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Bart notices he’s in pre-rut, drops his game controller on his bed, and then bolts through SmallvilleTitansTowerSanFranciscoMetropolisGothamGateway and finds Kon hanging out with Cassie in her new apartment, and yes he could’ve texted and asked Kon where he was but this was literally faster, Bart doesn’t judge everyone else’s methods, okay?
Like. If they're stupid methods that don't work or take forever, yeah, but otherwise he doesn't.
Seriously, time management is a thing.
The point is, Kon’s hanging out with Cassie in her apartment, laying on his stomach on her couch with his arms folded on one of its arms and also a couple of stacked-up throw pillows and looking vaguely cranky about something while he watches her do whatever she’s doing over in her kitchen, which Bart guesses he’ll have to ask him about after he’s done—the cranky thing, he means, like just to make sure everything’s okay and all; whatever Cassie’s doing over in her kitchen probably doesn’t matter—but right now he’s in pre-rut so right now that’s gonna have to wait.
But it’s Cassie, so that’s the only thing that’s gonna have to wait.
That whole thought process takes about a quarter of a picosecond as Bart’s vibrating in through the apartment wall, and it takes even less time than that to get across the living room and on top of Kon. He shoves his hands under Kon’s waist to yank open the other's belt and jeans and yank them exactly far enough down to bare Kon’s ass and hole without wasting any fraction of time more than that. Kon pretty much never wears underwear unless it’s a come-on, which also saves having to waste any time getting that pulled down and which Bart very much appreciates right now.
Especially because now he’s in actual rut.
Cycles are so stupid, grife. He has no idea how anybody, like, actually enjoys ‘em.
Bart shoves a couple fingers into his own mouth just long enough to get them dripping with his spit, then shoves those fingers into Kon’s hole and presses his knuckles into the other’s favorite spot and vibrates them. Kon doesn’t react, because Bart didn’t bother slowing down enough for him to have even clocked him touching him yet or even clocked him being here yet, but it’s fine. Kon’s got at least some superspeed, and a lot of invulnerability, so he can take it. And he'll clock him in a few minutes—or well, like half a second. Subjective versus objective, whichever; again, it's fine.
Well, like—as long as he doesn’t get too carried away, anyway. But Bart’s not gonna do that unless Kon asks real nice for it first and right now he’s too busy to stop and ask so like, yeah, it’s whatever.
Anyway, he used his own spit instead of Kon’s this time, so probably the alpha pheromones and whatever’ll help Kon get into it faster, he figures? Probably.
Maybe.
Bart just really needs to get his dick wet right now, so he didn’t wanna eat Kon out first when it’s just waaaaay faster using his fingers to shove some rutted-up spit up inside the other and give him some nice deep vibrations at the same time. He can vibrate his fingers a whole lot harder than his tongue anyway. And get them a whole lot deeper, too.
Kon looks really hot right now even just from the back and Bart lets himself have a sixteenth of a picosecond to drink in the sight of his big broad shoulders and narrow waist and the sharp black line of his T-shirt splitting across the bared small of his back and the dimples in his back, and also to think about how weird that is. Like, objectively he knows Kon’s supposed to be hot or whatever but subjectively he never actually notices that kind of thing ‘til he’s rutting, and he has no idea why everybody else apparently notices it all the time unless they’re all just way hornier than even makes sense for a functional person to be or a functional society to support a functional person as being or—
Wait, right. Doing something, Bart remembers, then yanks his fingers back out of Kon’s hole and shoves his cock into it instead.
Then he remembers the subjective time thing and stops for a couple hours to ask: “Color?”
“GREEN!” Kon’s already yelping into the throw pillows, clutching desperately at the arm of the couch and shoving his ass back against him as his hole clenches up hard. Which, like—Bart appreciates that too, considering. Like, the efficiency and all, it’s thoughtful.
