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Call it paranoia, but Kon didn’t like inviting omegas to his place when he was staying with Clark, aka his shitty dad who had left mom pregnant and reappeared eleven years later with a new wife and child saying he wanted to meet Kon. Talk about daddy issues.

It wasn’t even for the obvious fact of how much Kon loathed Clark and his new family, no. It was because despite everything, Clark was an alpha too, except he was older, taller and more charming than what Kon could ever expect to be. No wonder Lex had fallen for Clark so badly… And so had the first three cute omegas Kon made the mistake of inviting over when he was staying with Clark.

Lex, however, is Kon’s mom, aka the best mom of the fucking world. And as much as Kon isn’t very comfortable bringing his crushes to his mom, it’s definitely better than seeing another of his crushes falling in love with Clark and worse, actually attempting something. That’s what takes him to the present, where he takes a deep breath before talking.

“Is it okay if Tim comes over tomorrow?” Kon asks to Lex casually. It’s a hot spring night and they’re doing the dishes: Lex washes and Kon dries. It’s quite relaxing, not that Kon will ever admit that.

Lex raises an eyebrow, tilting his head enough for his beautiful curly red hair to move as well, and Kon can perceive the curiosity immediately, “You’re serious with him, aren’t you?” Lex giggles.

Kon shrugs, “I mean, we have known each other for a few years, but it’s not like we are dating or anything.”

“Not yet,” Lex replies smugly, giving a small push to Kon with his elbow, “You have been mentioning Tim’s name for months, should I be talking to you about condoms and self-esteem?”

A dish almost falls to the floor, but Kon manages to not drop it, cheeks all red and eyes panicked, “Mom!”

“What?” Lex says with fake obliviousness, then he laughs, “Kon, you are seventeen, I don’t expect you to talk to me about your sex life, but you know the rules…” and Lex points with his index finger at Kon’s chest. Two years ago Kon had officially outgrew his mom by the considerable height of three inches, but that didn’t lessen Kon’s fear to Lex’s anger in the slightest.

“Never in the house,” Kon mutters, putting the dishes away before turning around to support his weight on the sink, “Tim is not my boyfriend, anyway.”

“Your father wasn’t my boyfriend either,” Lex says between teeth before smirking, moving his hand in the air, as if trying to scare a fly, “I expect this famous Tim to be better than the last omega you brought home. Date someone with brains, Conner. We are Luthors!”

Kon smiles nervously, mind now thinking about Tim and how painfully pretty and smart he is. He thinks about the omega in his cute uniform skirt, those pink full lips of his, that cute moan Tim lets out when he eats something tasty, and how lovely he looks when he humiliates stupid alphas in the middle of the halls and later kicks them until they are kissing his feet.

“Well, he’s on the math Olympics team,” it’s what Kon says. It seems to be enough for Lex, who gives Kon a quick pat on the head.

When will Lex understand that Kon is no longer a pup? Ugh.

“Fine, then. I will bring you pizza for dinner. Don’t have too much fun.”

*

*

Tim looks way too calm about going to Kon’s place instead of going to the arcade they usually visit, but Kon, always a proud alpha, tells himself that Tim must be pretending to be calm, omega manners and everything. No way Tim isn’t melting at the idea of being over Kon’s bed, naked and soon to be –

“Sure thing, you said you have the newest Knights and Dragons, didn’t you?” Tim asks smoothly as he retouches his red cherry lip balm. The classroom is a mess, the teacher is absent and therefore, everyone’s laughing, screaming, eating or lost in their phones. In Tim’s case, it’s makeup time. And in Kon’s case, well, day dreaming time.

“Yeah, bought it a month ago,” Kon murmurs way too deep as he takes advantage of Tim focusing his sight on the mirror of his compact powder, letting Kon look shamelessly at Tim’s legs. Between the short black skirt and the tight white stockings, Kon thanks God every day for school uniforms.

“Lucky you, Bruce said he had already given me enough money for the month, can you believe him?” Tim keeps complaining as he starts retouching his mascara this time, doing that bitchy gesture he always does when talking about his adoptive father, “Seriously, ever since Selina left him, he has been insufferable! It’s not my fault I look like her!”

