Fill: Strawberry 1/3
anonymous
August 20 2011, 14:32:13 UTC
So very rarely does Tim allow himself a moment’s rest. Even in the guise of Tim Drake, adopted son of Bruce Wayne and freshman at Gotham State, he can never stop the racing thoughts trailing back to his late night adventures. Robin has become far too ingrained in his psyche for him to truly be free of it, and he had tried to get that point across to Kon. So far, he’d completely failed.
Ever exuberant like a new born pup, Kon had pouted and whined and cajoled Tim until he agreed. Now, with a strawberry cone in hand, Tim could only think of the rising mob bosses and the corruption still plaguing the Gotham P.D. Absently, he stared off towards the horizon, peering through a thin outcropping of young oaks and mighty pines. The world took on an orange hue as the sun dipped further, threatening to bring the darkness within the coming hours.
“So, you know, I totally owned his ass,” Kon bragged, rambling near ceaselessly from beside Tim. “He should’ve seen it coming. But I’m totally just that good.”
Tim grunted, if only to appease Kon and shorten the conversation, if possible. He licked at his ice cream, careful to get the melting edges with the flat of his tongue. A few wayward drops escaped him and slid down the side of his hand. He grimaced at the mess and switched his cone to his other hand so he could better wipe the sticky sweet cream from his hand.
Before he could grab hold of a napkin however, Kon had snatched up his hand and cleaned Tim’s hand. So lost in his own thoughts, Tim had failed to notice Kon’s sudden silence and the rather intense stare directed towards him. Curious, Tim turned to look at Kon and snatched his hand back. What space had been between them beforehand no longer existed. In those few moments that Tim had lost himself in his thoughts, Kon had scooted closer across the bench, an eager and mischievous glow alighting his eyes.
“Kon,” Tim admonished, “cut it out. You wanted to come out here, so no funny business.”
The pout he received nearly broke Tim’s resolve, but he held strong and squared his shoulders for the whining tirade to come. When none seemed forth coming, Tim searched the crystalline depths of Kon’s eyes, he found himself to be both amused and wary as to what Kon could be planning.
A hand came up to the back of Tim’s head, drawing him closer until the tips of their noses pressed together. Kon sealed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Tim’s, all at once dominating and chaste. Tim held Kon’s gaze throughout the kiss. He merely tolerated the kiss, though he couldn’t deny enjoying it just a bit.
When they pulled apart, Kon’s fingers still woven through Tim’s locks, Tim fixed a sardonic grin upon his lips and let his tone go dry, “Can I finish my ice cream now? It’s way too hot to be doing this right now.”
What seemed like a petty excuse actually rang true. The cotton of Tim’s button down shirt clung to the contours of his chest, already damp with sweat. The slight breeze coming off the lake not far off did little to cool the air. Tim could feel the beading of sweat across the small of his back and the hollow of his throat. This year, Gotham’s weather seemed to have grown bored of the usual chilliness. So far, the summer had been brutally hot.
Kon did not relinquish his grip, nor did he back away. Instead, a smirk curled the edges of his lips and Tim could feel his stomach somersault at the site, “Well, I could do that…”
The obviously faked trail off made Tim shiver. He could only guess where this was leading and it both panicked and excited him. He responded in kind, though his tone dripped with dry amusement.
Fill: Strawberry 2/3
anonymous
August 20 2011, 14:33:57 UTC
To prove his point, Tim flattened his tongue and dragged it around the cone. Once finished, he licked absently at the cream and nibbled on a bit of a strawberry he had captured. Coyly, he looked to Kon and couldn’t help the slight quirk of his lips as he watched Kon’s jaw slacken and eyes widen. Despite their isolation, Tim still wasn’t sold on the idea of having sex in a near public place.
All at once, Tim found his equilibrium completely disrupted. He’d been eating his cone, basking in the silence and willing his thoughts to a calm state, and then the world tilted and he found himself staring out into the forest and sunset upside down. Kon still sat at his side, having obviously used his TTK for advantage. Tim scowled and made a move to sit back up but Kon’s TTK held strong and kept him pinned to the grass.
“Kon,” Tim warned, the amusement all but gone.
