You're My Baptism
If Tim thought back to the night of his and Kon’s first time he couldn’t think of any thing that had made that day special. The date wasn’t significant, there weren’t rose petals leading to the bedroom, there were no candles, no special dinner that had been made. What there were however, was two hormonal teenage boys and a house to themselves.
If Kon thought back to his and Tim’s first time it just gave him a boner.
Somewhere in the relationship, between point A and point B Tim had gone from trusting Kon to trusting Kon. Or more importantly trusting himself. They didn’t just make the decision that they were ready to have sex and then jump each other. They figured to let it happen when it happened. Things had changed and they decided to let the random pattern of life have it’s way. It would be a natural development. Unfortunately for the both of them they were busy being crime fighting teenagers who had little time and even less privacy. (Kon seriously thought that kids should add super-heroing on to their list of extra curriculars and then they could complain that they didn’t have time to do their homework.) This resulted in a lot of pent up sexual frustration.
Kon had a hot boyfriend. A hot virginal boyfriend. A hot, beautiful, pretty, handsome, flexible, virgin boyfriend who had a great ass. Yeah, he had some pent up sexual frustration.
Tim had a hot boyfriend. Call him handsome if you will. Call him a rebel if you must. He had a hot, sexually experienced boy named Kon that he loved. Kon-- if that wasn’t a name worth moaning what was? Not to mention his broad shoulders, strong chin, and big hands. It was understandable that he some pent up sexual frustration.
But then one miraculous day...they were alone. Kon and Tim had been relaxing at the Manor and Dick and Damian excused themselves to go to some charity event or another( of course Dick winked before they left), and Alfred would be gone for a long grocery shopping trip. They were completely alone, it was only a matter of time before they tumbled into bed.
And so it begins in the kitchen--not the most romantic of places, but not a bad start. Kon takes Tim’s hand and pulls him in for a kiss. Kon placed one large hand on the small on Tim’s back and pulled him even closer, using his height as leverage.Due to the height difference Tim’s hip bones were poking into the tops of Kon’s thighs. As Kon’s hands gently surged their hips together his fingers slipped underneath Tim’s t-shirt, canvasing the sinewy muscle there, finger tips teased under the wait of Tim’s boxer briefs. The places where skin met skin tingled, it always did, ever since that time when they first shyly held hands. Now the small sparks of electricity were arcing across Tim’s spine, traveling down his tailbones and exiting out of his pointy hips. Or maybe that was all in Tim’s head. Deciding that they need to be on the same level Kon hefts Tim up by the back of his thighs, a move they’d practiced many times. Tim automatically brought his legs up to clutch around Kon, and Kon walked them over to the nearest counter and perched Tim on the ledge, letting Tim fall into him just a little.
Tim opens his mouth and Kon gladly pushes his tongue inside. Reveling in the territory that has become so comfortable to him, teasing Tim’s tongue with his own and roaming around every memorized nook and cranny. Then Tim makes a battle for dominance that Kon is happy to lose, letting Tim have his way with his mouth.
Kon’s hands went to Tim’s hips again. Inching upward; thumbs circling on top of soft skin, as Tim’s fingers found themselves spidering up Kon’s shirt and up his abs.
“Kon, making out against the counter top is nice and all...”
Kon smiled and grabbed both of Tim’s hands--that had crawled up to his ribs--and gently pulled Tim down from the counter, pressing three light kisses against Tim’s forehead. Leading the way to Tim’s bedroom with both arms behind him, hands connected to Tim’s trailing him along like a pair of children. They tumbled into the door and knocked it open while they kissed, making their way with lilting steps into the room.
Tim let Kon trip him onto the mattress. Kon following a moment later, their bodies gracefully intertwined as they sink into the bed. Tim’s hands clawed to get Kon’s shirt off, being rewarded with a mile of warm skin when he did. Kon inched Tim’s shirt up in tiny increments, as he nibbled his way up Tim’s body, admiring every bit of beautiful and scared skin.
Kon’s eyes archive every scar he sees. There were a lot of them, it made him sick to his stomach. But it came with the job description. People outside of the relationship always thought that Kon was the strong one in the relationship, looking after his non-meta boyfriend. That pissed Kon off, because his boyfriend was far braver in his eyes, due to the same reason that most underestimated him. He wasn’t born different than anyone else, he didn’t have superpowers, if you were to take away all of his training and intellect he was no different than the “defenseless” masses that he protected. None of that stopped him; Tim had every right to a normal life and he gave it up out of a sense of admiration, duty, and something else that Kon has never worked up the courage to ask about.
Scars were sexy, and Kon loved running his tongue over them, fingers tracing over the spots that he couldn’t reach with his mouth.