Kon barely listens, lost already on the beautiful view of Tim’s milky thighs, the soft flesh squeezed by the elastic of the stockings. And above, the temptation of Tim’s too short skirt; Kon knows Tim doesn’t wear shorts under it, he had heard about it via Jason Todd, one of the many aphas that got kicked on the balls after trying to get touchy with Tim. Todd said he had fallen to the floor because of the pain (which vas very valid, if you asked Kon) and then, like a blessing, had gotten the most wonderful view of Tim’s white lacy panties barely covering his hairless pussy. And Jason had growled when he noticed the wet spot in the panties; a sweet pre heat slick.

Jason said that was why Tim had kicked again, this time in the face. Kon hadn’t been there, but it sounds like something Tim would do.

“…And then Damian has the nerve to call me a slut! Seriously, Bruce lets him do anything he wants just ‘cuz he’s an alpha, ugh! Also, I have caught Damian’s grandfather looking at my ass, it’s disgusting!”

Tim opens his makeup bag again, this time taking out a small hair brush and straightening his back as he keeps looking at his reflection in the mirror, too busy fixing his hair as to realize Kon is salivating at how the new position allows everyone to see the tight fit of his shirt, how the cloth draws the shape of his petite breasts, the bra so visible than Kon can even notice the change of color in the area.

Tim’s wearing a black bra, visible under the white semi translucent shirt; Kon wonders if his panties are black too. He kind of hopes they are, that would mean Tim was thinking about letting him get it today, but a part of him thinks it would be hotter if Tim let him get it because of the heat of the moment. Huh, Tim would definitely look amazing with red panties and nothing else.

“…Anyway, you will have to invite me to dinner,” Tim says, finally putting his makeup bag back in his backpack and taking out a box of Pocky cookies that he opens immediately. Kon blinks, waking up at the mention of him having to pay.

“S’okay,” Kon replies, clearing his throat, “My mom said he would be back around eight with pizzas, but we can have whatever you want for lunch,” he says, trying to not look too intense at the way Tim eats the cookies. Who had designed those, anyway?

“You’re a cutie,” Tim purrs sarcastically before giggling and putting another pocky on his lips; this time, he gets up from his desk and leans into Kon’s, moving the cookie with his teeth as if –

Kon gets the hint, biting the cookie too. For a second, his lips and Tim’s meet, a touch so soft it feels unreal.

“Drake! Luthor! Leave your affection for outside the school!” the teacher of the next class says as she arrives full of fury, letting her books fall thunderously on the desk and looking at the class with deadly eyes. The classroom goes silent, and dozens of heads turn around to look at Kon and Tim with curiosity. ‘Were they kissing?’ voices will whisper for the rest of the day.

Tim giggles again, quickly going back to his desk and sitting like a proper omega, but not before stopping to wink at Kon flirtishly and lick his lips teasingly.

The alpha swallows, making a mental note of paying a visit to the school showers during break time.

*

*

“Bart says Jaime passed this game like nothing,” Tim growls in his usual bitchy tone, sucking a popsicle he made Kon buy him, “I mean, not that I don’t trust Bart, but this game is a pain in the ass.”

As the words leave Tim’s lips, Kon’s character dies on screen. Again.

“This is bullshit,” Kon replies, throwing the expensive limited-edition joystick away, letting it bounce on the lilac carpet, “I have other games, what would you like to play?”

Tim makes a gesture that can only be described as obscene, choking on the popsicle before taking it out of his mouth with a pop. Kon swallows when he realizes Tim’s red lips are shiny with saliva.

He really wants to fuck that mouth. But he also wants to have silly dates with Tim, like watching movies or picnics or going dancing or who knows, maybe playing videogames for real instead of – whatever this is.

“Do you have Nightmare in Chicago?” Tim asks, crawling his way to Conner and sitting next to him on the floor, back against the soft sofa they decided to not use, “I tried buying it, but they asked for an I.D.”

