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It's no secret that Tim is a little weird, a little might be an understatement. The point is, Kon was aware of that fact before they started their weird homoerotic friendship and he was aware of it before he started falling in love with him. The only problem is that Kon seems to be into it, just a bit … maybe more than just a bit.

10.05.

The first time he notices Tim watching him is when he's running errands for ma and pa Kent. He needs to get some new parts for the tractor and get some groceries while he's already out. It's when he parks the truck in front of the hardware store when he hears it, a camera shutter going off, but not just any camera shutter but the very distinctive camera that belongs to no other than red robin. He knows that camera well, it's the one Tim brings to stake outs and casual outings, the thing is practically glued to his side.

Kon can feel his face turning red and butterflies rise in his stomach the second he focuses his hearing to find the other, he's somewhere behind him. Kon can hear that steady heartbeat he's grown so familiar with, it's ever so slightly elevated and Kon likes pretending he's the reason. The shutter goes off two more times before kon can get a grip of himself to gather his stuff and the list of things he needs.

The heartbeat and the camera shutter follow him into the store even though he still can't catch a glimpse of tim.

15.06.

The second time it happens is about a month later, he’s out with some friends from school. Well friends is a stretch, they're his classmates, two guys from the football team Kon does not remember their names one might be called Michael but he doesn't care, and 4 girls Sophie, Marie, Laura and Hannah if he remembers right. They are nice for the most part but he's pretty sure he just got invited to get ice cream with them because Marie has a very obvious crush on him. Still, ice cream is ice cream.

They arrive at a small café in the centre of the city, it's a good place. Kon remembers going there once with Clark Lois and jon. Once they all got to an outdoor table and had settled, the girls got up to order their ice cream first, so now kon is stuck with the jocks he doesn't even remember the names of, great. Just as it starts getting awkward and Kon is about to start some nonsensical Smalltalk about the nice June weather he hears it, the camera shutter paired with an unmistakable heart beat.

Kon freezes and he can feel himself grow red, Tim is in one of the apartment complexes right across the street, he could hear him humming to himself, which was ridiculous because Tim was a master in stealth, hell he stalked batman at age nine without getting caught, so Kon being able to hear him so clearly wasn't on accident, tim wants kon to know he's there, he wants kon to know he's watching him, and kon should probably be concerned with how flustered this makes him. His heart is thundering in his chest his face is on fire and he can feel his palms get sweaty and all he can think about is how tim is right there he could just go to him he could jus-

His thoughts get interrupted as the girls sit back down bringing loud and shrill laughter with them, they all have iced coffees with them instead of ice cream kon notes dully before he hears the shutter go off again and he has to take a deep breath in to contain the urge to bolt and find tim. "Connor, are you okay?" Marie asks and puts her hand on top of kon’s, when did she sit down next to him? he didn't even notice, what he does notice is the small noise of disapproval that leaves tim the second the girl touches him and his hand that's gripping his thigh.

"huh? yeah sorry I'm fine its just, i remembered I'm actually supposed to help my ma today and boy is she gonna be mad at me for being late so I'm gonna yeah sorry" he lies semi smoothly. Normally he’s a better liar but normally he's not being watched by his super hot weirdo best friend and, oh god kon can hear him lick his lips he needs to get out of here before he gets very embarrassingly hard.

So he bolts, barely manages to stay on the ground because, secret identity and all that squash, and runs all the way to his small metropolis apartment. It wasn't a long run anyway it was twenty five minutes at the most but kon is pretty sure he made it in fifteen. Kon feels out of breath and sweaty once he sinks backwards against his door, which is absurd because he's neither of those things, he still feels like he needs a shower if not for the sweat then to get rid of his raging hard on.

Kon’s apartment is small but nice, cute as tim once called it and god he cant stop thinking about tim, tim who was watching him for the second time, well the second time that he knows and his dick throbs at that thought, how long has tim been watching him? kon groans and picks himself off the floor to drag himself into the bathroom, he needs a cold shower right now before his dick explodes.

Kon grabs a fresh towel from the small cabinet in front of the door before stepping into the small bathroom. There's a sink on top of some smaller cabinets to the left with a mirror hanging above, on the counter there's countless hair care products strewn around, kon loves his hair so obviously he has a ridiculous amount of products for it. To the right of the counter is an unremarkable toilet and right across from the door is a smooth bathtub that kon rarely uses; he prefers the shower to the right of the door.

It's a nice shower. Two clear walls attached to the outer tiled wall, inside the shower caddy are more hair care products, neatly organised this time, as well as some body wash that he only bought because there are dinosaurs on the packaging.

Kon throws the fresh towel on to the toilet, normally he'd throw it onto the counter but it’s still cluttered with stuff, then he practically rips his clothes off. His shirt lands somewhere near the bathtub, kon thinks he hears the button of his jeans fly off and land somewhere, he doesn't care where, his socks and boxers land under the counter but he's already in the shower before they even hit the ground.

Kon turns the dial to the coldest setting and stands under the soothing spray of the water hoping it will calm him down. Well it does seem to be working but his dick is still hard and his mind still spiralling, but at least his super senses are calming down, the sound of the water dulling the other sounds around him.