“Bart—” Cassie starts to say kinda exasperatedly, but Kon already answered and also they all already talked about this so—
“Okay, cool,” Bart says, then stops waiting and grabs the back of Kon's neck to dig his nails in and jackhammer his dick into him. Kon likes the jackhammer thing and Bart likes not having to waste time on a ton of weird boring foreplay stuff instead of just getting to the point already, so that usually works out pretty good for them.
Though stopping to ask about the color thing was probably a good idea because now Kon’s hole is soaking wet and really really easy to fuck.
Like Super-easy, specifically.
Bart has really never fucked annnnnything that could take it like Kryptonian omega hole can. Like—half-Kryptonian, he means. Or like demi-Kryptonian, because they all had that one conversation about demigod stuff and mixed-race stuff and hybrid stuff a few decades ( years? months? whatever ) ago and then he and Cassie and Tim’d started calling Kon that instead and Kon had gotten a little weird about it and kinda laughed it off like “oh my god you fucking nerds, I don't ACTUALLY care” but now just gets kinda soft about it, so Bart figures even if Kon does not actually care about getting called “half”-anything, he definitely still cares about them caring about him and trying to do nice things for him and stuff.
So like yeah, anyway. Demi-Kryptonian omega hole gets totally soaked and gets totally soaked in a way that lets Bart really go all-out on it, but demi-Kryptonian brain can't really keep up with what's happening “all-out” and gets really, really overwhelmed trying to keep up.
Bart really does not get what other people are talking about when they talk about what gets them off most of the time, but when he’s got Kon on his knot and the other's shrieking and sobbing about it, then at least a little bit of it makes sense.
Like, a liiiiittle bit.
He admires Kon's back for a whole entire microsecond—the dimples in it, again, and his increasingly rucked-up shirt and the flexed tension in his muscles and how he's just halfway turned his head to try and look back over his shoulder, his expression already looking like he's had the breath kicked out of him—and then looks down between them to watch Kon's hole swallow his cock againagainagainagain, as wet and greedy and easy to fuck as always. Bart can actually fuck Kon with his knot basically full-blown, because like—touch-based telekinetic demi-Kryptonian with a pretty high sex drive even out of heat, so yeah, Kon can take pretty much whatever he’s got as long as he gets a second or two for his brain and body to actually react to whatever’s getting done to it. Like, unless he’s already horny, ‘cuz then he doesn’t even need that.
Though when Kon's got his full-blown knot actually fully locked, Bart literally cannot even vibrate enough to even phase out of him. So that's always kinda weird.
He’s not actually used to being stuck anywhere, especially not for that long. Like—sometimes even a couple minutes, grife.
Definitely weird, yeah.
Usually Bart kinda just lets Kon do his own thing with the sex stuff; he has cleared a lot of games on either his handhelds or his phone while Kon went down on or rode him or stuff like that. Like, it feels good, sure, and he likes that Kon likes it, but also mostly it kinda just feels like watching Wendy the Werewolf Stalker or Cherub or random cheerleading competitions with him? Like, Kon likes it so Bart’s not gonna bitch or complain—well, maybe when Kon binges a whole 26-episode season all at once and takes a million billion trillion years to remember he exists—and sometimes he feels like watching it too, or at least maybe flipping through some of the tie-in comics for a couple hours/seconds, but most of the time it’s just not a thing he’s into. Like okay, Kon’s having fun, so he’ll just get him vintage Wendy merch for his birthday and go to the occasional fan convention and play his weird card games with him sometimes, same as Kon plays his games so he can help him farm items and sits through meditation with him sometimes and does his best to speed up for him when he just can’t slow down.
Explaining that to people always makes them look at him like he’s weird, but it makes sense to him and Kon doesn’t care, so he doesn’t get why they care.
Though Bart also doesn't get why Kon likes stuff like getting his mouth knotted—that seriously makes even less sense to him than most people’s opinions about sex—but Kon also gets really cute with a dick in his mouth and way cuter with a knot in his mouth, so it’s whatever. Bart kinda just figures it's either an omega thing or a Kon thing and doesn't really worry about it otherwise. The only hard part’s staying enough in objective time to actually stay hard long enough to let Kon enjoy himself about it, and slowing down his handheld’s mods usually helps pretty okay with that?