Kon inhales loudly, “Yeah, I got it. Mom bought it for me, and then tried to keep it away from me when he noticed how violent it was,” Kon explains as he stretches his arm a bit, hand busy trying to find the game among all the others he has inside what Lex calls his games coffer. It must have ended up all the way down, since Kon can’t find it.

“Let me help you,” Tim offers with an unusual sweet voice before taking the remains of the lucky popsicle back on his mouth and, in a very inappropriate manner, put himself on all fours and stretching until his hands were inside the coffer. This way, Tim’s torso is right over Kon’s thighs, and Tim’s kneeling.

Tim’s face is also extremely close Kon’s dick.

Fucking tease.

“Found it!” Tim says, raising the game in question and getting up proudly to put in on the console, giving Kon the best view possible of his pretty round ass.

Ulysses Armstrong, another alpha sent to the nursery thanks to Tim’s kick, had touched it once. Spanked Tim from behind shamelessly. Kon had been there, and he had wanted to punch Ulysses hard, make him bleed and show some respect towards Kon’s omega. But in the end Kon didn’t have to do anything, Tim himself had broken Ulysses’ nose and pushed him to the fountain of the school’s garden. It was awesome.

Kon thinks Tim wouldn’t do that to him, in fact, he’s sure Tim would allow it. Maybe even lean in.

Perhaps Kon should stop wasting time and ask Tim out properly.

“There you go,” Tim says as he changes the game and carefully saves the previous one on its case. At some point Tim has thrown the popsicle to the trash can of the living room, and he goes back to Kon with the elegance of a cat, “Mind if I take the first turn?”

“Go ahead,” Kon tells him, a smile escaping him when he hears Tim purr in satisfaction. But Kon’s smile is quickly turned into a panic face when Tim literally sits on his lap, joystick already on Tim’s hands and the game’s music echoing in the room.

Tim doesn’t really seem to care about the fact that his ass is rubbing against Kon’s bulge, but Kon does, his face red and hands trembling as he can’t decide what to do.

Minutes go like that, and Kon wonders if he’s dreaming. Wouldn’t be the first time he has a dream involving Tim, but…

“You can touch me, you know,” Tim whispers, and Kon notices a cute blush on his pale cheeks, “I mean, you can hold me. Hug me a little bit.”

It would be way hotter if Tim weren’t still focused on playing, and worse, playing extremely well. Kon can see him beating his record already.

“We can’t – I promised my mom I wouldn’t have sex on the house,” Kon babbles, hands still scratching the carpet instead of grasping Tim’s tiny waist or cupping his ass or going all the way up to his petite breasts. But God, he’s looking at Tim like a starving alpha.

Tim pauses the game, turning around with a sarcastic smirk. His ass rubs harder against Conner’s crotch, and there’s no way that isn’t done in purpose.

“I didn’t say we were going to fuck, I only said you could touch me a bit. There’s a difference, Kon!” and he laughs meanly in that spoiled tone he always has. However, Tim puts the joystick away and changes position, now – sitting over Kon, his skirt indecently spread as Tim’s leg surround Kon’s hips. The omega’s shirt has the first buttons opened, the lace of the black bra catching Kon’s eyes for a second before he looks up at Tim’s proud face.

“You should kiss me,” Tim says, but it comes out as a demand.

“Sure,” Kon replies, after all, why wouldn’t he kiss Tim? That was basically the objective of this meeting: Making a move.

Their lips met in a silly but needy kiss. Tim tastes like the strawberry popsicle he just ate and a bit like soda, and Kon feels ashamed for a moment, wishing he hadn’t chosen Doritos as his snack. But Tim doesn’t seem to mind, making the kiss deeper and arms hanging from Kon’s neck calmly.

Kon realizes the omega’s smell gets a bit stronger, that sweet aroma of marshmallows, coffee, rain and roses taking over the room; Kon growls in the kiss, all alpha as his hands come to life and sneak under Tim’s skirt, cupping that wonderful ass only with the panties covering the skin.

Ulysses couldn’t be blamed; Tim has the best ass ever.

And then, the dream gets interrupted.