Kon starts a breathing technique to calm down that tim taught him, which turns out to be a mistake because it makes him think about tim again, it makes him think about how tim held his hands as he taught him even though he didn't have to, it makes him think about his incredibly blue eyes on him, and only him, it makes him think about how tim is very obviously stalking him and wants kon to know that he's stalking him, or else he wouldn't have used that camera the camera that makes that distinct sound, even without tims heartbeat right behind it, kon would have known it was him just from that sound. Kon knew Tim had other cameras, cameras that don't have a shutter sound at all but no Tim used that camera, the one kon had mentioned in passing makes the best looking pictures in his opinion.

His dick throbs and a small groan escapes his throat. Kon pushes his hair back with one hand and takes his dick in hand with the other and he almost whines at the contact. Kon starts slowly stroking himself to the mental image of tim, the smooth drag of his hand is not enough, he wants tims calloused hands to touch him like this, touch him any way tim wants to touch him, kon would accept any touch tim would give him no matter what when or where.

His mind wanders to what tim's hands would feel on his skin and how kon’s own hands would feel against tim's scarred skin, kon rasps out tim's name over and over again like a mantra, his movements grow frantic as he gets closer and closer to the edge, he twists his hand a bit and pinches his nipple with the hand that was in his hair, leans his head against the cool tiles and imagines what tim would sound like right now, and it's like he can hear how tim would gasp out his name right into his ear. Kon comes into his hand with a whine, he bites his lip to muffle the sound but it's too late, his vision whites out and all he can hear is static for a minute.

After taking a deep breath, kon turns the temperature of the water up a little to actually shower, he runs some shampoo through his hair and again wonders what tim's hands would feel like in his hair. After kon rinses out his conditioner he quickly washes his body with his loofa. He steps out of the shower and starts drying himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist once he's done. Kon has a lot of hair products for a lot of different things but decides that for right now the leave in conditioner and hair oil are enough.

Kon picks up his pants from where they landed right before the toilet to fish his phone out of the pocket, once he retrieves it he looks around the bathroom at his clothes thrown around carelessly and decides that's a problem for future kon cause present kon is gonna take a nap.

Kon scrolls through his phone as he enters his bedroom but immediately notices the open window, he did not open that, but kon doesn't hear anyone in the apartment with him, he's alone. Kon goes to close the window and decides he probably just forgot he opened it, he lives on the fifteenth floor who in the world would be crazy enough to climb all the way up here. Tim would, his brain unhelpfully supplies and then his phone digs, with the special sound he has assigned to tim, he immediately fumbles to open the message

boy wonder: it was nice seeing you today :)

The butterflies in kon’s stomach stir to life and he actually starts floating for a second, he practically punches his reply into his phone, he's pretty sure it would be broken if tim hadn't made it specifically for him.

superHUNK: wish I'd been able to see u 2 :(

boy wonder: maybe next time <3

kon feels like a fourteen year old girl with her first crush. It's ridiculous.

07.07.

The third time he's at the tower, about three weeks later. He's sitting in tim’s room because he misses him and he's apparently a dog according to cassie. Kon is alone at the tower right now and it's a Saturday so he has nothing to do, he's already finished his assignments and even cleaned his room. So now he's laying on tim's neatly made bed and scrolling on his phone, there's nothing interesting going on right now so he scrolls through tim's Instagram account, it’s just his civilian account since robin doesn't have social media for obvious reasons but kon still likes the pictures. It's just a bunch of landscapes and polaroid's but they're so undeniably tim that it makes his chest warm.

Kon shifts and lays his head on tims pillow and is immediately hit with Tim's smell. He slept here tonight so the smell is more intense and kon can't stop himself from burying his face in the pillow. Kon drops his phone on the mattress to grasp the pillow with his hands so he can properly inhale all the lingering smell of tim he could. He really didn't need to do that, he could smell it just as well across the room thanks to his super senses, but there is just something so intimate about doing it this way, he loves the thought of pressing his face into the space where he knows tim's face rested just a few hours prior.

Kon outright moans at the smell, he's pretty sure he could cum just from selling tim alone, he slides his hands farther beneath the pillow to press it harder into his face, but as he does, he accidentally pushes something to the floor and it lands on the floor with a soft thud. Kon snaps his head up at this and slowly looks over the bed, there on the floor is a pair of his boxers, the pale blue ones with an off brand superman sign on the ass, he's been looking for that one, what is it doing under tim's pill- oh kon’s face catches fire and as he reaches to pick it up, a shoe carton catches his eye.

There's nothing special about it its brown and neat with no writing or anything on it, but still kon reaches under the bed and pulls it up onto the bed along with the pair of boxers. Kon sits criss cross applesauce on the bed and sets the box before him. He's nervous, why is he nervous? it's probably just some tools for when tim's tinkering on his electronics and batarangs no need to be nervous. Kon decides to x-ray the box just to be on the safe side, it's just a bunch of, pictures? it seems, kon immediately feels bad for snooping. He still opens the box though.

He half expects the photos to just be more landscapes like on his Instagram or maybe even some dirty pictures of tim. What he doesn't expect, is the photos to be of him. every. single. picture. is of him in various scenarios, him getting groceries for ma, him in class shot from the back, him in his superboy get up sitting on top of the daily planet with Clark but Clark is cut off and you can only see one of his arms and legs, him sleeping in tim's bed at the tower taken from the door, him sleeping in his apartment taken from outside the window, him on that weird outing with his classmates looking very flustered, another one of him sleeping this time on the couch of the Kent family farm with crypto laying on top of him, a row of pictures of him sleeping in his apartment again but this time taken from inside and in the very last one Tim has his hand on Kon cheek, him on an outing with Bart in a small comic shop and they're laughing in the photo.