Like, usually.
Sex is just really grifin’ weird, is all, but like, it feels good and Kon likes to make him feel good, and Bart likes . . . like, letting Kon feel good, he guesses is what it is?
Kon always says he likes that Bart doesn’t care what he looks like and that Bart doesn’t care if they even have sex at all; likes that Bart usually forgets to really look at him all that much and mostly only responds to what he does and maybe what he says, not how he looks or anything he comes looking for. Which is, like, pretty much the exact literal opposite of what Kon has liked in almost every single other situation they have ever been in their whole entire lives? But Bart figures Kon knows what he’s into so it’s whatever.
Sex is just really, really grifin’ weird and he does not get it.
So like, that’s another reason rut sucks so bad, because when he’s rutting, he cares a lot about if they have sex and trying to stay in objective time is a nightmare and it’s just the sprocking worst and Bart actually, like, hates it both objectively and subjectively and it is actually sprocking bullshit and he just really wants to kinda set the whole entire world on fire and also fuck Kon stupid in objective time or not and just can’t grifing stop thinking about how bad he needs to get his dick in him and how bad he needs to knot him and how bad he needs to come in him, like it is seriously a problem and he can’t even think about anything else and he just wants to fucking use him.
Kon also says he likes that, though, so like . . . Bart definitely doesn’t get what other people think about sex, yeah.
Oh, right, he was doing something, Bart remembers, and then refocuses on rutting Kon’s hole and debates if he wants to knot him yet or not because like, he doesn’t wanna get stuck but also he reallyreallyreally fucking wants to blow his knot and also like, technically they’re doing this for a reason and all, ‘cuz normally they’re both on suppressants anyway because, like, literally every single speedster pretty much just has to be to keep up a secret ID and also not be constantly annoyed, and it’s really less than ideal for Kryptonians not to be either ‘cuz they’re really sensitive to other people’s cycles and—
Grife, it is so weird how he feels about watching Kon’s hole take his dick when he’s rutting, Bart thinks, tilting his head speculatively as he does more of said watching. Like—literally everything about rut is weird? But how he feels during it is what’s really weird.
Like—Super weird, definitely, but just all-over weird.
Seriously, just looking at the curve of Kon’s ass and lower back and spine is making him wanna blow his knot right now, even without taking into account anything about how actually fucking Kon feels.
Rut is super, super weird.
Most of the time Bart literally does not even care about anything about Kon’s ass except if he has to make room for it on the couch or if Kon asks him to ride it for a while, but grifing rut is so grifing stupid. He really only even needs to come the once to knock somebody up so in his opinion that’s all rut should need, obviously, but rut does not agree with that opinion, because rut is stupid.
So yeah, he guesses he’ll come a few times before he actually knots, Bart decides. Kon’s not gonna let him out for at least a minute once he does, so better to burn off as much of the stupid rut stuff as possible first, he figures. Because otherwise: ugh.
And anyway, demi-Kryptonian omega hole can take it.
So Bart takes a few more seconds to fuck a few orgasms into said demi-Kryptonian omega hole—only like five, but that’s about as much patience as he can manage right now anyway, rut is so stupid—and the sixth he buries his dick in to the hilt and does actually knot, and comes so hard his vision whites out and he drops down into objective time where it’s probably been, like, maybe ten or fifteen seconds, and where Kon’s clawing at the arm of the couch and just started shrieking. Or maybe, like, was already shrieking; Bart was kinda distracted, he guesses?
Rut is so weird.
“Bart, Bart, BART!” Kon gasps desperately, his soaked and sopping mess of a hole locking Bart’s knot tight and his TTK basically doing the same thing to, like, Bart’s entire body, and Bart huffs a little bit breathlessly and leans heavier over the other’s back. Not that he’s, like, even remotely “heavy” to Kon, especially with his TTK all over him, but that’s not the point or anything. Like—duh he’s not. Obviously. “Bart, PLEASE!”