“Conner, Tim! I brought dinner!” Lex Luthor’s firm yet androgynous voice calls them out of nowhere. Kon had never pushed someone so quickly before, and never had he felt like suck a jerk.

*

*

A minute ago, Tim was sure Kon was the only object of his desires.

Well, Kon and that sexy French teacher Jean-Paul. But Tim wouldn’t fuck a teacher, that would definitely convince Bruce of sending him to a omegas private school. No. Kon is safer, and pretty adorable. Tim bets he could get Kon to eat him out after some kisses, no need to suck him off like other alphas demanded.

Yet that’s not the point, the point it’s that Tim might have just discovered a part of himself he never knew. Sure, he knew Lex Luthor was Kon’s mom, and Tim knew Lex was extremely good looking.

Lex had been on the cover of a magazine once, and Tim remembers Bruce growling that Lex was an insufferable bitch, but he had the best tits he had seen. Tim, of course, had blinked and taken a look to the magazine when Bruce finally put it away. Bruce was right, and Tim had never meant his words so much as when he basically moaned “Holy shit” after seeing Lex’s picture.

Tim knew all of this, but one thing was to see Lex in picture, and another one to see him in person. Right now? Tim has just realized how fucking gay he is.

“Tim, do you want water or soda?” Lex asks gently to him, and Tim has to swallow before talking; he’s salivating.

“Water is fine!” he ends up saying way too high and nervous, crossing his legs strongly and clinging to the chair. Lex is just meters away, looking awfully enticing and sensual, either unaware of Tim’s situation or just used to be desired.

How can Kon live with Lex? Fuck, how could anyone be close to Lex and not – want him?

First of all: Tall. Kon’s an extremely tall alpha, and Lex is just some inches behind him, except Lex’s an omega, which makes Lex the tallest omega Tim has ever met. Second? Lex is beautiful, perfect, ethereal; his red curly hair frames his high features, those perfect cheekbones and nose, those plump pink lips, those shimmering green eyes. Tim thought Bruce’s dates were pretty, but not even those European models could compare to Lex’s perfect face.

And then there’s Lex’s body. Was it allowed for an omega to look like that? Big, tempting breasts, tiniest waist ever, wide hips, full thighs… Everything sinfully highlighted by the white suit Lex is wearing; it fits him like a glove.

Tim doesn’t think he will be able to look at Lex’s eyes instead of looking at those amazing tits. Honestly, how come Kon likes small chests when his mother looks like this?

Cherry on top, Lex smells delicious. A fascinating mixture of lilies, mint tea, candy and – ink.

Tim wants to jump over him and sink his nose on Lex’s glands, purr like a kitten and rub himself against Lex. Preferably if both are naked.

“Are you okay?” Kon whispers on his ear, waking Tim up and reminding him of the alpha presence and, more importantly, that it’s Kon’s mom whose image is making his panties wet.

“Y-Yeah,” Tim answers poorly, “I think I’m just a bit warm,” and he’s not lying, he’s having a bit of a fever, but not quite to actually make him dizzy. He just feels – hot. Sweaty.

“Here you go,” Lex mentions as he sits on the head of the table, pushing an elegant glass of water with ice towards Tim; it’s a wine glass, and Tim suddenly processes the elegance and luxury of the Luthor house. He side eyes at Lex, seeing the shimmer of a silver watch on his wrist as the older omega opens stretches to open the pizza box.

It's not some cheap pizza like the one most people buy, it’s craft. Probably more expensive than going out to have dinner and thin like paper, yet it smells better than anything Tim has had lately and the vegetables look fresh like Tim didn’t think a pizza could have. Is it weird that he’s thinking so much about the food?

Tim swallows, feeling ever warmer. Yeah, he definitely is getting a fever.

“Don’t you like it, Tim?” Lex asks with slight worry, sipping his wine as he looks at the young omega. Kon, who’s already eating, makes a weird sound with his mouth.

“Eat before you speak,” Lex tells him annoyed before going back to Tim, “You’re red, Tim; would you like it if we lower the temperature?”