The blush on kon’s face is bright red now he doesn't think he's ever been this flustered in his life. There's probably a hundred photos if not more in here some dating back six months, all of them have dates on the back in tim's neat handwriting, the first time he noticed tim following him was maybe two months ago, kon thinks he might get a nosebleed from how intensively he's blushing. He is very much aware that tim is stalking him, he could have never imagined this tho, kon’s heart is thundering in his chest and he notices his actually floating a few inches above the bed from how flustered he is.

That's when he notices a small tablet underneath all the polaroid's. it doesn't look special either, completely unassuming just like the box, it turns on without any fuss but it does need a password, kon lets out a quiet 'fuck' before trying "Connor Kent" that's not it okay its fine he has fife more tries, he tries "superboy" nope also not it 'damn it' okay its fine four more tries "kon-el" yup that's it oh my god he's in. There's nothing on this thing its completely empty, no apps no storage no photos or vi- well no there's something, one video that's all there is on there one fucking video and kon's hand trembles slightly as he presses play.

The video starts facing downwards. Kon can see tim's socked feet on wooden floor, he assumes of the manor but then Tim pans the camera up and kon stills, Tim is in his apartment. Tim sneaks out into the living room completely soundless and now you can hear a shower running, kon can hear tim's breath through the video as he slowly stalks towards the bathroom. Kon feels his heart going 100mph. The video continues and now Tim is standing right in front of the slightly ajar bathroom door. Tims hand comes into the frame to push the door open and pan the camera to the right so the shower is in full frame. Kon sees his own tanned back flex and twitch as he's jerking himself off, tims breathing hitches in the video as kon rasps out his name broken and so desperate. kon hadn't even realised how needy he sounds and if his face could get any redder it would. The camera pans down to tims crotch and his own hard on is very visible through the joggers he's wearing, the superboy joggers kon got him as a "joke" in reality he just wanted to see tim wearing his merch.

Tim palms himself through the pants before he slips his hand under the elastic and pulls his erection out but before he can see it, the camera pans back up to kon in the shower gasping out tims name, his movement growing more frantic and he can hear tims breath start to pick up and the camera shakes a little. and then he hears it, kon hears tim gasp out his his name filthy and low like he knows exactly what he's doing, he probably does, and then kon can hear himself tip over the edge with a whine that sounds way dirtier in the video that he thought he sounded, the camera pans down again but not enough to see anything else but tims hand smeared with his own cum, the camera pans back up to show kon one last time braced against the wall and fighting to catch his breath.

That's where the video ends and kon can't believe he didn't notice Tim was right behind him the whole time, watching him the whole time. Kon sits on tim's bed completely stunned, he knew Tim was good at stealth, freakishly good but this was a different level of good. Kon feels like his heart is beating out of his chest, he has never felt so ... adored in his life. He was very aware that his dick was standing at attention, when he caught a glimpse of something on tim's closet.

Kon floats over to the small black rectangle sitting on top of tims closet, after picking it up and inspecting at a bit kon comes to the conclusion that it's a surveillance camera, he's seen this exact model before, all the bats use them. Did Tim bug his own room? honestly yeah that seems on brand. That also means tim knows about the countless times kon has spend the night in tim's bed instead of his own, he knows about kon smelling his pillows like a pervert and he knows about that one time kon masturbated in his bed during a very long streak of not seeing each other due to tim being occupied with bat stuff.

Kon is embarrassed beyond belief, he shrinks into a ball on the floor out of embarrassment he can't believe tim saw all that, he can't believe tim knows, no actually he can he always knew tim was a paranoid stalker, he really liked that about him actually. Which probably says more about kon than it does tim and- kon hears the zeta tube activating "superhero recognised 'red-robin'" kon scrambles into the air, tim cant see him like this cant see his room like this he- oh god. He decides to panic and ignore the fact that as soon as Tim checks the camera footage he'll know anyway, but for now kon can't face that reality.

Kon cleans the room with super speed literally, he puts the camera back in place, gathers all the photos and the tablet then shoves the shoe box back under the bed and last but not least he shoves his own boxers back under tim's pillow. Then he lays down flat on his stomach on the bed because there no more time to go back to his own room because tim is already on his way here and he would see him come out of his room and that would be awkward, so he just has to play it off, play it cool he can do that, he's superboy he’s super cool.

And then Tim is standing in the door, still in his red robin gear but without his domino mask so kon can see his ocean blue eyes and no matter how often kon sees them the sight still leaves him a little breathless every time. "hey" tim greets him with a soft smile that stirs up the butterflies in kon’s stomach "hey" he greets tim back but he sounds a little out of breath and he mentally kicks himself for it.

"What are you doing in my room?" Tim asks with a small laugh and he sounds like he really doesn't know, which kon now knows is a lie but tim wants to play games? Let's play games! So kon just shrugs his shoulders "just hanging out, got bored of my room and your bed is more comfortable especially the pillows" they lock eyes and something shifts in tim's eyes for just a second in a blink and you'll miss it type of way. But kon didn't miss it and Tim knows because it's Tim and of course he knows. So now it's just a question of who breaks first.

"Do you want me to leave?" kon asks and puts on his best kicked puppy expression "no, no i was just curious you don't have to go" tim's voice is soft but his eyes are, hungry is the best way kon knows how to describe that look. Tim steps into the room, puts his domino down on his desk and then starts pulling off his gloves and cape to throw them over his desk chair "I'm just gonna change out of my suit and then we can watch a movie or something" tim's talking over his shoulder and it conjured images in kon’s head that made his face flush beet red.