“Hm?” Bart asks, his orgasm long over but brain still a little distracted. Everybody else always says they can’t really feel TTK, but he thinks either maybe everybody else is just really, really unobservant or maybe Kon is just a horny weirdo who really wants him to feel his TTK or maybe, like, both of those things are true at once, since it’s not really like either of them being true rules out the other one being true, really? Like, not in any way Bart can figure out, anyway.
Then he realizes Kon’s pheromones are burningly close to hitting sympathy heat and oh, yeah, that’s a thing and all.
Sprock, Kryptonians are really sensitive to other people’s pheromones.
Also, yeah, probably the overstimulation of getting six rounds straight of alpha jizz fucked into him without actually coming himself is catching up with Kon right now. And, like—the sympathy heat thing and all, probably.
“Oh, right,” Bart realizes, folding his arms on the back of the other’s shoulder blades and settling down stretched out on top of him. Honestly his rut’s pretty much over, so . . . “Well, my knot’ll probably last another twenty or thirty seconds; that’s enough time for you to get yourself off, right?”
Kon whimpers and super-speed—only Super-speed super-speed, but still—shoves a hand down under himself to get on his cock and desperately rub it with again-just-Super-speed, which Bart figures is him trying to get himself off, so okay, cool, he doesn’t have to worry about that. Mostly he just has to worry about Kon’s hips bucking or spine arching too much while he’s scrambling to come before Bart’s knot goes soft inside him, and since Kon’s got his TTK around him that’s not really an issue either. So yeah, it’s whatever.
Kon really hates missing out on coming on his knot, especially when he’s any kind of heated-up, so Bart can, like—kinda be patient, probably. Or kinda forgive him for locking him this tight, anyway.
Kiiiiinda.
Bart rests his chin in a hand, then glances down at the back of Kon’s neck and half-debates biting his mating gland. He's never actually been able to give Kon a bite that’ll scar, but he knows if he spends the ( subjective ) time he can leave a mark that’ll last for at least a little while. But also if he sped up enough to do that right now his knot’d go down even faster than usual and Kon would probably, like, cry about that, so he guesses that can wait.
He’s not really horny anymore, or even turned-on or anything, and honestly now everything’s kinda like—gross and sticky and messy and kinda “ew”, but like, it does still feel pretty good to have Kon locking his knot this hard and clinging to him this hard. And like also, just because his libido operates on a totally different time scale from Kon’s doesn’t mean he’s gonna be a dick to his omega just ‘cuz he’s not rutted-up or whatever anymore.
“Think it took this time?” he asks curiously, poking Kon’s mating gland a little bit regretfully. He definitely should’ve bitten him while he was in subjective time, yeah, though Kon does whimper pretty cute when he pokes it, so he does that again a couple times. “Well, this six times, ‘cuz that’s how many times I came in you. No offense, just figured probably you couldn’t keep track again.”
“ALPHA!” Kon shrieks even more desperately, his TTK absolutely definitely the only thing that’s keeping the couch from breaking underneath them as he jerks up underneath him again and strokes his cock all the way to frantic speed. It’s kinda like surfing, aside from being literally nothing whatsoever even slightly like surfing.
Honestly, Kon might be getting faster? Like, just in general, lately? Bart’s kinda into that, he thinks.
Well, like—definitely he’s into that, yeah, but right now he thinks he's sexy into it? So that's new, definitely.
“I mean, yeah?” Bart says, because, like—duh he’s an alpha, and also he was thinking about something else, he thinks, wasn’t—oh, right, he was thinking—“Hey, maybe it took more than once, you’re a big bitch, bet you could totally carry a whole big sprockin’ litter up your—”
Kon immediately comes with an absolute scream as he shoves his forehead down into the cushions and yanks the bottom of his T-shirt down over his hips, which Bart guesses is probably him trying not to totally fuck up Cassie’s couch. Like, he assumes, anyway, just with how hard Kon squirts and how much slick and come he’s already had fucked into him and has dripping down the insides of his thighs. He spends his whole orgasm shaking so hard he’s almost vibrating, which Bart is also kinda into, considering.
