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He doesn't know how he ended up here, Kon on his knees in front of him as he sits in his bed, looking up at him and leaning into the palm of his hand resting in his hair.
Of course, it's not him. Not the real Kon.
He appeared in a flash of blue light in the midst of a battle. The whole team (except Kon and Bart his mind reminds unhelpfully) was there, gaping as this Superboy walked out of the portal. For a second, he thought it was his Kon, but then he noticed his suit. It was like looking in a funhouse mirror. They were both wearing each other's colors.
He's stuck here now, and somehow one thing led to another and they're in Tim’s room, Kon’s unearthly eyes staring at him, lidded with desire.
“It doesn't have to mean anything.” He reasons. “It won't mean anything.” The other Kon is silent but presses even further into the palm of Tim's hand. “Seriously,” he says, his heart beat beginning to race, “this is it.” It has to be it because even though Tim is selfish and wants what he'll never get to have, he knows himself. There isn't a Kon in any universe that wouldn't make him addicted.
Kon raises his hands to grip Tim's hips. “Just this once.” He agrees, dipping his thumbs under the pants of Tim’s sweats. Tim drops his hand and places it on his shoulder, the other clenching the yellow cape of his Robin costume. He leans down and kisses his forehead before sliding his lips down to Kon’s. They're not as soft as he thought they'd be. But Kon kisses back gently, the hands on his hips moving down to grasp at his thighs. Tim's breath hitches and Kon takes it as an invitation to press forward and open his mouth.
It's deep and wet. Kon kisses like he's never kissed anyone before and a deep heat pools in his belly at the thought.
This Kon is his.
Kon breaks the kiss to unclip his cape and remove his gloves. With a flex of his muscles, he pulls off the top of his armored suit before pushing Tim onto his back and climbing over him. He swoops in for another kiss before moving to mouth at his neck. He bites down on the tender flesh and Tim knows there will be a mark in the morning. Tim moans and rakes his fingers across his back. He's more muscular than he remembers Kon being, and he feels it deep under his fingers. Kon leaves hickies closer and closer to his hairline until his nose is pressed against the hair splayed across the mattress.
As he sucks and kisses at his neck, Kon’s fingers creep under Tim's t-shirt and rub up and down his sides, before slowly moving to raise his shirt. Tim pulls away to take it all the way off, before tugging at Kon's pants.
“Come on- I wanna see.”
Kon gives him a small smile and shrugs them off, the belt landing in a pile on the floor. Tim gives him a soft smile back before pulling off his own sweats, leaving him only in his boxers.
From what he can tell through the jock, Kon is big. He never saw his Kon’s dick, but if it was anything like this Kon's, Tim would've been happy with it. He slowly puts his hand on the jock, feeling his cock through the fabric. Kon groans, his hip stuttering like he wanted to thrust into his hand. He's still leaning back on the bed so he takes a moment to stand between Kon’s legs before turning and guiding him back onto the bed. Tim grins and pulls the jock aside, pumping it a few times before leaning in close. Kon looks starstruck, his eyes wide and surprised.
“Can I?" he asks, noting as it flexes under his breath.
“Yeah.”
Tim gives the head a kiss and licks down the length before taking it in. It’s big, he can't get it all the way in so he uses his hands as well, noting which twist gets a particularly deep moan out of Kon. As he moves his mouth up and down the length, he looks up at Kon, swirling his tongue in the process. Kon's head is leaned back, his eyes shut in pleasure and his hands splayed back keeping him upright.
“Jesus Rob- Tim .” He manages to groan out.
Tim keeps pulling up and down, occasionally popping off to mouth at his balls. He pushes himself to take him deeper, tries desperately not to tear up as his cock touches the back of his throat. Mind over matter , he reminds himself. If he were with his Kon he'd want it to be good for him too.
Tim is in the middle of pressing himself further down when Kon reaches onto his hair and suddenly pulls him off. He’s panting, a flush attractively dusting his face.
“Sorry. I was gonna cum.” He says, huffing. “Your turn.”
“What-”
And with a bit of TTK, Tim is suddenly flat on his back with Kon's face pressed against the wet spot of his boxers. He looks up at him, eyes lidded, and wow. That's a sight Tim will never forget. Kon rubs his face on the fabric, before pulling them down and tossing them behind him. Tim's cock bumps into his stomach. Kon examines it for a moment, analytical in a way he wouldn't expect him to be, before he dives in. He takes too much too fast and has to pull off with a cough, tears dotting at his eyes.
“Hey, it's okay.” Tim says, sitting up, “you don't need to go so far down.”
“No, I want to,” Kon says before diving in again. And it feels so good, the wet warmth of his mouth. Tim can't help but groan and lean back in pleasure as he feels Kon move up and down his length. Fuck .
Kon sucks and does something with his tongue that makes Tim burn up. He had no idea Kon could do something like this. Could he always do this? Tim can't help but moan over and over, trying desperately not to thrust into the warmth. By the strain he’s feeling in his leg, he's probably unsuccessful and stuttering his hips into Kon’s mouth.
He feels a deep spooling in his gut that only intensifies when Kon creeps a hand under him and begins to circle at his hole.
Kon looks up inquisitively.
“ Yes.” he manages to pant out.
He manages to pull off with a pop before shoving two fingers into his mouth. He's back on him before Tim knows it, and the finger that was swirling at his entrance is back, prodding at him. Tim forces himself to relax. With a deep breath, he untenses all his muscles and Kon slowly presses a finger in. Kon’s fingers are thicker than his own. He had never experienced them before but fuck they were perfect.
