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Day 1- Ten Minutes
Conner flies into the batcave, listening for Tim's heartbeat. He finds it right away. He doesn't have to look hard, though, because Tim is sitting at the big computer with several screens open, as he always is.
"Tim?" He calls out, landing behind him a bit in an attempt not to scare him.
“…Conner? Is everything okay?” He glances over at him.
"I missed you. Are you busy?" Conner leans on the back of Tim's chair, lightly kissing the side of his neck.
Conner knows that Superman and Batman are off-world and that Damian is with the Kents at the farm for the day. All of that to say, they have the cave to themselves.
“Do I look busy, genius?”
"Mmm. Not at all~" Conner hums, nuzzling against Tim, before burying his face into the crook of his neck. He came here because he was hoping they'd get some time alone.
“…Conner.” He sighs.
"Yes?" Conner asks, trailing light kisses along the side of his neck. Tim stays still in his seat.
“You want something from me?”
"I want you. Are you too busy?”
“Yes, I’m working on a case.”
Conner sighs. “Aren’t you always? You know everyone’s gone today, right?”
“That’s why I have to work so hard.” He tells him.
“Gotham can’t be chill for just… two hours?” Conner smiles, leaning down again and resting his chin on Tim’s shoulder instead, peering at the screens.
“Have you ever seen Gotham? Of course not,” He replies, “...And two hours? Not happening.”
“One hour?” Conner asks, moving an arm so it’s around his boyfriend's other shoulder. He is now uncomfortably wrapped around the chair, but he just wants to be close.
“I can be free for ten minutes right now.” He says, partially giving in.
“Ten minutes?” Conner complains, “You won’t even cum in ten minutes.”
“I could.” He says, “If you work really hard.”
Conner grabs Tim’s chin with one hand and gently turns the chair with the other. He brings him into a kiss. “Work hard? Me? Never.” He claims.
In all honesty, that’s not the case most of the times they’ve had sex, but Conner finds it funny to say either way.
“You could try, just this once.” He murmurs before grabbing his jacket and pulling him into another kiss.
Conner slips an arm around Tim, hauling him up from the chair and kissing him deeply. He’s already tired of leaning down.
“Wait.” Tim gets on his phone and opens the timer, “You have ten minutes, make it good.”
Conner can’t help from laughing, “You’re serious? That’s it?”
He knows if Tim decides this, though, that he’s going to keep his promise. There won’t be any extra minutes added; he’s going right back to work as soon as that timer goes off. No amount of protesting from Conner will change that.
“I’m serious! Why are you laughing? You know how this goes.”
“I do, I know. Most people don’t put time limits on their boyfriends, that’s all.” Conner says, slipping his hands under Tim’s t-shirt. He’s in civilian clothes, which always confuses Conner when he’s down in the Batcave just… looking like any other college student. It occurs to him that they probably look funny, him in his supersuit and his boyfriend in that.
If he’s only got ten minutes to work with, though, it won’t matter for long.
“You’re talking an awful lot for someone who has a time limit.”
So, Conner gets to work, undoing Tim’s belt, then his jeans, before pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. He takes a second to get his own belt undone and off, then another belt… “If I knew there was ten minutes, there wouldn’t have been ten belts either.” He mutters, before using his super speed to just strip down into nothing.
“...You’re quick, it’s fine. Put the jacket back on, at least.”
Conner quirks an eyebrow up at him, but in the blink of an eye, the jacket is back on. With that, he brings Tim back to him, letting himself lose some time with making out. He enjoys it too much to lose it. Their bodies press together in a way that makes Conner never want to let him go.
Tim holds the front of the jacket with one hand and the other roams Conner's chest. “Any fun ideas for this? Something to get you coming fast?”
“This usually does the trick, but you know how I am.” He leans down and lightly bites Tim’s ear, “Besides, you know I’m never fully satisfied anyway. I could do this all night.”
“Maybe some other time, when I’m not busy.”
That never happens, and it never will.
“In another life, probably.” Conner says, slowly moving his hips forward so he can feel more of Tim, and his growing cock against him. He reaches down, running his hand along his hip, before leading it closer to where he wants him.
“That’s unlikely unless alternate realities give me a different personality, huh?”
“Maybe it makes you like your boyfriend more than you like work~” He says as he slowly runs a hand along the length of him. Conner tries to get closer, but there’s no more space in between us.
“I like you the most. You know that, right?”
“Poor me! My own boyfriend likes staring at villains on the screen and only giving me ten-minute timers to fuck him. I must not do it for him.” Conner gives him a cocky smirk, starting to give his boyfriend a handjob.
Tim’s face goes redder than a tomato. “I like you a lot.”
“Not enough for a time extension?” Conner says, slowly moving down onto his knees in front of his boyfriend, ready to pleasure him in hopes he’ll give enough time for them both to get off.
“Hey… I thought you were all horny and stuff.”
"I am." Conner looks up at him. "So are you, clearly. You don't want me down here?"
Conner knows he's wasting minutes...but he can’t seem to stop doing it, either.