His warning fell on deaf ears when Kon pounced and nearly ripped Tim’s shirt off. A wave of chills skittered across his flesh and goose bumps rose. Soon, the heat set back in and he began to shiver for an entirely different reason. Kon’s hands found the soft flesh of his sides and pressed just enough to excite but not enough to harm.
Ice cream dripped liberally down Tim’s cone and onto his hand, making his digits sticky. He was about to just let his soft serve treat fall when Kon snatched it from his hand and held it stasis in the air with his TTK. Tim could do little but writhe when Kon’s lips descended on his and Kon’s heel roughly palmed the growing interest in Tim’s jeans.
When Kon pulled free, by only a few inches to allow breathing room, Tim attempted to voice his concerns but intelligent thought bled away when the first few swipes of cold trailed across his chest. His back arched viciously and Tim allowed a gasp to rip past his lips. The chill fled when Kon began to suck and lick at the trails of the melting cream he’d dotted across Tim’s chest, eyes shielded and entirely focused on the task at hand.
“K-Kon,” Tim breathed.
Kon steadily traveled lower with his lips, deviating from the paths of cream to nip at old scars and to suck on healing wounds. Tim’s hips rose of their own volition, both begging and demanding for more despite his better judgment calling for him to cease their current activities.
Though he’d been about to whisper stop, Tim held himself from uttering those words when Kon deftly popped the button of Tim’s jeans and slid the zipper down tantalizingly slow. Impatiently, Tim bucked his hips only to be chuckled at. He growled in retaliation.
“You’re so impatient,” Kon cooed, placing a kiss to Tim’s stomach and fiddling with the elastic of Tim’s shorts.
His deadly serious tone made Kon back peddle back, an intensely confused expression of innocence coloring his features. Tim could only roll his eyes and seize the back of Kon’s head to pull him into a deep kiss, his tongue skimming around the edges of Kon’s lips before pressing inside, while his other hand went to cup Kon’s, urging him to completely undress him.
The silent request met with no interference. With Tim’s hand guiding his, Kon shimmied Tim’s boxer briefs down. Tim’s arousal sprang forth as he wriggled from his undergarments. Sweat beaded across his skin and he could feel his inhibitions falling silent as Kon’s hand moved further south and pressed against the flesh just behind his balls.
The groan slipping from his lips sounded more animal like than anything.
Urgency pressed him on to raise his hips and urge Kon to go further, to own and to use Tim as Kon saw fit. Tim’s chest heaved with each breath but got caught in his throat when Kon obliged. The sensation made his nerves dance in both discomfort and familiar pleasure. He could feel the heat of Kon’s finger burying into him, going in and in until he could feel Kon’s knuckle press into his backside. Tim bucked his hips insistently, wanting more.
Fill: Strawberry 3/3
anonymous
August 20 2011, 14:35:02 UTC
Cold over took all else for a moment but the unpleasant sensation faded when a second finger joined the first. With his eyes screwed shut, Tim couldn’t quite understand the abnormalities assaulting him, though he could hazard a guess that Kon was using the remnants of his late night summer treat as make-shift lubrication. Any other time he would have protested it but right now, with the burn of Kon’s fingers moving inside him, Tim couldn’t find it in himself to call a stop to it at all. Instead, he swirled his hips and fucked himself on Kon’s fingers, more forceful than sensual.
He wanted more; needed more.
Ever caring, Kon caved to Tim’s wants and withdrew his fingers. Sitting back on his hunches, he undid his own fly and popped free his own erection. Staring down at Tim, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed, he couldn’t help himself. Kon’s hand moved steadily up and down of its own accord while his tongue snaked out to lick his lips. With the traces of ice cream splashed across the pale expanse of Tim’s flesh, Kon could hardly think let alone control himself.
Tim’s eyes opened, staring hard at Kon, “Well?”
All self control he had managed to maintain, Kon completely lost it. Both eager and hasty, he spit on his palm and slicked his arousal before he grabbed a hold of Tim’s knee and pressed the limb back. He aligned himself and glanced up once more for confirmation that he could seal the deal. Tim’s adam’s apple bobbed when he nodded his head and swallowed.