Kon is about to reply with something super cool and super down to earth that makes him totally not sound like a virgin but then, just as he looks up to tim, his eyes meet the pale scared skin of tim’s broad back. Because tim has pulled the top part of his suit off and now he's shirtless and belt less and kon’s brain screeches to a halt. It's not like kon has never seen tim shirtless or even naked, just never in this context, never with just them in the room and with no injuries between them, and never after finding a stalker video of tim sneaking into his house to film him beating his meat in the shower. So you could say that kon is short circuiting and hard, very hard, he's pretty sure he's permanently denting in the mattress from how hard he is.

There's no way tim doesn't know what he's doing, he doesn't look over his shoulder again when he pulls down the pants, but he bends at the waist in a way that makes his ass stick out and now his ass is about face level with kon and kon would be lying if he said he wasn't fighting with every ounce of his impulse control to not just grab tim's hips and bury his face between his cheeks and eat him out till tim is whimpering and crying.

When kon snaps back to reality Tim has turned around to face him, he's wearing his superboy joggers and that doesn't make his situation any better because now he's thinking of the video again. The video of him masturbating to the thought of Tim while he was standing right behind him and getting off on watching him. Kon bites his lip hard and if he were human that would have drawn blood, he's just focusing on not cumming in his pants right now because he doesn't know if that's a type of embarrassment he can recover from at the moment.

"you okay?" tim asks and kon doesn't even have to look up to see the shit eating grin on his face cause he can hear it "yeah just, just give me a second ill, I'll meet you in the living room" tim huffs out a laugh and starts towards the door but just as kon thinks he's finally free, he feels a finger on his shoulder and its traces down his back softly with just the barest contact, it shoots a shiver through kon and he has to bite down on the sheets to muffle the sound that almost escaped him. It makes him squirm and the movement causes his dick to shift against the sheets and even that small amount of stimulations makes him almost cum but just almost, he feels his eyes tear up from how hard he's trying not to cum, he can't, not here, not like this, not in front of- "just don't take to long" tim whispered and kon felt it against his ear the same way he did back then in the shower, and just like then, it's what topples him over the edge.

His eyes roll back into his skull, he bites down harder on the blanked and he's pretty sure he hears the fabric rip, he presses his flaming face into the blanked effectively suffocating himself, his ankles cross and his toes curl and then he makes that noise again that he's so desperately trying not to make, very muffled because of the blanked in his mouth but still audible.

Kon doesn't lift his face until the ringing in his ears stops, when he does lift his head Tim is gone, kon doesn't even have to strain his hearing to hear Tim setting up in the living room and hears Tim's heart beating rapidly in his chest.

12.07.

The fourth time it happens is not even a full week later. Kon is coming home later than he hopped from a long day of classes, he didn't have a chance to pick up any food and now he's hungry and tired. He throws his backpack in the vague direction of the couch and walks straight into his bedroom, he just wants to sleep and not wake up for a while. He kicks off his shoes at the foot of the bed to flop face first on the bed and immediately regrets it because of his belt buckle that digs into his stomach just enough that it makes him very aware of how empty it is. But god bless ttk, he uses it to roll himself onto his back and open the window too while he's at it to let in a nice evening breeze into the stuffy apartment.

He's about to ttk his clothes off when he spots it, a small black rectangle sitting on top of his closet. It's a camera, the same kind he found on tim's closet last week. Tim bugged his apartment. The thought sends shivers down his spine because the camera is angled directly at his bed, he doubts you can even see the door properly from that angle. and before kon can do anything else he gets another thought, 'are there more'

Kon gets out of bed and drags his legs back out to the living room, it doesn't take him long to spot the cameras on top of his kitchen cabinets, one angled at the kitchen the other angled at the couch. He x-rays the room real quick, there's no more cameras in the kitchen. He goes to check the bathroom and it takes him a minute to actually spot it but it's there, at the top of the mirror hidden beneath the lamp mounted there. It's angled at the shower. the butterfly's pick up in his stomach as he quickly shuffles back into his bedroom. He needs to calm down. It's just some cameras, tim's cameras, that lights up another train of thought. 'is he watching right now?'

Kon lets himself fall back onto the bed, back first this time and focuses his hearing, focuses on finding tim. It's not hard to pinpoint tim he’s memorised his heartbeat years before he was even aware of his feelings for him. Tim is in his own apartment, well penthouse is more like it, back in Gotham. He’s sitting at his computer if the clacking of keys is any indication, probably working on another case. but kon hears something else in the room, he hears another person breathing, but tim is very much alone. It only takes kon a short second to realise it's his own breathing he hears, coming from the monitor. So Tim is watching him right now.

But the breathing also sounds to loud for the mic to be on the camera, it sounds like he's laying right beside it, so the mic has to be somewhere on the bed. Kon finds it almost immediately he doesn't even need his x-ray vision. Lodged between his pillows is a small black clip on mic, the kind he's seen Lois and Clark use for interviews, before he really has the mind to stop himself he reaches out, grabbing the small mic and inspecting it, it seems to be a Bluetooth mic as far as he can tell since there is no cables coming from it, but it's definitely on cause he can hear his own breathing grow louder on tims side. Tim however gives no indication he even noticed kon got home, and kon hates it, kon wants tim’s attention on him and only him. It doesn't take him long to think of something, arguably very petty.