“I like you down there. I just want to make sure you get off within ten minutes.”
Conner knows that's not going to happen, and he's hoping for something else, something they haven't tried before. He looks up at Tim, before taking his cock and putting just the tip of it in his mouth, looking up at him in admiration.
He still needs to be hard for what he wants, so he keeps one hand on Tim's base, then moves his other down to start jerking himself off, using smooth, even strokes. He doesn't want to go too fast, because he himself can't cum yet.
Tim shivers, his legs trembling already. “Kon… Eight minutes…”
"Shh, don't tell me until it's over." Conner murmurs as he pulls his mouth off Tim, "I know what I'm doing."
“You know I can’t stand up when you do that.”
So, Conner moves his hand off his own erect penis and moves a steadying arm around Tim. "I've got you." He goes back down on him, wasting no time on going down until he would gag, if he were a normal person.
Tim’s fingers run into Conner’s hair as he tilts his head back and moans. He can’t help it, he loves how obscene what he’s seeing is too. Conner takes him in entirely, like he always does.
He knows this is Tim’s favorite thing. He only wishes he would choke and gag to make it all the more enthralling.
“Conner, please…”
Conner only talks once he's gotten another up and down motion in, his hand sliding in seamlessly to take his mouth's place. "Please... more?" Conner smiles.
He replies shakily, “You’re going to make me cum.”
"Good. Don't hold back, we don't have a lot of time." Conner kisses the inside of his thigh.
“I feel stupid, doing it so fast.”
"I'll be mad if you don't." He insists, mostly joking, partially not. He puts his mouth back on Tim's straining cock, happy to finish this for him.
“I don’t want to seem…you know… you have- ah… six minutes.” Tim tightens his grip on his hair and pushes him down deeper, where he likes him.
Conner wraps around him firmer, happy to be used this way. He lets Tim cum in his mouth, swallowing before taking his mouth off him, carefully letting him go. "..." Conner looks up at him. "I have an idea for the rest of the time."
“What are you going to do to me?” He asks, happy to do whatever in the time remaining.
"Sit on it. If we run out of time, you can get on the computer." Conner stands in front of Tim, looking down at him.
“You want to fuck me? But I’m so sensitive.”
Doing that right after he just came feels like it might be too much. But in this case, with Conner, too much is perfect.
"Not entirely. You don't need to do anything. I just want to be close." With that, he carefully plucks Tim up, taking him back to the chair. Conner sits down, keeping Tim standing in front of him. "...If that's what you want?"
“Hmmn, sounds good. But when you run out of time…”
"Shh. We'll worry about that when we get to it." He tells him, keeping his hands on his hips, steadying him. "Whenever you're ready."
“I’m ready, but I’m not moving.”
He’s blissed out. It will take the next five minutes for him to be able to focus at all again. Who knows how much work he will get done?
Conner carefully picks him up, before starting to lower him down onto his penis. Tim gasps when Conner's only halfway in. He's careful, not wanting to do any damage, but it feels amazing as he notices the tightness there and the warmth. "All the way?" Conner checks in, slowly kissing the back of Tim's neck.
“Whatever you want, babe.” He replies hurriedly.
He doesn’t want to get hard again, but it might happen like this.
So, Conner lowers Tim down fully onto his cock. "Good job." He hums into his partner's ear, "You always take it so well."
“So do you.” He counters, like it matters.
Conner doesn't shift Tim other than to lean him back against his chest, wrapping his arms around his middle. He stays in that moment, in that warmth. He thinks he could stay like this forever. "I try my best too."
He's acting like there's not a countdown on the phone sitting on the computer in front of them. He is blissfully unaware as he just basks in him.
“I love you.” Tim tells him.
"I love you more. Just... stay like this? As long as you can?" Conner asks hopefully.
“Like this?” He partially slumps against him.
"Yeah. It feels so nice."
And it does. Conner is going to hate the moment he has to pull out.
“I can do that. It feels really good…full.”
"It does?" Conner asks dumbly. He feels like he loses twenty brain cells he can't afford to lose during sex. "'s warm." He rests his head on Tim's shoulder, before scooting them closer to the desk, careful not to jostle them both. "You can work, I can stay close, and whenever I cum, I can slip out and get out of your hair."
“Are you trying to cheat the timer?”
"What?! I would never do that to you~"
Tim cracks a smile. “No kidding. I’ll keep working.” He warns him.
For some reason, Conner doing this is cute to him. He purposely shifts a little on him.
"I know you will, I even said you could."
“I have to make sure you mean that.”
Conner nods too enthusiastically. "I do, I mean it. You can work, I can do this."
Tim grinds down on him. “No fun?”
Conner bites his lip, holding back a moan, "No time for fun, you just said it yourself. "He grunts.
“You feel so…perfect in me…”
"You feel so perfect on me." Conner coos, leaving more gentle kisses along the back of Tim's neck.
“You’re really convincing.” He tells him.
"I try to be. As long as you don't keep grinding on me, we can keep this up for a while."