The initial thrust caused Tim to slide back across the grass and toss his head back. A silent scream whispered through the air when Kon began a slow pace, moving out and in by small increments to better allow Tim time to adjust. No protests came from Tim, though. Instead, he matched Kon’s pace and brought a hand to his mouth, and bit at the knuckles until Kon feared he would break the skin.
Tenderly, Kon took Tim’s hand and kissed the abused flesh, rocking both Tim and himself in a consistent pattern.
Tim raised his head to glare at Kon before he hissed, “Get on with it or I’m going to end it.”
All restraint ebbed in that short moment. Kon’s hold on his TTK failed and the remnants of Tim’s cone fell onto Tim’s chest. He gave Tim no time to acknowledge the folly and instead shifted himself further above Tim before he brutally slammed into him. The echoing cry of ecstasy ripped from Tim’s throat had drove Kon on. With both of Tim’s legs pressed against his chest, Kon leaned his weight forward and pounded into Tim, ignorant of the sweat that had slipped down the side of his face and the burn of his knees digging into the ground.
Again and again he drove into Tim, driving them both to the edge. He plastered himself against Tim’s chest, the remains of their dessert smeared between their chests. Their coupling reached a fever pitch when Tim’s toes curled and he yowled, his release had hit hard and mixed with the cream between their bodies. Tim clamped down on Kon’s erection, nearly milking Kon when his thrusts had became more sparodic. With a low groan, Kon found his release and, with a few sharp thrusts, he could feel his energy drain and leaned on Tim.
He got a grunt in response and Tim’s shaking arms pushed him off. He pulled out with a pop and rolled onto the grass, blind to Tim’s pleased grimace.
They layed there, side by side and still fully exposed in the newly dawned twilight. Tim’s chest rhythmically rose and fell, his heart still hammering a soothing beat in Kon’s ears. They relished in the after glow, so close they could feel one another's body heat in the growing chill. Serenity fell upon them; a welcome reprieve from their daily life.
Too soon for Tim’s liking, Kon joked, “So… How about some skinny dipping to get us clean?”
Though the hidden intent in Kon’s words rang clear with Tim, he could only smile fondly and nod his agreement. After all, they were caked with cum and cream. Washing off, however primitively, sounded like a fantastic idea.
Re: Fill: Strawberry 3/3
anonymous
September 29 2012, 11:13:52 UTC
i don't get why people think getting dry-fucked would be pleasant- maybe for kon with his super strength, invulnerability and fast healing- but for tim to be dry fucked by a kryptonian stud- tear, rip, bleed, intestines being dragged from inside to outside ---yeah, that's hot
Yup, I agree with your assessment. I stopped reading their AO3 comments after the first couple because I wasn't getting anything out of them.
I don't mind concrit (um, once I forgot to finish a whole scene and I wish someone had told me, lol) but these aren't constructive. Seems the anon can't find anything to like about anything, and I'm left wondering why they read the whole of something they didn't even like. If a fic is Not My Thing I just click the back button. Not leave a whole comment about how the fic was Not My Thing. And prompts aren't really up for concrit, honestly.
Ever exuberant like a new born pup, Kon had pouted and whined and cajoled Tim until he agreed. Now, with a strawberry cone in hand, Tim could only think of the rising mob bosses and the corruption still plaguing the Gotham P.D. Absently, he stared off towards the horizon, peering through a thin outcropping of young oaks and mighty pines. The world took on an orange hue as the sun dipped further, threatening to bring the darkness within the coming hours.
“So, you know, I totally owned his ass,” Kon bragged, rambling near ceaselessly from beside Tim. “He should’ve seen it coming. But I’m totally just that good.”
Tim grunted, if only to appease Kon and shorten the conversation, if possible. He licked at his ice cream, careful to get the melting edges with the flat of his tongue. A few wayward drops escaped him and slid down the side of his hand. He grimaced at the mess and switched his cone to his other hand so he could better wipe the sticky sweet cream from his hand.
Before he could grab hold of a napkin however, Kon had snatched up his hand and cleaned Tim’s hand. So lost in his own thoughts, Tim had failed to notice Kon’s sudden silence and the rather intense stare directed towards him. Curious, Tim turned to look at Kon and snatched his hand back. What space had been between them beforehand no longer existed. In those few moments that Tim had lost himself in his thoughts, Kon had scooted closer across the bench, an eager and mischievous glow alighting his eyes.