Also it’s kinda cute too, watching his omega act like he’s almost trying to actually keep up with him or something.
Slowpoke.
Probably worth the gross and sticky, Bart decides, and pokes Kon’s mating gland again, and Kon keens and maybe, like, has another orgasm? Maybe?
Kinda hard to tell, though he definitely clutches up like he’s having another orgasm.
“Good job, I always feel like kinda a nass pulling out when you haven’t gotten off yet,” Bart tells him as he does pull out before resettling back down on top of him, because, like, he’s already been stuck way too long and Kon did come, so it’s fine to, he figures. But also Kon’s back is pretty comfy, so no reason to actually get up yet. Probably, anyway. Maybe.
Kon whines about it, but he always does that. Like, Kon is very much just always gonna whine about it when he has to give up a dick, that’s just how it is.
And—oh, right—
“Hey, Cassie,” Bart remembers to greet belatedly, looking up and giving her a half-wave while Kon, like, takes a few seconds or hours or whatever to recover or whatever. Mostly he’s just whimpering and shaking and choking on overwhelmed little keens and cries, but that’s just always gonna be a thing too, really. Like, with him actually rutting and all, Bart means. “Sorry about getting your couch sorta sticky. Or at least sorta sweaty, I guess. I can probably get that out, like, eventually.”
“Seriously? Right in front of my salad?” Cassie asks in a bone-dry deadpan, so Bart guesses that making a salad’s what she was doing in the kitchen or whatever, probably? Maybe? Seems like kinda a weird way to say that, though, and also he doesn’t actually see a salad either.
Weird, yeah.
Kon giggles into the couch sounding all knot-drunk and come-stupid, and kinda stretches out under him, and kinda squirms under him. He smells pretty good right now, and definitely he smells like heat, so Bart’s probably gonna sympathy rut for that pretty soon. Which is kiiiiinda annoying but also Kon is definitely not gonna get through even a sympathy heat as fast as Bart gets through his ruts, so like, probably fair because it's always easier to fuck Kon through a heat when he's rutted-up but also probably Kon is gonna cry like a bitch about it so like: whoops.
Kon always says he likes that too, though, so Bart is pretty sure sex is either just totally incomprehensible and nonsensical or just a massive prank that the literal entire timeline's been pulling on him since the day he popped out of VR.
Seriously, people can't actually go around getting horny just whenever. There is just literally no way. Bart doesn't care what anyone says, there is no way grifing Batman has ever gotten horny in his whole grifing Bat-life. And Wally he just really very much hopes hasn't, litter or not, because seriously and stubbornly and sincerely: ew.
Ewwwww.
“I mean, yeah?” Bart says, wrinkling his nose at Cassie in confusion. “Why, should I have dragged him into the other room or something? I feel like you wouldn’t want us in your den or kitchen though I guess the bathroom would’ve been easier to clean up but like, I dunno, I think it’s probably better to breed him somewhere with cushions and pillows and stuff? Like, cozier and all? I wouldn’t wanna tell our pup I’d fucked their mom in the bathroom for his breeding heat.”
Kon makes a really horny and really loud whiny noise and, noticeably, has not taken his hands out from underneath himself. Bart figures that’s a pretty clear indicator and just shoves a few fingers inside him again on distracted reflex and vibrates them. Kon buries a yelp in one of the throw pillows and Bart decides he’ll just fingerfuck him ‘til sympathy rut steps up here.
So like, then he does that, obviously.
“I guess fucking their mom on Auncle Cassie’s couch isn’t exactly ideal either but at least it’s not a bathroom,” he continues reasonably, raising his voice a little to make sure Cassie can hear him clear enough over Kon’s repeated sharp little yelps and cries and also the really loud noises that fingerfucking a just below gushingly wet demi-Kryptonian omega hole with vibrating super-speed fingers makes. Because that can get kind of loud, sometimes. And also gross, but mostly the loud. “Or a salad? I guess salad-fucking is a concern now, sorry, probably. Maybe.”