Kon pulls himself farther up the bed, clips the mic to his shirt collar and pulls out his half empty bottle of lube from his bedside table with ttk. Tim is still furiously typing on his computer, maybe he's doing some WE paperwork. Kon really doesn't care what he's working on, all he wants is those startlingly blue eyes on him even if there's a screen separating them. Kon makes quick work of his jeans chucking them across the room not caring where they land, he finally palms his dick above his boxers and groans at the feeling. Normally kon isn't very vocal when he masturbates, this is different tho, because tim is watching and kon is gonna make sure he can't look away. Tim wants to watch? kon is gonna make him watch.

Kon’s breathing picks up as he palms himself more roughly, more like how he imagines tim would touch him, kon lets out a whine at that thought and tim's typing halts, just for a second tho before it picks back up and kon really feels like pouting. He doesn't though, instead he pulls off his boxers and pulls his t-shirt up at the same time, exposing his abs and pecks. Kon braces his feet against the mattress and lubes up his hand to slowly drag it over his dick.

Tim’s typing pauses again when kon lets out a particular dirty moan that borders on a whine, there's sounds of tim shuffling in his seat, he can hear him take a deep breath in before going back to whatever else he was doing. It frustrates kon to no end that tim just won't look at him properly, so he decides he needs to go bigger. He lets his ttk reach out to the bedside table again and pulls out a small red vibrator, and if he just bought the red one because it reminded him of Tim that's no one's business but his own.

Kon lets his lubed up hand wander from his dick down to his hole, he circles the ring of muscle once before pushing the tip of his finger past it. Kon groans at the feeling and he hears tims typing stutter slightly, he doesn't even stop this time and kon honest to god whines at that, he's so frustrated why wont tim just look at him? He feels himself tear up as he pushes his finger further into himself. He barely waits a second before starting to push a second finger into himself, he just needs a little bit more he can almost fit the vibrator and then tim has to look at him. Kon impatiently fingers himself open, desperate for the feeling that so close, but his fingers don't reach, just barely too short to reach that bundle of nerves that makes him see stars, 'tim fingers would probably reach' his brain supplies unhelpfully and his dick throbs painfully at the thought.

Tim's hands are a bit thinner than kon’s, but they are longer not by too much but just enough that it would count. So yes tim's fingers probably could reach. The mental image alone almost makes him cum. But he can't, not yet not when tim is still typing, still ignoring him. Kon lets out a breathless moan and tims hands don't even stutter this time, like he's completely unfazed by the sound. That's kon’s breaking point and he sobs out a moan. He pulls his fingers out and grabs the vibrator, he doesn't even bother lubing it up before and shoves it in his hole. Kon moans tim's name loudly as the vibrator presses right into his prostate and his vision goes blurry for a second.

Once kon catches his breath a little he focuses back on the sounds Tim is making. He's still fucking typing! kon whines again he's so frustrated, so desperate for tim's attention so he does the only thing he can think of doing, he addresses Tim directly. "Tim, look at me, pleease" kon whines into the microphone and he sounds like he's about to cry, he feels like it too. The typing stops and doesn't pick back up, tim's breath is uneven and he lets out a quiet 'fuck' before shifting in his seat. Kon hears how Tim pushes his keyboard away and klicks his mouse a few times. "Okay, I'm looking kon, I'm looking" tim says and kon hears a small sigh coming from him as he presumably starts palming himself through his pants. Kon sobs with relief, because time is finally looking, he's looking at him and his whole body tingles with excitement from it. "Keep going kon" Tim says and even though he's miles away kon feels as if he whispered it directly into his ear. He can hear the slick drag of Tim touching himself and finally all his attention is on him.

Kon turns on the toy pressed firmly against his prostate and lets out a yell of pleasure. He'd feel bad for his neighbours if he wasn't so out of it. Kon rocks his hips back and forth writhing from the harsh vibrations coursing through his body. “Fuck kon you look so good like this” Kon can hear tim whisper as he fucks his fist harder. Kon grabs the sheets to ground himself in any way, he's so close and hearing tim's ragged breathing and rapid hand movement just pushes him closer to the edge. And then tim gasps loudly and his movements loose their rhythm "fuck, kon -haah" tim moans and kon can hear something wet hitting the desk, even with all of his blood vacating his brain he knows what it is, what just happened. Tim came just from watching him and it makes kon’s chest bloom with warmth and pride. His own orgasm isn't far behind, the combination of the vibrations and tims breathing in his ear and the knowledge that he made Tim finish, tips him over and kon cums with a shout.

Kon’s vision goes white and his whole body quivers and twitches with the force of his orgasm, his hands cramp and his knees snap together in a way that, if he were human, would have hurt badly. He gasps for breath as the toy keeps vibrating, fucking him through his orgasm and shooting waves of pleasures through his body, kon feels like he's gonna pass out but manages after a few seconds to turn of the toy that's still assaulting his insides thanks to his ttk. "that was the hottest thing I've seen in my life" tim mumbles aghast, like he can't even believe that just happened. kon just mumbles “I wish I could have seen you too” but its barely coherent as his exhaustion catches up to him and he passes out, spread out naked on his bed except for the bunched to t-shirt pulled up to expose his chest that still has the mic clipped onto the collar and the toy still inside.

Kon sleeps better that night than he's slept in a while and Tim didn't sleep at all, too busy with case work and making sure kon is still sleeping.