Tim shakes his head, ashamed and taking the water glass to his lips quickly, “No! I’m fine! Just tired, Mrs. Luthor,” he manages to say as the cold water refreshes his lips.

Except that’s a lie, and Tim has to force himself to eat a slice of pizza and drinks two glasses of cold water in an attempt to relieve the hotness growing on him. He’s extremely embarrassed, specially when he can only babble half answers to the questions Lex makes to him.

Great first impression, Tim, his inner voice mocks him.

Thankfully, after what must be twenty minutes or so, Lex receives a call.

“Sorry, children, I have to take this,” Lex says a bit exasperated, leaving the dinner room and disappearing into the hall that conducts to the other half of the house. Tim can finally breath freely, yet the gesture only makes him inhale the remains of Lex’s sweet smell.

Oh.

“He’s on his study, I don’t think he’s coming back before Bruce comes to pick you up,” Kon mentions as he finishes his sixth slice of pizza to later drink of his soda, “Are you okay? You’re really really red.”

Tim touches his own forehead, but it’s hard to tell if he’s hot or not when his hand is warm too. What he can actually tell (but he won’t), it’s that he's wet, slick leaking out of him and staining his panties and skirt. If that keeps on…

“I’m a bit dizzy,” Tim admits, not even bothering with protesting when Kon picks him up and carries him towards the living room. The sofa is cold against Tim’s skin and it relieves him a little, but that’s quickly countered by Kon’s warm hands cupping his face with care.

“You’re very hot.”

Tim, despite everything, laughs, “I know that, Kon.”

Kon blushes, “No! That’s not – You have a fever, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude, we were kissing not even an hour ago!” Tim almost screams before cuddling against the cushions, closing his legs as hard as he can. He’s getting wetter, and at this rate Kon will smell it. It wouldn’t be so bad if Tim weren’t still thinking about Lex’s breasts and hips.

“Sorry, sorry,” Kon apologizes softly, fingers brushing Tim’s hair, “You might be getting a flu, it’s all over the school.”

Tim makes a sound with throat, a needy, pathetic sound.

“Or could have been something you ate, I don’t know,” Kon adds before shrugging, “I can call your dad, if you want to leave - ”

“Kon, I want you to finger me,” Tim says without thinking, eyes shimmering and voice broken. His slick is already staining the sofa, and it takes just seconds after his words for Kon to be hit by Tim’s smell.

Not quite a heat, but close enough.

“Wait, what?” Kom whispers panicked, yet he’s already covering Tim with his body, alpha fangs showing behind his lips, “Tim, we can’t, my mom is in the house!”

“I know,” Tim replies angrily, just to later whimper like a pup and open his legs, hands keeping the skirt down. For now, “I merely want you to touch me.”

Kon opens and closes his mouth a few times, then, “O-Okay, I can do that,” he says as he leans down and kisses Tim again. Tim assumes that Kon hasn’t been with many omegas before, perhaps he hasn’t actually have sex, and this is far from a romantic night, but Tim feels way too hot and horny to care.

If only he could stop thinking about Lex’s breasts, how they would look naked, how they would feel on Tim’s mouth. It gets worse, because Tim starts wondering about Lex’s pussy and cocklette, would Lex be bigger than Tim? Could he fuck Tim, perhaps? Tim has watched porn, he has seen omegas with cocklettes as big as a beta’s average dick, so thick and long that they could fuck other omegas with it.

Tim would really like to be fucked by Lex.

“You smell so good,” Kon growls when he lets Tim’s lips go, “I wanna eat you whole, Tim,” he keeps snarling, hands way more active than their playing from before. Big rough hands sneak under Tim’s shirt and then his bra, squeezing his tiny breasts with need. Tim moans, unsure of why he's feeling this sensitive, his nipples reacting so strong that Tim thinks he could come just by having them touched.

But Kon quickly changes his decision, letting his fingers go down and then pushing Tim’s skirt up, leaving his black wet panties exposed.

“Fuck,” Kon breathes, hands holding Tim’s milky thighs, pulling the high stockings down and later firmly holding Tim’s legs, pressing so hard that Tim’s sure he will have bruises in need of hiding tomorrow.

