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Tim and Conner’s first kiss was one of those mid-action, “I’m not going to make it”/“yes you fucking are” affairs.
Their second kiss was an “are we really doing this”/“yeah we’re really doing this” kind of kiss.
The third was at the end of their first date, a chaste kiss goodnight until Conner slipped him the tongue.
From the fourth onward Tim lost track because they were fully making out in Conner’s bed. The Kents were out helping organize the Harvest Festival (“It’s a Halloween festival but if they use the word ‘Halloween’ town hall becomes a nightmare”), an event Conner had been talking up for a week both to rib Tim about dressing up as a bat and because he surprisingly, genuinely seemed to enjoy small-town farm events (“They have a pumpkin cannon, Tim”).
It was kind of funny to watch Conner become simultaneously more punk and more country. It was kind of really fucking hot watching him merge a do-it-yourselfer competency with a rebel-against-authority attitude. And the Kents were going to be gone for hours because the planning committee met at Golden Corral. And Tim was being pressed between Conner and Conner’s bed.
Conner was a good kisser. He was creative and bold and—really, extremely hot, which was always a bonus. The thing about being a (partial) clone was Tim could say with certainty that everything that made Conner attractive was all authentically him, all in how he self-styled and the energy he exuded. Tim had never been attracted to Superman. But the shit-eating grins and the cowpunk swagger… Tim even liked his stupid patchy stubble, particularly when it was rubbing against his throat while Conner explored new territory to kiss. And to tongue and suck and lightly-apply teeth…
They were tightly entangled and so far ignoring that Tim was hard and had been practically since Conner first climbed on top of him.
Conner’s wandering mouth reached his clavicle. He pushed Tim’s collar down farther with his chin and lapped at the hollow between the bones. Tim let out a soft noise he’d never heard himself make before.
Conner wrapped the hem of his shirt up in his fist and yanked it up to Tim’s neck. Tim hissed, from the shock of cool air on his torso, the suddenness of exposure, and from Conner’s hot mouth on his sternum. His tongue sliding along the curve of Tim’s pecs made his gut tighten.
“Is this going too fast?” Conner asked.
“Uhh…” It wasn’t faster than Tim’s heart was beating, at least. “Depends. What’s the destination?”
Conner leveraged himself up with a hand on the headboard and leaned over him (it was a good vantage point). “I want to suck your cock.”
Tim licked his lips. “You could do that.”
“Yeah?” Conner beamed at him and Tim stared at his mouth and thought, I’m going to stick my dick in that—
Conner practically threw himself down the mattress. He tucked his hands in Tim’s back pockets, and his belt and fly undid themselves as Conner pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees.
“You have to come in my mouth,” Conner said. “I don’t know how to clean this quilt.”
“Conner—“ Tim bucked and precome beaded at his tip. Conner wiped it up with his thumb, and stuck thumb and cock together in his mouth.
“God, fuck—“ Tim swore around the least-refined, most-enthusiastic blow job he had ever conceived of. Once Conner had his cock in his mouth he left his hands to roam over Tim’s torso, or grab Tim’s ass and push him deeper inside. He wasn’t discreet about slurping on Tim’s dick. It sounded obscene. It looked obscene. It was so, so hot.
Tim grabbed at Conner’s wandering hands, at his arms, and tried to hold on. Conner purred and Tim came with a kick; his nails scraped on Conner’s skin and he jerked up and Conner took it, God, and swallowed it…
Some of Tim’s come spilled out with his cock when Conner released it. Conner licked it off his shaft, meticulous. He got up onto his knees. His cock was straining the front of his jeans so hard the denim was going to be permanently stretched out. He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, then sucked Tim’s come off his knuckles.
Tim reached for him and Conner crashed into him, and Conner groaned and gyrated in his lap while Tim jerked him off and kissed him desperately, and the only reason they didn’t get come on the ceiling was Conner had the bright idea to shoot off on the inside of his own shirt.
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They were watching Army of Darkness—Conner’s pick for movie night, and Tim didn’t mind it, but it also wasn’t absorbing his attention. That was focused solely on Conner leaning into him on the couch, in the hinge of Tim’s outstretched arm. Conner’s neck was right there in touching range, so Tim just… touched. He pressed a thumb against Conner’s nape, and Conner let out a soft breath and leaned into it. Tim ran exploratory fingers upward, lightly, gently. He’d never touched Conner like this before. The skin on his scalp wasn’t actually any more delicate than the rest of him, but it felt like it was. It was fascinating to feel the texture change from smooth skin to buzzed fuzz to suddenly thick locks.