15.07

The fifth time it happens is only three days later, kon once again comes home from classes but this time almost two hours earlier than he planed. His last two classes of the day where cancelled at the last minute so they were free to go home and he couldn't be more excited. Tim hasn't been responding to kon’s text the past two days which usually means one of two things. Either he’s busy with bat business or he's planning something and kon is willing to bet a lot of money it's the latter.

His suspicion is confirmed when he steps through his door and hears another heartbeat in his bedroom. He knows it's tim before he even closes the door and from the spike in tim's heartbeat, kon can guess he didn't expect kon to be home already.

Kon casually sets down his backpack by the door and stalks towards his bedroom after taking his shoes off. He peaks into the room and spots tim standing in front of his bed looking a little bit like a deer caught in headlights. There are unlit candles strewn around on the floor in a seemingly random pattern, but knowing tim it's anything but random, but then the real attraction catches his eye. On the freshly made bed, there are polaroid's, dozens of polaroid's spread out on the red satin sheets that are definitely not kon’s. Kon recognises the pictures though, they are the pictures from inside that box he found in tim's room. There are some new ones here and there but it's mostly the same ones and all kon can do right now is blink and stare.

Tim apparently takes his stunned silence as disapproval because he starts slightly fidgeting with the few pictures he's still holding and starts fumbling for words. "hey, uh you are home sooner than expected hah" tim lets out a nervous laugh and kon doesn't think he's ever seen tim this nervous before "I wasn't planning on being here for, that uh it's just" he swallows and kon keeps staring "you seemed to uh like? them so I thought I'd give- but uh i can go if you-" "NO" that snaps them both out of their own little film. Kon can smell the small layer of sweat that settles on tim's skin and it's really ridiculous that Tim is nervous right now especially after what happened three days ago.

But tim didn't plan this part and from the looks of it he probably didn't even consider that kon could catch him and now his mind is reeling with a thousand possibilities of how kon could react. "Please don't go" and from the way Tim looks at him he didn't expect kon to say that either. "Okay" Tim says quietly and stands rooted to the floor worrying his lip. And then neither of them says anything for a bit, kon still gathering his wits and tim half expecting to be thrown out.

Enough of his blood travels back up to his brain to move just as Tim opens his mouth to probably say something stupid, but he doesn't get to because kon is already in front of tim and grabs his face with both of his hands and smashes their lips together. It's not much of a kiss, more just both their lips pressed together for a few seconds and kon pulls away before Tim can fully compute what is happening. Tim stares up at kon with wide eyes and his arms held up by his head and before he can say anything kon blurts out "I'm in love with you"

Tim blinks twice and after a few seconds of trying to string words together decides that words are overrated anyway and grabs Kon's shirt collar to pull him into a proper kiss. One of Tim's hands comes up to cup Kon's cheek and the other grips his collar like a vice. Kon places his hands on Tim's lower back to pull them as close together as he can. Tim walks kon backwards onto the bed and kon barely has enough time to pull back the covers with his ttk in an effort to preserve the photos before his back hits the mattress and Tim crawls on top of him. kon is starting to feel light headed from the way tim kisses him, because time is kissing him like a starved man, tim is kissing him like he never wants to do anything else.

Tim's lips are soft and wet against his and they feel so good, kon drowns in the feeling of kissing him and if it were anyone else he'd be embarrassed about getting this hard from just kissing, but with tim it was just the normal conclusion to them making out.

Kon slides one of his hands up into tims hair and it's just as soft as he imagined, tim pulls back slightly to catch his breath "do you wanna-" before tim can finish his question kon’s already answering "yes, yes whatever you want yes" kon sounds out of breath and so desperate, hed take anything tim is willing to give him. Tim’s face pulls into a dirty grin and kon can see the lust in his eyes and how blown his pupils are. Tim leans back in for another kiss and kon feels like he's on fire, every point of contact with Tim feels like flames are licking through him and on top of that Tim is a phenomenal kisser. not that kon ever doubted tim's kissing abilities, tim was good at everything so obviously he'd be a good kisser.

Kon moans into the kiss and Tim takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into Kon's mouth. And if kon wasn't already hard, that would have done it. Tim’s tongue feels like heaven in his mouth and kon thinks could die happy like this. Tim wants more though. He trails his hands down from his neck to his pecs and squeezes them roughly, kon moans again and starts slowly rocking his hips up into tim's ass. Tim hums into the kiss and lets his hands trail lover, tracing over kon’s abs and finally arriving at the shirt hem so he can slip his hand underneath to feel the smooth unmarked skin of kon’s stomach.

Tim grips the shirt's fabric hard and tucks on it in a silent command, but before kon can really do anything tim takes his mouth off kon’s "off, off now" tim gasps into kon’s mouth and he sounds just as desperate as kon feels. Without thinking much about it, Kon brings his hands up to his chest to rip his shirt clean off. Tim makes a small 'oh' noise in the back of his throat as he watches kon tear through his shirt like its tinfoil and he would be lying if he said that didn't turn him on. Their kiss gets more heated as kon pulls tim back down by the neck, tim starts to rock his hips to match kon’s rhythm and drags his calloused hands over the soft tanned skin of kon’s now exposed chest.

Kon starts tugging on tims shirt in turn, but only whines softly into the kiss to voice his grievances about the fabric covering tim's torso instead of using actual words because that would mean stop kissing tim and he really Really likes kissing tim, and tim really want kon to rip his shirt off. So Tim sinks his hand into kon’s curls and yanks him upwards into a sitting position. "rip it off" kon blinks a few times at the rapid change in position barely processing the command "wh-" tim rocks his hips forward and interrupts him "rip my shirt off, clone boy" kon lets out a small noise of understanding before doing as he was told and ripping tims shit clean open in the front.