Alpha teeth bite Tim’s left thigh, up and close to his pussy, barely millimeters from it. Tim cries, reduced to a horny omega who wants to be fucked.

And sure, Kon’s hands feel good, but all Tim’s mind does is imagine Lex again and again. What’s wrong with him?

“You are so fucking pretty, babe,” Kon says in delirium as his fingers finally push Tim’s panties aside, revealing his shaved pussy wet with slick and his tiny hard cocklette, “You’re so pink and – Shit, Tim, you're so wet!” the alpha moans as he pushes one finger inside Tim’s cunt. Usually Tim would hiss, demand something better than just straight up fucking him, but right now he’s horny and wet like he has only been on heat, and Tim’s sure he’d even let Kon knot him at this rate.

It's weird, Tim hasn’t had a heat in months; he has been taking suppressants for years now, only stopping during school vacations to, in medical words, let his ovaries rest. So it can’t be a heat, unless…

“So tight,” Kon praises him, adding a second finger, already hitting Tim’s sweet spot. At some point Kon unzipped his pants, took out his cock and started jerking off with his left hand. Tim should kick him, instead, he moans shamelessly, jerking his hips to get Kon’s fingers deeper on his cunt.

“There, there!” Tim cries pathetically, already with tears coming form his eyes and hands scratching the sofa. There’s no way Lex won’t notice what they did, the room reeks of slick and precum, alpha and omega smell flooding it, the sofa wet with Tim’s fluids and marked by Tim’s manicured nails. Lex will know what they did.

Tim kinda wants him to know what they did. Or even better, he wants Lex to join them.

“Are you gonna come, babe?” Kon laughs, all alpha pride as he steals another short kiss from Tim. His cock is hard, swollen and shiny with pre cum as he fucks his own fist, “Are you gonna come on my fingers, Timmy?”

Tim is close, very close, and in the extasis of the moment, he decides to speak his truth.

“Kon - !”

“Yeah, baby?”

Tim moans again, seeing stars as Kon’s fingers hit right where he needs again, “Kon, your mom is so hot!”

Kon chokes on air, and then they both come at the same time. Loudly.

They are lucky Lex stays on his study for other thirty minutes, not so lucky that Tim gets even hornier after his orgasm, almost jumping on Kon and trying to put his flaccid dick inside him. Thankfully Kon wakes up from the hormones rush and cleans Tim before forcing him to stay still.

Listening to Tim cry Lex’s name, though… That doesn’t help.

*

*

So, Tim went into heat.

A triggered heat, stronger than his suppressants and hitting him to the point Bruce had to take him to a clinic.

The thing is (but Tim isn’t telling Bruce that), that triggered heats were instantaneous. Erotic novels liked to portray poor omegas going intro triggered heats when powerful, handsome alphas got too close to them. It sounded stupid, but it happened. Tim’s mother had gotten one once, said it had been the most embarrassing moment of her life, so Tim always assumed the alpha hadn’t been his father. Anyway.

Bruce thinks Tim got his heat triggered by Kon, an alpha. He’s mad, very mad, but those things happen. Omegas and alphas are meant to be perfect to each other. Bruce has no idea that Tim went into heat because of Lex, another omega, and Tim won’t tell him that.

What would he say, anyway? That he’s currently having a crisis about whether he’s gay or not? That he had gone into heat after seeing the big tits of Kon’s mom? That he’s revaluating all his life decisions?

Tim doesn’t say anything, he just nods when Bruce says he’s not allowed to go out with Kon anymore for at least a month. He stays home for a week, sedated to ride his heat without fever or pain, alone in his room and with the internet as his only companion.

Conflicted, Tim gives a try to omega porn. Omegas without alphas, that is. And he likes it, specially when he finds an actor that looks a lot like Lex, except he’s a bit thinner and his red hair is longer. Tim watches all his videos and comes on his fingers, ashamed and feeling guilty.

Wondering what this means, he watches videos of alphas only next. Handsome big alphas jerking off their big cocks until their knots are swollen and clinging to air. Alphas humping their pillows, alphas fucking fake cunt toys, alphas coming again and again until they are dry.