Tim slid out of his sweatpants, and finished wriggling his way out of his shirt, Kon being preoccupied with the new skin, and the new scars that were revealed. Then Tim grabbed Kon’s jeans and unbuttoned them, pushing them down part way with his hands and using his feet the rest of the way down until Kon kicked them off and on to the floor.
“Are you wearing spongebob boxers?” Tim asked incredulously, really he should have expected this.
“Sorry, I didn’t know I’d be getting laid today, otherwise I would have brought some sexy lingerie to change into.”
Tim scoffed at the mental image of Kon modeling for a Victoria’s Secret runway show. A smile stretched across his face. Tim loved that Kon could make him smile, with his bat brain he could think up a million ways that he could explain in detail everything that made him love Kon. he could write a ten page report on all of the psychological factors that went into him needing Kon. But in the simplest terms Tim loved Kon because he made him feel safe, he made him feel right, and he made him smile.
Kon worked Tim’s underwear down his legs and slid a knee between his legs. Tim pushed down into the touch, eager, and Kon blushed with anticipation. Tim opened his legs for him and they rutted like that for a few minutes. Kon took this time to appreciate how needy he could make Tim, how he could make him make those noises in the back of his throat, how he could make him break open in front of him.
Tim reached under the mattress for the lube and condoms that he had stashed there earlier, and placed them shakily in Kon’s hand with a smile. Kon stopped rutting and stripped off his underwear finally, settling between Tim’s legs. Kon spread the lube on his fingers thoroughly and waited for some kind of signal--Tim nodded. He tried not to tense, and he mostly succeeded, it wasn’t like they'd never used fingers before.
One finger in. He was used to his, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
Two fingers in. Tim felt a stretch and moaned around it, pushing his hips down onto the fingers.
Three fingers in. Kon was scissoring and stretching and probing. Kon hit Tim’s prostate and his moans hitched in a higher pitch.
Kon pushed a hand down on his cock, trying to control it. he wanted in so badly,seeing Tim stretched around him like this.No. He wouldn’t rush into this. He took his time stretching Tim out thoroughly working up a sweat that was collecting on both of them.
And Tim wiggled on the sheets driving Kon crazy. And Kon’s fingers kept pushing there, driving Tim crazy. And Kon told himself that he wasn’t shaking as he pulled his fingers out and rolled on the condom. And Tim told himself that he wasn’t intimidated watching Kon slick up his girth with lube.
Kon leaned over Tim, looking him straight in the eye, cock nudging Tim’s hole as Tim’s legs spread wide.
“Tim.Tell me you’re sure you want this.”
“I want this. I want you.”
Kon pushed the head of his cock past the ring of muscle and started to slowly rock in.
“You gotta breathe for me.Come on breathe.”
Tim lets out a shaky breath, then a sharp inhale as Kon pushed the rest of the way in. It was a shocking feeling having something that large in your body. It was a shock to Tim, having something that big in his body.
Kon didn't say anything, some part of his brain knew that Tim didn't want him to. But nevertheless,he reached his hand up to the side of Tim's face and rubbed soothingly with the palm of his hand, his thumb catching a tiny bit of moisture that was collecting at the corner of Tim's eye.
Tim was full, Overwhelmed, and it hurt, not too much but definitely enough. Kon grabbed at one of Tim's hands that clutched the dark sheets, brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed each fingertip. When the worst of the burning ebbed away Tim nodded to Kon.
"Move."
Kon does as he's told and started to shallowly thrust his hips, after a few minutes the pain flowed into pleasure for Tim, and he started canting his hips up for more. After all this time it was happening. And he wanted it good, he wanted Kon deeper. Kon picked up on it and started thrusting harder, and now Tim was really moving.
But as good as it all was: the noises Tim was making, the slap of slick skin, the relief--Kon wanted, no, needed to get to Tim's spot again. The spot that would make Tim go from enjoying it to loving it, that would make him go crazy. They both needed it.
Then, on an upstroke he found it. Tim let out a gasp and hitched his legs around Kon's waist, hands clenching at his back and exposing his neck as he pushed his head back against the pillows. the pleas for 'harder' and 'faster', becoming more frequent--music to Kon's ears, he was only too happy to oblige. Fuck, did he want it too, Kon wanted to give Tim what he wanted. Kon let's loose just enough, thoughts flying away to lust as they transformed into two rutting animals.
Fuck, Kon was so happy -- loving this. He had a wiggling, writhing Tim Drake underneath him, on his cock. Yeah, he was fucking ecstatic.He was the first to have this, to have him trust him enough, god knows that doesn't come easily. Could trust be a kink? It was one of Kon's now.
Sweat was beading down Tim's face. Kon's eyes tracked one drop from his hairline down his forehead, slipping over a wrinkle, sloping down Tim's curved eyebrow and traveling all the way down to drip off the tip of his nose. Kon never knew you could want to lick somebody this much. He quickly stretched down and lightly traced the tip of his tongue up the bridge of Tim's pretty nose, collecting sweat.