“Sure,” Cassie says, half-covering her eyes with a hand as she clears her throat. Bart’s not sure what over?
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckmePLEASE—” Kon chokes out at only-Super-speed, his forehead digging into the cushions again and both his hands between his thighs this time. He still smells really good, but Bart is way, way less sensitive to other people’s pheromones than Kon is, so he’s still not feeling any sympathy rut symptoms.
It’s whatever, he figures, and just pushes another finger into Kon so he can fuck him past the knuckles this time.
Kon shrieks.
Sex is so weird and gross, but alternately: getting widowed by a twenty-six episode Wendy binge. Widow . . . ered? Is that more accurate?
Whatever, not really that important to be dictionary-definite accurate in his own head, Bart figures, and then remembers he’s fingerfucking Kon right now. Kon is really, really, really wet for this, though maybe also some of that’s the six loads Bart blew in him, especially with, like, the knot he blew in him. Kon’s actually already pretty much sobbing, so maybe fucking six loads into him without giving his hormones time to catch up to all the alpha pheromones and alpha baby batter up his hole was a little too much? Like—maybe?
Okay, note to self, Bart reflects distractedly, then tucks his thumb into his palm. Kon’s hole takes his whole hand like it’s nothing and Bart hums consideringly, and then vibrates his whole arm. Kon comes actually sobbing and tries to lock his hand like it’s a knot while he does.
Dork, Bart thinks affectionately, poking the other's mating gland with his free hand again. Kon whimpers, his whole body jerking underneath him, and his whole hole clutches up even tighter. Like really, really tight. Like actually tight enough that Bart almost considers phasing out for a millisecond or two, though if he did that'd really make Kon cry.
“I wonder how big Kryptonian litters can get,” he half-muses thoughtfully. Kon plasters his face to the throw pillows and keens and keens and keens into them, and Bart reaches between the other's legs from behind and snags one of his hands to tug down and direct him to hook at least a couple fingers into his hole with his own. Kon’s fingers are way more durable than his are, obviously, and Bart’d feel kinda bad if he had to phase out to avoid getting them crushed or broken or whatever and then Kon didn’t have anything in him out of nowhere.
Just, like, also he doesn’t wanna get his fingers crushed or broken or whatever.
Anyway, Kon’s apparently cool with helping out there, because TTK or not, the couch makes some real sprockin’ unsafe noises when Bart gets him to hook his fingers inside himself.
“Bart, Bart, BART, don’t stop don’t stop don’t EVER stop!” Kon begs as he strokes his cock faster and faster and shoves his fingers a lot deeper into himself than Bart actually expected him to manage from that angle, huh.
Well, he guesses Kon’s feeling motivated, probably.
Actually, he wonders if Kon’s stroking his cock that fast ‘cuz he’s trying to do it like he’d do it for him.
Also kinda cute, if that’s a thing.
“I mean I do have to stop eventually, you’re gonna have to give up that litter for me sooner or later," Bart points out reasonably as he curls his own fingers into a fist inside him, and Kon buries another keening cry into the throw pillows and clutches up so hard Bart is pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to get this “knot” out of him any more than he could his actual one. “Aw, it’s okay, I’ll fuck another one into you while they’re bathing and weighing the pups and stuff, I’ll have plenty of time to."
Kon shoves his fingers in to the first knuckle against Bart’s fist as he shoves back onto Bart’s fist and comes yowling real loud.
Bart still doesn’t get the whole sex thing and still thinks rut is real sprockin’ stupid, but well, at least Kon’s having a good time. And he’s gonna be a super good mom, too. So maybe if he just comes in Kon a couple more times, he can give his bitch a couple more pups to be such a super, Super good mommy to, Bart thinks to himself, licking his teeth as he does and intently watching the other's fucked-filthy dripping hole clench around his—
Oh, okay. There’s sympathy rut, Bart notes.