Tim loves that, and he comes as he fingers himself while watching those videos too.

He’s not sure what this means.

Tim stays home for another week, just because he can. His heat is gone so he distracts himself with other activities, mostly reading, watching TV and even gardening. Anything that keeps his mind busy and away of Lex Luthor’s tits.

The weekend before he goes back to school, Damian’s grandfather visits to give his monthly gift to his spoiled grandson and abuse Bruce’s hospitality. Like always, he undresses Tim with his eyes, smirking smugly when he catches something that attracts his attention (like Tim’s ass or thighs). Damian goes to the garden with Alfred to test his newest gift: A dog; and Bruce has to leave for a moment when he gets a call from Selina.

Tim’s having a déjà vu.

Usually, Tim would leave the room the moment he ended up alone with Ra’s al Ghul, but after the last couple of days, Tim isn’t being himself. So he stays, sitting in front of Ra’s and crossing and uncrossing his legs in purpose, enjoying, for the first time, the way in which Ra’s breathes deeper at the view.

Tim had never noticed how handsome Ra’s was, with those shoulders and chest, his tall figure, his beautiful brown skin, his spicy smell… Tim’s too horny lately.

“Do you know Lex Luthor?” Tim asks a bit too high, faking a delicacy in his voice that he doesn’t have. Ra’s, focused on trying to look under Tim’s skirt, doesn’t seem to notice the falsehood.

“Everyone knows Lex Luthor,” Ra’s replies, voice hoarse, “He’s a bitch, always getting in business he has no right to,” the alpha growls, clearly not caring for his sexist declaration. Tim lets it be, if only because he has something to ask.

“He’s single, isn’t he?” Tim keeps going, changing his position so that his skirt goes up a bit, showing even more skin to the alpha, “He has never married.”

“As if an alpha could stand him,” Ra’s laughs, eyes still looking at Tim’s legs, “He’s insufferable, although his looks almost make up for it.”

“Almost?”

“Luthor is not my type.”

“Oh?” Tim purrs with non existent innocence, opening his legs enough to let Ra’s see the tiniest glance of his red panties, “What’s your type then? I have never met Damian’s grandmother.”

“She’s dead,” Ra’s replies bitterly, and suddenly his eyes aren’t looking at Tim’s legs, but at his eyes, “Why are you interested in Lex Luthor?”

Tim is unable to hide his gasp, surprised that Ra’s is no longer distracted by his sexuality, “Well, I – I cannot confirm it, but rumor has it he’s into omegas.”

An awful lie, but if Ra’s sees through it, he doesn’t care.

“Who says that?”

“Everyone at my school, you see, Lex’s son attends my course...”

“Then tell them it’s not a rumor. Luthor has always been into omegas,” Ra’s says with a bit of disgust, then smirking as he lays against the couch, calmly taking out a cigarette, “I have seen him, you know? At galas. He likes to seduce young cute omegas, never dates them, but he clearly fucks them.”

Ra’s exhales smoke, Tim exhales nervousness.

“Are you – Are you telling me the truth?”

Ra’s chuckles, once again looking under Tim’s eyes, but this time stopping on the cleavage of his blouse. Tim doesn’t have much to show, but that has never stopped Ra’s from looking at his chest, “I have seen him kissing with omegas who look like you, actually. Not that I can blame him.”

Before Tim can say anything, Damian is back at the room, jumping in the couch like the ten year old alpha pup he is to start a monologue about why Ra’s should gift him a cow next time.

And if Tim adds Ra’s of Facebook that night that’s no one’s business.

*

*

“We shouldn’t do this,” Kon whispers as he fucks harder into Tim, his cock hitting all the right spots inside Tim’s wet cunt. They are sweaty and still dressed in uniform, a logical scenario, since they are fucking in a cleaning closet instead of attending swimming class.

Kon loves seeing Tim in his swimming suit, but this? This is much better.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Tim says bitchly, hands keeping Kon’s face in such position that the alpha is looking at him while they fuck. Kon has the most beautiful green eyes Tim has seen, the same green eyes Lex Luthor has, “Come inside me, Kon,” he demands.