The second tim's pale chest is exposed kon’s lips are on his skin and trails wet kisses down tims neck. Kon grips tim's ass to pull him closer by it and Tim mewls at the feeling, tilting his head back to give more access. Kon kneads his ass through his jeans and drags his tongue over tim's collarbone pulling more moans from his mouth. And then Tim feels the familiar feeling of kon’s ttk field spreading across his body. It lifts him carefully and pulls his jeans off and apparently kon’s as well because when the field dissipates he finds himself sitting on soft unmarred skin instead of the rough jean fabric he was expecting. Kon slips his hands under tim's boxers to grip his bare ass and drags his teeth over tim's skin.

Tim grips kon’s hair and pulls him off his neck so they can look each other in the eye. They are both breathing heavily and Tim hasn't stopped rocking his hips. "kon, I want you to fuck me" Kon’s breath hitches and he squeezes tim's ass again. Tim can feel kon’s hard on against his ass and the feeling drives him mad, he needs kon inside him now "please kon~" that sets kon back in motion, before tim can blink kon’s tongue is back in his mouth and kon’s grip on his ass allows him to maneuver tim however he wants. The thought makes tim's dick leak and he whines into the kiss. Tim feels how one of kon’s hands leaves his ass, then the ttk spreads around his lover half again, pulling his boxer shorts off and leaving him completely naked in kon’s arms.

Kon bites tim's lip softly and pulls back the tiniest bit so that their lips are still brushing "this could be cold" he whispers before he reconnects their lips and then Tim feels Kon's lube-covered fingers circle his entrance before slipping just the tip of his finger in. Tim moans into Kon's mouth and rocks back into his hand. Kon feels like there's lava flowing through his veins, even just having his finger inside tim feels so good.

Kon pushes his finger all the way in and starts thrusting it in and out slowly earning him a disgruntled sound from Tim who started moving his hips faster. "more" tim all but growls into his mouth, the desperation in his voice makes kon chuckle slightly "impatient are we?" tim's grip on his hair tightens as he tugs kon’s head backwards forcefully pulling him away from his neck "kon I swear to fucking god if you don't speed this along and put more of those beautiful fingers inside of me ill make sure you wont cum today you hear that?" kon’s dick twitches and the grip on tim's ass cheek tenses "loud and clear" kon’s face turns even redder if that's possible and nods "good boy" and tim feels the way kon’s dick twitched at that.

Tim pats his cheek and then kon pushes another finger into Tim and gets rewarded with a loud moan coming out of tim's mouth. Kon wastes no time this time and starts stretching tim out, tim looks so good like this groaning and panting as he fucks himself back on to kon’s fingers. Kon can hear the slick drag of his fingers slipping in and out of tim's loosening hole. It doesn't take long for tim's hands to start wandering downwards to slip into kon boxers, that he's still wearing much to tim's disappointment, to grip his pulsing dick. Kon whines when his neglected dick finally gets some attention as Tim starts stroking him slowly, okay kon thinks he gets the point now.

Kon picks up the pace a little with his fingers before slipping a third finger inside tim, he starts his scissoring motions back up a little too slowly for tim apparently, cause he drags a nail over kon’s slit and licks a thick stripe up his neck ending right under his ear. kon almost cums right there and mumbles a quick "yup got it sorry" before pushing his fingers in and out of tim faster.

But Tim decides he's had enough and grabs kon’s wrist, pulling his fingers out to push kon back onto the bed where he makes quick work of kon’s boxers. Tim pulls a knife from fuck knows where and slices the underwear of with two clean movements and the knife disappears back to where it came from, where ever that is. Kon lets out an embarrassing sound from the back of his throat as his dick is finally freed from the tight fabric and slaps against his stomach. Tim stills at the sight of it, it's not like he's never seen kon naked before, he's just, never seen it this close or this clearly, his cameras are good but he doubts any camera could do it justice.

Kon is big, Tim knew he would be but knowing and seeing are two different things "hey, you okay?" kon asks with concern filling his voice, he wipes his hand on a piece of fabric that once was his boxers and then softly places his hands on tim's thighs to rub soothing circles into his skin. Tim takes in a steading breath "yeah fine just" he leans forward a bit and wraps his hand around kon’s dick again "wasn't expecting it to be this big" kon sighs at the feeling of tim's calloused hands finally touching him "you like what you see?" kon asks with a teasing glint in his eye and tim smirks back "very, now lets see if you know how to use it"

Before kon can say anything else tim grabs the lube, squirts a generous amount onto his hand and then coats kon’s dick with it. Kon gasps sharply at the feeling of the cold substance touching his cock, Tim gives him a few short strokes and lines kon up with his hole before sinking down on it in one fluid motion. Kon grips tim's thighs hard and throws his head back "fuck oh god" kon’s eyes glaze over and he tries to catch his breath desperately. Tim is panting and bends over kon, his hands come up to rest on kon’s pecs as he tries to adjust to kon’s frankly ridiculous size.

It doesn't take tim to long to get his breathing under control thanks to his bat training and all that shit. But when he tries to slowly start moving, kon grips his thigs harder in a way that will probably leave bruises and a small pull if ttk keeps him still "wait, fuck, wait ~hah~ shit you're so tight oh my god ah~" kon mumbles into the air between them and the blush that was already slowly settling on tims face exploded down his neck and chest. "Okay, okay, just, breathe, take your time" tim's breath is shaking with need and anticipation, but he stays still and waits for kon to catch his breath.