Conner tipped his head back into his palm with a sigh. When Tim glanced at his face, his eyes were half-lidded. Conner drew his legs up onto the couch. He shifted closer and down. His hair slipped through Tim’s fingers and Tim’s grip tightened—an old, old reflex to feeling a handhold slip away.
Conner groaned. Tim had thought the shifting around meant he was going to lean his head on Tim’s shoulder. What he did do was face-plant in Tim’s lap.
Tim jerked but he didn’t get far because Conner’s arm was draped over his legs. His hand lifted off Conner’s hair, held up in surprise. Conner growled into his crotch. “Put it back.”
“You don’t have to—“ Conner grabbed his hand and put it back on his head. “I wasn’t trying to—“
“I know,” Conner said. “If you were trying to, you’d be hard already.”
“That’s a little ungenerous.” He’d started to stiffen up as soon as Conner slid down into his lap. He could feel Conner’s breath through his pants.
“Mmm, you want me to be generous?” Conner tugged the band of Tim’s sweatpants down and tucked it up under his balls.
Tim groaned. “Kon—“
“Don’t talk yourself out of a sure thing, Tim,” Conner said, and swallowed his cock. It strangled a moan out of him. Conner could take all of him easy when he was still mostly-soft like this. But incased in that hot, wet, smooth channel, Tim’s cock rapidly filled and lengthened right down Conner’s throat.
Conner made a very wet choking noise. “God, you okay?” Conner wormed a hand between his hips and the couch and humped his palm. “Shit, I guess so… Conner…”
His throat was so hot and kept fluttering and convulsing around Tim’s cock. His tongue was velvety rubbing against the shaft. Tim clung to his head with both hands, rhythmically squeezing the back of his neck and tugging on his lush, silky hair.
Conner’s thumb pushed against Tim’s balls, rubbing them up against his stretched lip like he thought he could get them inside his mouth too, and Tim came with a shout down his throat.
Conner swallowed and swallowed and only let up when Tim pulled him off. Conner sat up on his hands, panting hard. His eyes were watering—eyelashes clumping—lips rubbed red and dripping spit. His cock head had burst through his zipper teeth.
“Pull partway out next time,” Conner said. “I can’t taste it if it all goes down my throat.”
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Tim blew Conner for the first time approximately five seconds after that. He looked at Conner during, which made Conner shudder and moan his name and hitch his hips trying and trying not to fuck Tim’s face.
It also meant Tim could see it when he did something with his tongue and Conner unconsciously (?) mirrored it with his own.
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The first time Conner fucked him, he prepped him for a really long time.
A really, really long time.
Which could have been an abundance of caution but was definitely actually because he was sucking Tim during. First he sucked him off, then he sucked him hard again before he’d sink into him.
And then during, when Conner was crushing him back against his chest and pounding into him, in the middle of his murmuring about Tim being a tight, hot little fuck, fuck—, Conner whispered—begged, really—“don’t come, I want you to finish in my mouth.”
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There were a lot of advantages to having a super for a boyfriend. For example, it made moving much easier. Conner carried all the heavy furniture into Tim’s new place while Tim handled the delicate stuff, and they had the van unpacked in record time.
Then Tim fucked Conner’s mouth while he hung off the bed and rubbed himself off in Tim’s brand new sheets.
Tim threw on some clothes for the pizza delivery, but Conner stayed naked lounging around in Tim’s bed. They’d been dating long enough that Tim knew that meant Conner intended there to be more sex later.
Not the toughest code to crack, granted.
They finished off the pizza and Tim stretched out on the bed, luxuriating in the moment. He was thinking about asking Conner to move in with him. He had to figure out the right time and place to broach the topic.
At the moment there was something else he wanted to bring up. Something he’d been thinking on a lot longer.
“You know you’ve never given me a hand job?” Tim said.
“That’s not true, I’ve jacked you off loads of times,” Conner said.
“Only while you give me blow jobs.”
Conner propped himself up out of his indolent lean. He arched an eyebrow at Tim. “That a problem?”
“No,” Tim said swiftly. The last thing Tim wanted to do was discourage Conner’s libido. The degree to which Conner liked it was a turn on all on its own. “But I’d like to kiss you during sex more often.”