“It’s hard not to,” He says, “hm. Get it, hard?”
Conner can't help but chuckle, snaking his arm around Tim's stomach, keeping him close to him. "Good one. I wish it was physically possible to be closer."
“Than this? There’s no way.”
"That's the problem, Tim."
The alarm goes off, and Conner watches Tim reach out and grab the phone.
“Guess I’m done.” He says.
"I guess so. It's what you said, isn't it?" Conner muses, watching Tim. He knows he doesn’t want to stop either.
Every time Tim moves, even slightly, it sends shivers down Conner's length. It's amazing. Who knew going slow could be this good?
Certainly not Conner, but now he could stay like this forever.
“I don’t like to be…done.” He mutters, readjusting to reach the computer again.
"Then start the timer over, love." Conner teases him, knowing he won't do it.
“I need to get work finished, or…”
"Or?" Conner asks.
“Or else it—won’t be finished.”
"It can't be finished tomorrow?"
That's something Conner will never understand. Everything can be pushed off to tomorrow. There isn’t anything else that matters to him besides this.
“That will put me behind schedule on everything, and people will probably die.”
"People die every day." Conner says and instantly regrets it. It came out harsher then he meant for it to.
“I know.” He responds simply, and starts working again.
"...I didn't mean it like that." He rests his head on Tim's shoulder, relaxing into him.
“You meant it how you said it. I need to do everything I can to help.”
"You know, sometimes things just... come out of my mouth. I was trying to say that the crime never ends. It's impossible for you to take everyone down."
Sometimes, they need breaks. It's hard to deal with, but it's true. Tim doesn’t know what a break is.
“I have to try. And you’re a huge distraction.”
Conner shrugs. "Well, saying it that way sounds bad."
“It’s just as good as it is bad.”
"...I'm cumming, then I'm staying here." He decides.
“You are?” He asks softly.
"Mhm. If I can." He grips Tim tighter, trying not to cum right this second.
Tim grinds down on him again. “Finish in me.” He murmurs.
Conner shivers, letting himself cum inside. "Holy shit. You're so perfect, you know that?"
“I’m the opposite. But you’re perfect.” He moans softly, “literally made to be…”
Conner gently bites Tim's shoulder. "Shh. You are perfect, shut up."
“Okay Superman.”
"Don't call me that, BATMAN." Conner growls against him.
“Jesus…fuck. I have to get work done, I’m going to work…”
"Sure you do. Go ahead." Conner says, loosening his hold on him. "Work."
“With cum leaking out of me? Dirty.” He smiles a bit, but tries to focus on his job either way.
Conner thought it would hurt to stay in, he's usually somewhat sensitive after, but it's not hurting. It's weirdly nice. "Hey, I didn't start the timer."
“You’re choosing not to move.”
He smiles a bit. "You’re choosing to cut off a potential round two."
“Don’t make me feel worse about it.” Tim responds, genuinely frustrated by this.
He doesn’t feel like he gets any time to be with him outside of when they are being superheroes. As much as Tim loves his job, it’s not fair that it takes away from how much he also loves having friends…and having sex.
"Sorry. It's supposed to be playful, but I'll stop."
“It’s not playful. I want you.” He says as he starts typing, not moving. Conner rests his chin on his shoulder now, watching his hands. When his eyes go up to the screen, he freezes.
Nothing Tim writes into the bat computer makes any sense. It’s like he’s typing in broken English, some words gibberish and some articles missing. Strings of words that don’t form cohesive sentences.
"Tim... did I forget how to read, or did you forget how to write?" He asks him.
“You have post nut anti-clarity. It’s you.” He claims.
"Bullshit. You wrote five words in a row that do not make sense."
“I did? No. That’s you.” He still insists.
"He the and they." Conner points out the words as Tim quickly backspaces them away.
He yelps, “Typo!”
"Tim Drake making a typo? Someone call the press."
“Happens daily.” He claims.
"I have never seen it." Conner shifts again, feeling himself moving inside Tim as he does.
“Ooh…okay. I’m not lying.”
"I'm sure you do, but that was impressive."
Tim ends up backspacing through everything he wrote. “You’re really going to stay?”
"If you'll let me."
“I want you to. I’ll be able to focus in a bit…maybe in ten more minutes. Just don’t move.”
"I won't. I can promise that much." Conner says, staying close. He wouldn't want it any other way.
Tim sets the timer for ten minutes again, then leans his head back and closes his eyes.
“I’m taking a break. I’m tired.”
Conner hugs him close, gloating silently at the additional time. "When did you sleep last?"
“What day is it?”
"...Friday?" He watches him with concern.
“Then I had a nap just yesterday. I was patrolling last night.”
"A nap? Two days ago? Come on, we've been over this." He sighs, but isn't surprised. "...Relax while you can, then."
Tim does, going limp against his boyfriend, being lulled into relaxation by their close proximity and the steady beating of his heart. Conner holds him close, letting his boyfriend lean against him tiredly. He’s glad that he got everything he wanted.
He isn’t moving until he actually has to.
End