“Kon,” Tim admonished, “cut it out. You wanted to come out here, so no funny business.”
The pout he received nearly broke Tim’s resolve, but he held strong and squared his shoulders for the whining tirade to come. When none seemed forth coming, Tim searched the crystalline depths of Kon’s eyes, he found himself to be both amused and wary as to what Kon could be planning.
A hand came up to the back of Tim’s head, drawing him closer until the tips of their noses pressed together. Kon sealed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Tim’s, all at once dominating and chaste. Tim held Kon’s gaze throughout the kiss. He merely tolerated the kiss, though he couldn’t deny enjoying it just a bit.
When they pulled apart, Kon’s fingers still woven through Tim’s locks, Tim fixed a sardonic grin upon his lips and let his tone go dry, “Can I finish my ice cream now? It’s way too hot to be doing this right now.”
What seemed like a petty excuse actually rang true. The cotton of Tim’s button down shirt clung to the contours of his chest, already damp with sweat. The slight breeze coming off the lake not far off did little to cool the air. Tim could feel the beading of sweat across the small of his back and the hollow of his throat. This year, Gotham’s weather seemed to have grown bored of the usual chilliness. So far, the summer had been brutally hot.
Kon did not relinquish his grip, nor did he back away. Instead, a smirk curled the edges of his lips and Tim could feel his stomach somersault at the site, “Well, I could do that…”
The obviously faked trail off made Tim shiver. He could only guess where this was leading and it both panicked and excited him. He responded in kind, though his tone dripped with dry amusement.
“Well, that’s what I want to do.”
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All at once, Tim found his equilibrium completely disrupted. He’d been eating his cone, basking in the silence and willing his thoughts to a calm state, and then the world tilted and he found himself staring out into the forest and sunset upside down. Kon still sat at his side, having obviously used his TTK for advantage. Tim scowled and made a move to sit back up but Kon’s TTK held strong and kept him pinned to the grass.
“Kon,” Tim warned, the amusement all but gone.
His warning fell on deaf ears when Kon pounced and nearly ripped Tim’s shirt off. A wave of chills skittered across his flesh and goose bumps rose. Soon, the heat set back in and he began to shiver for an entirely different reason. Kon’s hands found the soft flesh of his sides and pressed just enough to excite but not enough to harm.
Ice cream dripped liberally down Tim’s cone and onto his hand, making his digits sticky. He was about to just let his soft serve treat fall when Kon snatched it from his hand and held it stasis in the air with his TTK. Tim could do little but writhe when Kon’s lips descended on his and Kon’s heel roughly palmed the growing interest in Tim’s jeans.
When Kon pulled free, by only a few inches to allow breathing room, Tim attempted to voice his concerns but intelligent thought bled away when the first few swipes of cold trailed across his chest. His back arched viciously and Tim allowed a gasp to rip past his lips. The chill fled when Kon began to suck and lick at the trails of the melting cream he’d dotted across Tim’s chest, eyes shielded and entirely focused on the task at hand.
“K-Kon,” Tim breathed.
Kon steadily traveled lower with his lips, deviating from the paths of cream to nip at old scars and to suck on healing wounds. Tim’s hips rose of their own volition, both begging and demanding for more despite his better judgment calling for him to cease their current activities.
Though he’d been about to whisper stop, Tim held himself from uttering those words when Kon deftly popped the button of Tim’s jeans and slid the zipper down tantalizingly slow. Impatiently, Tim bucked his hips only to be chuckled at. He growled in retaliation.
“You’re so impatient,” Kon cooed, placing a kiss to Tim’s stomach and fiddling with the elastic of Tim’s shorts.
His deadly serious tone made Kon back peddle back, an intensely confused expression of innocence coloring his features. Tim could only roll his eyes and seize the back of Kon’s head to pull him into a deep kiss, his tongue skimming around the edges of Kon’s lips before pressing inside, while his other hand went to cup Kon’s, urging him to completely undress him.