“Hey Kon, was six loads too many at once?” he checks. “Like is that a red, or—?”
“Green, green, GREEN!” Kon shrieks desperately, and tries to shove his fingers even deeper inside himself and his hole back even farther onto Bart’s fist as he says it. Bart tilts his head, kinda surprised by how pleading he sounds about it, but like—alpha pheromones really are a lot, he guesses. And heat. Like—duh.
Though if Kon said “green” that many times, maybe six loads actually wasn’t enough, he thinks.
Hm.
“Oh, okay,” Bart says. “Sorry about your salad, Cassie. And your couch. Gimme like twenty-two seconds here and then I can clean it up, maybe; just gotta make sure my best bitch gets enough pups to really get fat on first. If I only get him one or two he’s not gonna really show, y’know?"
Maybe it's the sympathy rut thing, Bart reflects, but he actually really likes the idea of Kon really, really showing once he's bred. Like—really showing, and having a really big litter, and of seeing Kon all curled up in a nest like that, which is maybe kinda weird 'cuz Kon doesn't actually even nest all that often? Though maybe he'd do it for the pup, 'cuz a lot of omegas do that for their pups, right? Especially when they're nursing or feeding or just curling up with them.
Though it's kinda hard to tell for sure if it's rut making him think all that stuff or not, Bart guesses, since he's kinda rutted-up right now and all. So he'll have to figure that out later, probably. Like, he guesses, anyway.
Kon shoves another couple fingers inside himself with his fist and fists his other hand in one of the throw pillows as he bites down on it hard enough to tear a seam through the TTK and keens and keens and begs—“Pleasepleaseplease, gimme more gimme more gimme ‘em all, wanna give you ‘em, give you as many as you want, please please please, lemme give you a whole litter, big as you want, m’big enough, I’ll get bigger, I can take it, take all you want, I can I can I—BART!!!!”
“I hate you, Bart,” Cassie sighs, for . . . some reason, Bart guesses? Probably some reason, anyway; probably not, like, no reason.
Well, sex really is weird, so who even knows. He’s honestly kinda more interested in watching Kon come on his fist and his own fingers and just how good the small of the other’s back and his hitched-up shirt look again than on whatever Cassie's talking about. He kinda wants to come on Kon's back, he thinks, but not as bad as he wants to see just how big a litter he actually can get demi-Kryptonian omega hole to give up for him.
“Okay,” Bart replies distractedly before refocusing on what he's doing and vibrating his fist just a little bit. Kon buries his face back in the throw pillows as he arches his whole back and moans. "Hey Kon, do you think you're gonna wanna nest sometimes after you whelp? Like with the pups, I mean, if you're gonna give me a really big litter. I just think it'd just be kinda cute if you did, so like, maybe worth trying it out."
"Okayokayokayokayokay," Kon chokes, nodding desperately against the pillows as his ears and the back of his neck turn burningly red. "You—you want—?"
"Hm?" Bart tilts his head, still kinda distracted and not sure why Kon's asking him what he wants right now. The things the other's back is doing are just really distracting, is all. "Oh, I wanna get you real good and bred and find you a ton of stuff to nest with and like—actually I think I kinda wanna get you so bred you get put on nest rest, which—that's probably weird, I guess, I dunno, and also I'd go actually insane if I was the one on nest rest, but yeah I think I do kinda wanna get you that bred? Huh. Oh, and I want to finally actually make sure you're out of fake excuses to not just stay home and have your housespouse era already."
"I—I—" Kon cuts his own stammering off with an embarrassed whimper, then yanks one of the bigger throw pillows over his head and fists his free hand against the back of it to pin it there. The throw pillow doesn't actually do that good a job of hiding how red his neck and ears are, but the blushing is kinda cute too so Bart doesn't point that out.
"I'll get you an apron and one of those housedresses that look like big button-up shirts with a belt and stuff like that," he decides, and pokes the other's mating gland again. Kon whimpers again too. "You'll look really cute in one of those, and they're probably pretty convenient to nurse in too, right? Plus then next time we wanna make a litter you'll be even easier to use."