Tim was getting lost in everything, but Kon had licked his face. Kon had licked his face. And, okay, that was a little weird but a lot hot. Tim found himself arching even more into Kon's touch.
"Fuck. Tim. Mine. Say you're mine."
Tim's blush had spread from his cheeks all the way down his chest and up to his ears, and damn if that wasn't hot. Kon grabbed both of Tim's hands from where one had been clenched in the sheets and the other had been scratching down his back and pinned them above his head on the pillows. Spread Tim's legs as wide as he could with his thighs, sat back on his heels a little bit for a better view, and just appreciated his boyfriend. He looked at the small hickeys he had left on his abs and thighs, looked at where their skin met, Kon's cock reaming Tim's ass.
Tim made a high,whining noise, he was panting hard. He was all worked up and had been making noises of an embarrassing pitch for a while now. Somewhat pinned, he moved his hips as much as Kon would allow. Kon stopped moving.
" You aren't saying it." Kon was panting hard, incredibly turned on.
He grabbed Tim's legs and, while relishing the soft skin behind his knees, placed them over his shoulders. Tim's now free hands stayed curled in the fabric of the pillow case, knuckles straining. Tim shivered at the change of angle and pushed the side of his face into the pillows out of slight embarrassment, and a feeling of being so overwhelmed.
Kon was getting so close. He just wanted to hear Tim say it, he wanted it so bad. He wanted that last little bit of reassurance about them. He wanted to move again. There was a hot,wet Tim around him, he wanted to fuck him into the bed so good he would need a knew one. But he needed to hear him say it. He nibbled at Tim's knees and grabbed his face with both, sweaty, lubed up hands, forcing Tim to look him in the eye.
"Tim, please say it? Please?"
Kon pushed his dick in as far as it would go and ground in slow circles against Tim's prostate. Tim's mouth fell into a perfect 'O' and his eyes screwed shut. If only Kon could take a picture of it, ha, as if he could forget that sight. Tim's hands shot up from the pillows and clutched at Kon's hair, he let out a long, low, throaty, wail. He was barely holding on.
"Please say it?"
Tim's throat works like it was trying to form words, but he could only get out needy sounding vowels. He worked his hips up and rubbed his penis against Kon's abs.
"Tim. I love you. I love you."
Kon slipped one hand onto Tim's cock and started stroking and playing with the head.Tim shivered all over and he let out a broken,sobbing moan as he started to whisper.
"Yours.Yours.Yours."
Any will power Kon had ran away with those words. His hips started pistoning. He attached his lips to Tim's neck, feeling the vibrations of his vocal cords, as Tim barely managed the words. Again and again. Like a mantra. Tim was giving Kon what he wanted: what could make him fuck him like he was now, what made him possessive and hot like this and melted Tim's brain because it felt fucking fantastic, it made him feel so wanted. All the people that didn't want him didn't matter because Kon did.
Tim's body started to tense up, his toes curling, his running mouth stopped before he arched his back and held it as his orgasm ripped through him, his come shooting on both of their stomachs. Kon, seeing Tim like that completely lost it and came hard into his clenching boyfriend. Both of them collapsing onto the sheets in a sticky mess.
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Some Time later Kon finally managed to detach himself from Tim. The urge to cuddle with Tim was strong, but the want to not have to deal with the repercussions of not cleaning up were (temporarily) stronger. He pulled out gently as Tim let out a groan. Oh shit, that was going to be sore. Kon walked over to the private bathroom Tim had in his room and knotted off and threw away the condom. Sneaking a peak at his blissed out boyfriend as he wetted a rag with warm water. Tim looked absolutely debauched and he had a sick sense of pride in that. He was spread out on the bed, the dark sheets contrasting against light skin, skin marked with hickeys and light bruises where Kon's fingers had clenched too hard. Sweat and come smeared all over him and his hair sticking to his forehead and the pillows.
Kon came back to him and wiped off all of the sticky bits, washing himself too. He threw the wash cloth in the direction of the bathroom and collapsed into bed. It was time to sleep.
Tim felt Kon maneuver him into a little spoon position, any protests about being manhandled completely fucked out of his mind. Maybe Kon should do this more often from now on, it made Tim much easier to deal with. Tim was in one of those rare moments where he felt completely safe, and in his waking euphoria he decided that, yes, this was something he would be actively pursuing in the future. Frequently.
And they fell asleep with Kon's arm over Tim's chest, twining their fingers together with one of Tim's hands. Tim's legs tangled with Kon's, a heartbeat against Kon's hand and one against Tim's back. Everything tunneling down into feelings and sensations as they fell asleep. The last thing that either of them could remember was...warm.
And then they were gone.