The silent request met with no interference. With Tim’s hand guiding his, Kon shimmied Tim’s boxer briefs down. Tim’s arousal sprang forth as he wriggled from his undergarments. Sweat beaded across his skin and he could feel his inhibitions falling silent as Kon’s hand moved further south and pressed against the flesh just behind his balls.
The groan slipping from his lips sounded more animal like than anything.
Urgency pressed him on to raise his hips and urge Kon to go further, to own and to use Tim as Kon saw fit. Tim’s chest heaved with each breath but got caught in his throat when Kon obliged.
The sensation made his nerves dance in both discomfort and familiar pleasure. He could feel the heat of Kon’s finger burying into him, going in and in until he could feel Kon’s knuckle press into his backside. Tim bucked his hips insistently, wanting more.
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He wanted more; needed more.
Ever caring, Kon caved to Tim’s wants and withdrew his fingers. Sitting back on his hunches, he undid his own fly and popped free his own erection. Staring down at Tim, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed, he couldn’t help himself. Kon’s hand moved steadily up and down of its own accord while his tongue snaked out to lick his lips. With the traces of ice cream splashed across the pale expanse of Tim’s flesh, Kon could hardly think let alone control himself.
Tim’s eyes opened, staring hard at Kon, “Well?”
All self control he had managed to maintain, Kon completely lost it. Both eager and hasty, he spit on his palm and slicked his arousal before he grabbed a hold of Tim’s knee and pressed the limb back. He aligned himself and glanced up once more for confirmation that he could seal the deal. Tim’s adam’s apple bobbed when he nodded his head and swallowed.
The initial thrust caused Tim to slide back across the grass and toss his head back. A silent scream whispered through the air when Kon began a slow pace, moving out and in by small increments to better allow Tim time to adjust. No protests came from Tim, though. Instead, he matched Kon’s pace and brought a hand to his mouth, and bit at the knuckles until Kon feared he would break the skin.
Tenderly, Kon took Tim’s hand and kissed the abused flesh, rocking both Tim and himself in a consistent pattern.
Tim raised his head to glare at Kon before he hissed, “Get on with it or I’m going to end it.”
All restraint ebbed in that short moment. Kon’s hold on his TTK failed and the remnants of Tim’s cone fell onto Tim’s chest. He gave Tim no time to acknowledge the folly and instead shifted himself further above Tim before he brutally slammed into him. The echoing cry of ecstasy ripped from Tim’s throat had drove Kon on. With both of Tim’s legs pressed against his chest, Kon leaned his weight forward and pounded into Tim, ignorant of the sweat that had slipped down the side of his face and the burn of his knees digging into the ground.
Again and again he drove into Tim, driving them both to the edge. He plastered himself against Tim’s chest, the remains of their dessert smeared between their chests. Their coupling reached a fever pitch when Tim’s toes curled and he yowled, his release had hit hard and mixed with the cream between their bodies. Tim clamped down on Kon’s erection, nearly milking Kon when his thrusts had became more sparodic. With a low groan, Kon found his release and, with a few sharp thrusts, he could feel his energy drain and leaned on Tim.
He got a grunt in response and Tim’s shaking arms pushed him off. He pulled out with a pop and rolled onto the grass, blind to Tim’s pleased grimace.
They layed there, side by side and still fully exposed in the newly dawned twilight. Tim’s chest rhythmically rose and fell, his heart still hammering a soothing beat in Kon’s ears. They relished in the after glow, so close they could feel one another's body heat in the growing chill. Serenity fell upon them; a welcome reprieve from their daily life.
Too soon for Tim’s liking, Kon joked, “So… How about some skinny dipping to get us clean?”
Though the hidden intent in Kon’s words rang clear with Tim, he could only smile fondly and nod his agreement. After all, they were caked with cum and cream. Washing off, however primitively, sounded like a fantastic idea.
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I don't mind concrit (um, once I forgot to finish a whole scene and I wish someone had told me, lol) but these aren't constructive. Seems the anon can't find anything to like about anything, and I'm left wondering why they read the whole of something they didn't even like. If a fic is Not My Thing I just click the back button. Not leave a whole comment about how the fic was Not My Thing. And prompts aren't really up for concrit, honestly.
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