Kon whimpers.
"Bart, oh my gods," Cassie seethes, leaning over to put her elbows on the counter and drop her face into her hands. Her ears are pretty red too, actually? Though Bart doesn't get why she's blushing. That seems weird, kinda. "Please shut up. Please shut up immediately."
"Naw," Bart replies dismissively. Kon likes it when he talks his thought processes through when they're fucking, he always says, and Kon's preferences gets priority over Cassie's right now 'cuz Kon's the one getting bred here. Actually Cassie can't even get bred at all, since she's an alpha too. So like—yeah, definitely Kon's preferences get priority right now. "Hey Kon, so if you pass out like you did yesterday, you still gonna be green to get a few more loads fucked into you while you are? Just to be sure you really do get enough pups in there."
Kon chokes on a moan, and his pheromones blurt out the “green!” and the “YES!” even faster than his mouth does. Bart’s pretty sure that’s just because the moaning tripped him up a little, though.
Maybe Kon really is getting faster, he thinks, feeling a little bit warm or maybe just a little bit totally sprocking insane at that thought, and then figures—well, they might as well test that one out.
Like, why not, right?
“Cool,” Bart says, and licks his teeth again. He uncurls his fist and pulls his hand back out of Kon's hole, nudging the other’s fingers out with it in the process, and Kon shudders all over and whines twice as loud as he does for giving up a dick.
Well, Bart’ll just have to make it worth his while to have given it up, he figures.
"I'm gonna go harder this time, so you can say 'no' if it's too much," he offers, leaning down lower over Kon's back and lining up his cock where the other's hole is very blatantly not letting any come leak out of it, so like—thanks, TTK, he figures; that's probably gonna help with the whole getting him Super-bred thing. "Promise I won't stop 'til you actually safeword."
Kon fists both hands in the pillow that's still half-covering his head and whimpers, immediately shoving his ass up to present the fastest his shaky thighs will let him do it, which is not only kinda cute but just sprocking hot, weird as anything being "hot" ever is. Though right now a lot of things Kon's doing are hot, so it's whatever.
But yeah, so now Bart really wants to see Kon pregnant enough for even a demi-Kryptonian to actually need to be on nest rest, and also to spoil him stupid about it and fuck him stupid about it and maybe even, like, actually sit through a whole episode of Wendy with him about it.
. . . well, at least half an episode, anyway.
"I really, really hate you, Bart," Cassie mutters under her breath, or maybe just into her salad. Bart actually still isn't sure if she even has a salad or not, come to think.
"Okay," he replies again, though he's a little more distracted this time, probably. Then he takes two and a half seconds to shove his cock inside Kon to the root and just jackhammer a few more loads into him again in the space between breaths. Though he doesn't knot him yet, because he doesn't feel like slowing down enough for that right now and he definitely isn't gonna stop at just "a few" more loads anyway.
If six wasn't enough, might as well really commit this time around, right?
Yeah, that makes sense, Bart figures, then shoves up the back of Kon's shirt so he can watch the way the muscles in the other's back move and the way his spine arches as he tries to keep up with how fast Bart's fucking him. He definitely doesn't keep up at all, but it is still real cute of him to try.
Then Bart remembers—oh yeah, if he doesn't need to stay in objective time to keep his knot up for Kon anymore, he can definitely take the time to bite his mating gland enough to bruise this time.
Nice, Bart thinks, and licks his teeth one last time.
Like he said: might as well really commit this time around.
"Alpha, alpha, ALPHA!" Kon shrieks into the couch, and Cassie groans in aggravation. Bart still really does think sex really is so weird no matter how much rut makes him wanna have it, but he also still really, really does like what it does to Kon.
He bets he's gonna like what it does to Kon even more this time, though he guesses that's still gonna take a few months to show.
Bart's not the patient type, obviously, but he already knows that's gonna be more than worth the wait.