Kon just laughs, or rather, he half laughs and half moans, hands squeezing Tim’s ass hard as he fucks him again and again, in and out, knot already begging to form.

“You’re a menace,” Kon says tenderly, kissing Tim’s nose, “We should go to a hotel next time. A bed is better.”

Tim shakes his head.

“Why not your house?”

“What do you have with my house?”

The omega bites his lip, later moaning when Kon's cock hits his sweet spot again, “What if I told you that I like your mom, Kon?”

Opposite to what he expected, Conner doesn’t growl angry, and all what happens is that his thrusts become faster and deeper.

“You like Lex?” Kon inquires smugly, somehow managing to carry Tim with a single hand to use the other one to cover Tim’s wet cocklette, “You are into omegas? Really?”

Tim tilts his head, “Yeah, I think so. I mean, I really want to suck your mom’s tits.”

Kon whistles, “We could make a threesome, you know?” and he must see the face Tim makes, because he quickly speaks to correct himself, “Not with my mom, obviously. I’m talking about us and another omega.”

“What a sacrifice, you fuck two omega pussies and have the double of tits to suck,” Tim murmurs with slight annoyance before whimpering, feeling how he’s almost there, almost coming on Kon’s knot.

The alpha purrs this time, a low sound that makes Tim get wetter, “Come on, you want to fuck my mom, can’t I be into threesomes to compensate?”

“Actually,” Tim says, voice almost gone, “I want your mom to fuck me. Bet he has a big dick, maybe I could ride him,” and suddenly Kon is coming inside of Tim without anticipation, just filling him up and growling like a beast.

The feeling is warm and nice, and Tim comes too, slick falling to the floor and sterile pre cum staining Kon’s hand.

It takes them a moment to breath again, euphoric and – in love.

“That would be hot,” Kon admits as he kisses Tim’s cheek and then goes down to bite his glands playfully, “You and my mom rubbing together, sucking your tits…”

Tim raises an eyebrow, “You can’t find that hot, Kon! It makes you incestuous!”

Kon snorts, an alpha tantrum, “He’s my mom, I can think whatever I want.”

*

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“Tim, it’s so nice to see you again!” Lex greets him casually some days later when Tim makes the mistake of visiting Bruce in his office to show him his perfect grades. Lex seems to be leaving, wearing a beautiful purple silk blouse and black jeans, followed by an awfully tall blonde beta that guards him like a dog.

“H-Hi!” Tim basically screams full of panic, trembling and blushing when Lex shakes his hand and smiles at him.

“How is school going? Kon told me you had been absent for two weeks.”

“I’m fine! It was just, ah, the flu.”

Lex blinks, looking at Tim with doubt, “Must have been a really bad flu.”

Tim remembers all the nights spent humping his pillow, watching videos of sexy redhead omegas with big tits, “N-Not really, my dad just likes taking care of me.”

The older omega sighs, clearly not buying it, “Very well then, I’m glad you’re feeling better. Kon missed you,” and Lex ends that phrase with a wink, giving Tim’s cheek a quick pinch before leaving followed by his guard.

While Tim goes running to Bruce’s office, getting hotter and wetter, high on fever, Lex goes down to the parking lot of Wayne Enterprises, chuckling at the face of awkwardness Mercy has.

“He likes you,” Mercy states.

“I know that,” Lex replies amused as he takes out his cat keys, “He’s a cutie, but he’s underage and Wayne’s son.”

“That would never stop the Lex I know.”

Lex smiles, closing his eyes for a second and giggling, “That’s true, but Kon likes him. I can’t steal Tim for him.”

“Seems like you already stole him. You triggered his heat.”

Lex gets into the car, making a mental note of doubling Kon’s allowance as apology, “I know. Poor thing, it’s the second time it happens. At this rate he will leave leave Kon for the first omega that looks like me.”

But in Lex’s defense, it's Clark who has stolen most of Conner’s crushes. Kon will get over it… Eventually.