, Princess Leia style.
Kon would totally wear a gold bikini for Robin, and the world is so so doomed.
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This is it. ‘Operation: Make Kon’s brain explode inside his skull’ is complete and there’s nobody to stand against evil Robin or even be his sex slave.
Only maybe his brain is still there, even if it does feel like it’s currently eighty percent liquid. But there are thoughts, or at least some vague semblance of comprehension, and Kon is at least aware that his spine does not like the position it’s currently in. And that he feels kind of gross, dirty and sweaty and sticky, and really damn good. He could probably use a shower, and maybe if he waits long enough he could jerk off again, jerk off properly, not just thrust into air and his too-loose fist.
And Robin is out there, somewhere in the resort, and it’s entirely possible that Kon is the only one who’s figured out that Robin is now the Bad Guy. And maybe Robin’s just wandering around not wearing his mask, and his face is maybe naked (blue eyes) and Kon should probably be keeping an eye on him and making sure Robin can see that his first attempt to kill Kon totally failed.
He sits back on his heels, feeling the already-familiar pang of longing for his TTK because actually using his muscles is a little difficult when they feel like heated marshmallow. But he has to go see Robin, for the sake of the world or something; his brain is still at about seventy-five percent liquid so the finer details aren’t quite coming together the way they should.
Only his suit is still around his thighs in this twisty mess of stretched out fabric and impossibility.
Damn, he needs a uniform change. Maybe he should let Robin design it, see how long it takes him to suggest the gold bikini. That seems like a fairly accurate way of judging just how far down the path of darkness Robin has already gone…
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This is so hilarious and adorable and I don't even ship Tim/Kon, but I'd read Kon twisting his brain around Robin's newly naked face and working himself to a frenzy/orgasm over evil Robin pwning him every day. Awesome, awesome voice.
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