Before long, Kon adds a second one. The two sensations batter at him dangerously and it isn't long before Tim has to desperately pull him off, too close to cumming for comfort. He has one opportunity to be with Kon, he needed to make it last.
Kon pulled off of him with a kiss to his stomach, but kept scissoring at his hole. Tim feels like he's on fire. He's always loved the stretching sensation and he's tempted to forgo more fingers in favor of finally getting Kon’s cock in him like he’s always dreamed.
“Come on,” he whines. “You don't have to keep stretching me. I'm good.”
Kon looks him over,
“Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, Tim.”
“I can take it.”
Kon stops and thinks it over.
“No.” And continues stretching him, sticking a third finger in his mouth to add to the mix.
Tim pants at the added intrusion. Fuck he’d forgotten how insufferable Kon can be. He needs his cock in him now.
“I swear to god, Kon-el, if you don't get your cock in me-”
“It's actually Wayne.”
He’d forgotten that Kon was a Wayne. Kon shrugs it off.
“Where’s your lube?” Kon asks.
“First drawer, right side.” Kon doesn't even stop what he's doing, the lube just floats out of the drawer and into his raised hand. Tim doesn’t think his Kon could do that.
Kon stops and pulls his fingers out. He feels empty for just a short moment as Kon lubes himself and lines up his length with Tim's hole.
“Ready?” He asks, breathing heavy with arousal.
Tim nods.
He presses in slowly, and while the stretch is not as strong as he'd like, Tim still tilts his head back and moans at the feeling. Kon huffs as he pushes in, the strain visible on his face. His fingers dig into Tim's hips with bruising strength.
“You feel just like I imagined.” Kon manages to breath out.
“Is that a good thing?”
“Very good.”
When he finally bottoms out, Tim has to take a moment to adjust, Kon dutifully waiting for him to give the go ahead. Tim stares at him, taking in the sight of Kon's sweaty flushed face and body. It's beautiful. Kon is beautiful. But he has more scars than his Kon had had and he trails his fingers across them, moving up his body until they finally reach his shoulders. He drapes his arms over them.
“ Move. ”
And with the order, Kon moves, starting slow, testing the pull of his hips, before speeding up. Each thrust rocks into Tim, almost pushing him up the bed with its force. It feels good. It feels even better when Kon tilts his hips and hits that spot inside of him, bringing stars behind his eyes.
He wants to feel like this forever, he wants to feel Kon forever. Kon drips sweat as he leans over him and Tim has the sudden urge to lick it off him. From this view, he looks just like the real one. He takes his hands and runs them through Kon's hair, pulling him close and scratching at his scalp. Kon leans into the touch.
Tim moans at every thrust, hiccuping shouts coming out of him as Kon presses in harder and deeper. But when he grips at Kon's hair all he can think about is the fact that it's too long under his fingers. Kon had an undercut, and short cropped hair near his death. Suddenly, he is filled with regret. This felt wrong. This is wrong.
Kon groans and leans in to kiss him once again, his thrusts never ceasing. It's only when Tim tunes back in, he realises tears are streaming down Kon's face. Tim has to stop this.
“Kon,” he tries to mouth around his lips. Kon presses his lips closer. “Kon!”
He tries again. “ Kon stop! ”
Immediately, Kon stops. He pulls out and wipes at his face.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No! You're- you're crying? Are you okay?” Tim asks
“I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.”
“No! No, it's okay.” he reassures him.
Distantly, he wonders what Kon’s thinking about to make him act this way.
“Do you want to keep going?” Tim asks hesitantly.
“Yeah, sorry, let's-” Kon breathes for a moment. “You’re okay, Tim?”
“Yeah, I'm fine.”
They don't say anything as they continue, the only sound in the room being the smacking of bodies against each other and their muted groans. Kon kisses him like he needs it the whole time. Tears don't stop streaming down his face. He presses their bodies together as close as he can, like he's trying to be inside Tim's skin. The closeness puts pressure on Tim's cock and it isn't long before he tips over the edge with a long groan.
Kon slows for a second.
“I'm close.”
With that, he begins to jackhammer into Tim, the overstimulation clearing all thoughts of his Kon from his mind. It isn't before long before he moans loud and with one, two, three thrusts, spills his seed inside of Tim.
They both breath hard, foreheads pressed together as they recover from the force of their orgasms.
It was alright. Tim thinks to himself. He wonders if his Kon would be better, knowing full well that the man inside of him is nothing like the man he knew.
Kon pulls out and looks him over, as if trying to commit this sight to memory. He stares at Tim for an almost awkward amount of time before collapsing on the bed next to him. He turns to face Tim and wraps his arm around him, tucking himself under Tim's shoulder.
“Was that alright?" he asks, hesitantly.
“It was great.”
Kon relaxes. “Good.” It's silent for a moment. “Thank you.”
At this moment Tim thinks that his Kon would've quipped about being a sex god or needing a cigarette or something like that. But this isn't his Kon so instead he just watches as Kon presses in closer. Kon closes his eyes and breathes in deep.
“You don't smell like I remember.”
“Really?” Tim asks. He sniffs the air. “I don't remember what you smelled like," Tim admits. It didn't seem important at the time. It's one of his bigger regrets. The mundane things he lost when Kon died, the things that even this Kon can’t make up for.
Kon sighs and grips Tim a little tighter. In a few minutes he's snoring. Tim can’t sleep, hasn't slept since… well since everything. This gives him plenty of time to think.
This wasn't his Kon. But it was close... Huh. He chews on that thought. Maybe that's all he needs. Something close enough.
Yeah. Something close enough.