Conner’s expression softened, his mouth gently curving into a fond smile. “You sap,” he said. “C’mere.”
But Conner was the one that crawled into Tim’s lap. There was so much bare skin Tim didn’t know where to touch. Conner wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a long, tingling kiss.
His TTK rucked Tim’s shirt up. “Why’d you leave this on when you came back to bed, anyway?”
“Aside from not wanting to drip pizza grease on myself?” Conner pulled his shirt up over his head with his hands. Tim said, half from inside his shirt, “I like having you undress me.”
“Aww.” Conner ran this hands through his hair, smoothing it down where it’d gotten mussed. He cupped his face and tilted him up for another kiss. He was sitting on Tim’s cock, rocking subtly. The heat and the weight of him felt amazing. His cock nudged Tim’s belly, and Tim wrapped a hand around it.
Phantom fingers circled Tim’s cock and squeezed.
Tim yelped and thrust forward into—nothing at all. “Conner—“
“Hang on.” Conner’s eyes were shut, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “This is like… trying to spin a bunch of plates at once…”
The sensation of being touched returned—like there was a hand in Tim’s pants, beating him off, while Conner was still sitting on him. Tim bit his lip and started to jack Conner’s cock at the same speed. The sensation stuttered, dissipated, then reformed, as firm and sure of grip as Conner’s actual hand. Tim groaned.
Conner opened his eyes and stared into Tim’s. There was the littlest dot of red in the center of his pupils before it flickered out. Tim shivered. When he blinked there was a speck in his vision like he’d glanced at the sun.
“It’s too bad you’re not more flexible,” Conner murmured. “Lately I’ve been beating off thinking about you and me sucking your cock at the same time.”
“Holy fuck, Conner,” Tim hissed. He was always dropping in these little asides about what the Tim in his head had been doing to him lately. Tim twisted his hand on Conner’s cock.
“Just, mm, kissing you around it, and helping push you down on it—“
Conner hauled him in for another kiss. He sucked on Tim’s lip and ran his tongue across it. When Tim’s tongue slid out to meet his, he opened his mouth and drew him in. Conner squeezed the back of Tim’s neck and groaned and sucked on his tongue and—yeah. Yeah, he was definitely fellating Tim’s tongue now. There was no way to mistake the way he was sucking on it and moving his tongue against it.
Tim pulled back. Conner whined and tried to chase his mouth.
Tim stuffed three fingers in Conner’s mouth and slammed him back against the mattress.
Conner’s eyes popped open and he came explosively. He stared at Tim, stunned, while his lower half convulsed and come gushed over Tim’s hand and ran down Conner’s belly. It took a long time for his abdomen and legs and cock to stop twitching. Tim and Conner stared at each other longer. Then his tongue moved under Tim’s fingers, pulling on them, and touching the top of his palm.
Tim pulled his fingers out. “Was that—“
“—the hottest thing ever, Tim, holy fuck—“
Tim swallowed. “I think we should acknowledge your oral fixation.”
Conner sagged against the mattress. Because he’d been sitting in Tim’s lap when Tim knocked him over, his legs were propped up on Tim’s thighs. He looked like a feast. “I don’t have an oral fixation.”
Tim lifted up his soaked hands—one with spit, the other drenched in come. “Really?”
“I got a fixation on your dick,” Conner said.
“Conner, I’m only bringing it up because if it can make sex better for you…”
“I think I’ve been extremely transparent about how much I like sucking your cock.” His eyes slipped closed. “I like, mm, I like the shape of it, and how hard it gets, and I like having it inside me.”
Tim’s brain record-scratched. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Conner sighed. His eyes were still closed. “You can’t.”
“Okay…” This was the first time Conner had actually said no to something in bed. Tim knew there was a script for this—a way he could ask for an explanation that didn’t make it sound like Conner needed a justification—and he tried to rapidly dredge it up before he had the chance to put his foot in his mouth.
“I can see your gears grinding,” Conner said.
“Are you x-raying through your eyelids? That’s cheating, you know. If we’re going to have a serious conversation we both have to—“
Conner opened his eyes. They were trained right on Tim, so he definitely had been x-raying. “When I say you can’t I mean you can’t, Tim. We’ve got incompatible biology.”
Tim frowned. “No, we don’t.”