Tim can feel his rapid pulse under the hand placed on his chest and lets his eyes roam over kon’s naked form spread out beneath him. Kon’s face is flushed and the blush spreads from his forehead down to his sternum, in Tim's opinion kon is the most beautiful person to ever exist. Kon's hair is loosely strewn around his head in a way that makes it look vaguely like a halo and if the ttk wasn't preventing it he would lean down to kiss him senseless again.

Kon’s breathing is slowly evening out and his firm hold on Tim's thighs is letting up. "Okay, i think im, you can m- aah" Tim doesn't wait for kon to finish his sentence, the second he feels the ttk let go he starts moving. The wave of pleasure that shoots through tim has him throw his head back and let out a string of high pitched moans he wasn't even aware he could make. "shit, shit tim oh my god" kon blubbers out and his hands move up to grip tim’s hips.

Kon has his eyes shut tightly fully focused on matching tim's movements when the other stops abruptly drawing a questioning whine from kon, "kon" tim leans down to whisper in his ear, even if he doesn't need to because kon literally has super hearing he still does it just to be a little shit. "i want you to look at me while I ride you" kon has never opened his eyes so fast in his life and as soon as he locks eyes with tim he regrets ever having shut them. Tim looks like a vision from god, his lips are red and kiss swollen, his face beautifully flushed and the fine sheen of sweat that covers his entire body makes him look like he's glowing in the evening sun coming in through the window. Tim looks like an angel sent from heaven and kon is breathless all over again. "goood boy" tim draws the words out and doesn't miss the ways kon’s dick twitches inside him and the small noise kon lets out at being called a good boy.

Tim starts moving again, this time while maintaining intense eye contact with kon who already looks absolutely ruined, he cant keep in his moans any longer not while seeing tim like this and tim can relate to that because to him seeing kon in this state was probably the greatest thing to ever happen to him and he can feel himself getting close to the edge. Then finally kon grips tim's waist properly and starts matching tim's rhythm again, he's fighting to keep his eyes open, to keep looking at tim and then a particular hard thrust from kon makes tim throw his head back and yell as he hits his prostate dead on. "There, again please kon again" Tim digs his nails into kon’s pecs and he feels himself tear up.

Kon, god bless him, obeys tim's request and thrust back up into him, hitting his sweet spot almost ever single time and tim sees fucking stars. Kon's name falls out his mouth like a mantra and Tim worries it's the only word he even remembers how to say at this point. "fuck, tim" kon’s voice shakes and his hands tremble and he sounds so utterly gone and lost in pleasure, all it takes to tip tim over the edge is catching a glimpse of kon’s eyes, they're wet and wide and there's a few tears running down his cheeks. Tim's orgasm hits him like a semi-truck, he claws at kon’s chest, clenches around his dick, his toes curl, his eyes squeeze shut and he lets out a string of what he assumes are desperate please for kon, he doesn't know what he's pleading for though.

Kon fucks tim through his orgasm, but he's nearing his limit rapidly and the sight of tim painting his chest white really isn't helping, and then tim starts babbling "kon please fuck, fuck please kon, kon, kon" and its over for kon, he spills deep into tim and shouts his name. He's just aware enough to remember not to squeeze tim's waist so he doesn't accidentally shatter his hip.

Tim falls boneless onto Kon's chest after kon carefully pulls out his softening dick. Kon wraps an arm around his back and presses a soft kiss against tim's temple as they both try to catch their breath while also basking in the afterglow in their orgasms. They stay like that for a short while. Then Tim mumbles something under his breath but kon is still a little too out of it to catch it, "what was that?" he feels tim huff into his shoulder before he turns his head so his nose is pressed into the side of kon’s neck "i said, I'm also, in love with you" he whispers it but kon hears it this time and he feels the butterflies pick up again. "I sure hope so, it would really suck if the best sex of my life was a one time thing" he can feel tim's smile pressing into his neck “shut up” tim mumbles out and feels his face getting hotter at the comment.

Kon can feel how Tim is slowly falling asleep on top of him by the way the tension slowly bleeds out of all of his muscles and his heartbeat slows. "tim, sunshine we need to get you cleaned up" kon could hear tim's heart skip a beat at the nickname but he just buries his face farther in kon’s neck, the only sound he made was a very squished sounding "nuh-uh" Kon can't help but smile at his antics but tried again non the less "come one tim you'll be uncomfortable if we don't. I'll be right back, i promise" tim whines in disapproval, does however roll onto his back allowing kon to get up. Kon kisses him sweetly on the lips with a "thank you sunshine" before using his super speed to get a damp cloth and some water. He arrives back at tim's side in barely two seconds, sets the glass of water on the bedside table and starts gently wiping Tim down.

Once time is all clean kon lays back into bed and tim practically throws himself back onto kon’*s chest. Kon wraps his arms tightly around Tim and pulls the blanket over them with ttk. Tim starts peppering Kon's neck in featherlight kisses and kon melts, just when he is about to fall asleep kon spots his closet and a thought crosses his mind "hey tim, was the camera on?" Tim doesn't respond, pretending to be dead asleep already but kon can feel the shit eating grin that's spread across tim's face against his neck so that answers that question. Kon pulls tim closer against his chest and places a soft kiss on the crown of his head.