“My come’s not toxic to you or something—fuck, thank God, can you imagine—but I still got this damn… asshole of steel situation. You can’t open me up. You couldn’t even do it with industrial tools.”
“You could…”
“Don’t think I haven’t. I’m gonna give myself a wrist injury,” Conner said. “But even then, if I came on your cock I’d turn it to pulp.”
Tim couldn’t help grimacing. “Yeah,” Conner said. His eyes tracked down to the bulge in Tim’s pants—less stiff than it had been before Conner’d come, but not completely down and out yet. He reached out and cupped it with the utmost gentleness. “I’d never be able to relax and enjoy it.”
Tim licked his lips. Conner’s palm felt really, really good. And Tim wouldn’t lie to himself, part of the turn on was knowing how powerful Conner was. He’d never been afraid of Conner losing control of himself. But if Conner wanted to give up some control…
“We could figure out a work-around,” Tim said. “It’s not like you to give up without trying.”
“It’s not like me to endanger you for an orgasm.” Conner wrapped a hand around his neck. He tugged him down lower, closer. “You think I haven’t been thinking about it? A toy’s not going to be any more durable, and I’m not into messing around with kryptonite or magic. If I had to call the League to save me from a sex mishap I’d have to leave the planet. I’d have to leave the sector. There’s nothing—”
“There’s red sunlight.”
Conner stared at him for a still, silent beat.
“The only non-weaponized red sunlamps I know of are installed in the Watchtower so the League can hold evil alt-Earth Kryptonians.” Conner spoke slowly, but Tim still caught the tremble in his voice. “How are you going to get one?”
“Maybe I’ll requisition one,” Tim said. “Tell them I have to fuck my boyfriend.”
Conner surged up against him, clutching hard. His cock pressed insistent into his gut. “Say that again.”
Tim grasped him by the chin. He held him still and looked him in the eye when he said, clear and deliberate, “I am going to fuck you.”
“Fucking hell.” Conner crashed their mouths together. He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to stick his tongue in Tim’s mouth or bite his lips. “Fuck, you make me desperate—“
“You’re not.” Tim rubbed his hands up and down Conner’s arms. “You’ve been so, so self-disciplined… you deserve it…”
Conner groaned. “I am though.” He dragged his fingers through Tim’s hair. “Tim, you’re so goddamn—“ He gave up words for sucking on the underside of Tim’s jaw.
Tim chuckled. “If this was what I had to do to get you to kiss me during—“
Conner growled against his throat. “I knew you’d be like this.”
“Like what?”
“Cocky sexy sonnova—fuck—“ He wrapped his legs around Tim’s hips. “Could you—fuck—Tim… will you just pretend…”
“Yeah.” Tim pushed Conner’s legs higher up his waist and undid his pants one-handed. “Yeah, let me get my cock out for you, Kon. Let me fuck you.”
Conner groaned. He was bent nearly in half beneath Tim, gnawing his lip, eyes squeezed shut. Imagining. When Tim’s cock sprung free and he pressed it up against Conner’s ass, Conner rocked his hips into it. “Yeah, you’re ready for it, you’re so ready for it—“
“Tim.”
“Put your ankles on my shoulders. Open up for me, yeah. Just. Like. That—“
Tim clutched Conner’s legs against his chest and thrust against his ass and Conner moaned to high heaven. Conner’s ass was pert and his cheeks split around his cock and Tim could picture doing this for real and… “Tight, fuck, you’re…”
“Tim,” Conner hissed. His hand was a blur on his dick. “More…”
“I’m going to…” Tim groaned. “Keep your legs up,” he said, and let go to reach under and press his cock more firmly against Conner’s ass. “I’m going to come in you.”
Conner shouted and jerked so hard one of his legs crashed to the mattress. Come shot across his chest and rolled down his ribcage. He was pressing heavy down on Tim’s cock, twitching. Tim fumbled, aimed blind, and came across Conner’s hole.
“Oh fuck, Tim—“ Conner’s torso twisted to the side, hand still jerking his cock. He reached down and sank the tip of one finger in, and pushed some of Tim’s come inside.
Conner’s cock gave up a last gush of come before he let go of it. Tim crouched over him and panted and stared and stared and stared.
His finger eased back out. “Fuck, you are… You are…”
“You, too,” Tim said breathlessly. He draped himself over him, and Conner turned up for his mouth.