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Tim knew his boyfriend could come up with stupid ideas sometimes, but damn if they didn't make life with Kon endlessly exciting.
Like the time Kon decided to test his super strength by arm-wrestling a vending machine, only to end up with a twisted metal armrest and a bruised ego that Tim had kissed away later that night. Or when he tried baking cookies with heat vision and nearly set the kitchen on fire—again—leaving Tim to salvage the charred mess while Kon pouted adorably, promising to make it up with takeout and cuddles.
There was that incident with the homemade jetpack made from salvaged Titan tech, which ended with Kon crashing through the apartment ceiling and Tim spending hours untangling him from the drywall, their laughter echoing as they lay amid the debris, Kon whispering how Tim's patience made him feel truly loved.
And don't get Tim started on the 'genius' plan to prank Robin by swapping his utility belt gadgets with whoopee cushions—Bart had laughed for days, but Tim had not, though Kon's apologetic blowjob in the Batcave storage room had turned his annoyance into forgiveness.
But piercings? Those were a toss-up, a thrilling blend of danger and desire that always drew them closer.
Tim thought the piercings were cool (read: hot), but the methods at which the piercings could be done on the half-Kryptonian were highly dangerous in the wrong hands. Which is why Kon continuously went to Tim. He'd handled a few before: the eyebrow bars that Kon had insisted on after seeing a punk rocker in Metropolis, the two of them sneaking away from a mission to get it done, Tim's steady hands making Kon's heart race with more than just the pierce.
Or the industrial in his ear cartilage that Tim had to reinforce with a tiny vibranium alloy to keep it from healing out too fast, a late-night project where they'd shared stories of their first crushes, Kon admitting Tim had been his from the start. Each time, it was a delicate balance of science and trust, and Tim relished the control it gave him over Kon's invulnerable body, a way to mark him as his own in the most intimate sense.
“Hey,” Kon greeted, floating over to the couch, dragging out the syllables like he was savoring each one, his voice a warm rumble that always made Tim's world feel a little brighter.
Tim looked up from his position on the couch of their shared apartment—the one in Jump City, not Gotham or Metropolis, which Tim paid for to allow them to have their own space in their most common cities. Yes, he made a spreadsheet for each of them to keep track of the bills and the information. No, Kon didn’t know about the spreadsheets. Don’t judge him.
The place was a cozy two-bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bay, furnished in a mix of sleek tech gadgets and Kon's haphazard collection of band posters and superhero memorabilia. It was their sanctuary, away from the chaos of capes and villains, a place where they could just be Tim and Kon: lovers building a life together.
“Yeah?” He asked, his fingers still flying over the keyboard on his lap; the actual desktop was on a travel desk in front of him. He had been very proud of his little invention, the desk was short and had wheels, allowing him to drag it all over the apartment while continuing his work. Right now, he was knee-deep in analyzing recent Jump City crime patterns, cross-referencing with League databases, but Kon's presence made even the most tedious task feel meaningful.
Kon plopped down next to him, leaning his head onto Tim’s shoulder. The warmth of his body seeped through Tim's shirt, a comforting weight that grounded him, reminding him why he fought so hard for moments like this. “Whatcha working on?” He asked, his eyes skimming over the senseless words on the screen—charts, graphs, and lines of code that might as well have been hieroglyphs to Kon, but he always pretended to care, just to stay close.
“Nothing much, what do you need?” Tim asked, pressing a small kiss to the top of Kon’s head, his eyes not moving from the screen. The scent of Kon's shampoo—something citrusy and fresh—filled his nostrils, a distraction he didn't mind, a scent that said 'home' to him now.
Kon gaped, “What? I can’t just wanna spend time with my hot, genius, perfect boyfriend?” Kon said, sitting up a little, his hand sliding possessively over Tim's thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles that sent sparks up Tim's leg.
Tim raised an eyebrow, still looking at the screen in front of him. “Kon-El.” His tone was affectionate but knowing—Kon was a terrible liar when he wanted something, but his attempts always endeared him more to Tim.
Kon huffed, adjusting so he was sitting criss-cross on the couch and facing Tim. His knee bumped against Tim's leg. “I wanna get a tongue piercing,” Kon said, the words tumbling out with that trademark enthusiasm, his blue eyes sparkling under the soft apartment lights, eyes that held Tim's future in their depths.
Tim's fingers paused mid-keystroke, and he finally turned his head to meet Kon's gaze. A slow smile tugged at his lips as he processed the request. A tongue piercing on Kon? The visual alone sent a spark of heat through him—the metal glinting against that talented mouth.
“A tongue piercing? Like, right now?” Tim's voice softened, laced with the love that bubbled up whenever Kon shared his wild ideas.
Kon nodded enthusiastically, his eyes lighting up with that boyish excitement that always made Tim's chest tighten, a reminder of how far they'd come from awkward allies to soulmates. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, practically vibrating with energy. “Yeah! I've been thinking about it for weeks. Saw this guy last week with one—it really solidified my urge. And imagine how it'd feel... you know, when I'm...” He trailed off, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, his hand gesturing vaguely toward Tim's lap, but his gaze was tender, promising more than just pleasure.
Tim set his laptop aside on the travel desk, wheeling it out of the way with a practiced flick. He turned fully to face Kon, his mind already racing through the logistics, but his heart swelling with affection for this man who trusted him with his body and soul. Piercings on a Kryptonian hybrid weren't straightforward—Kon’s powers made standard methods useless.
The healing factor could reject the jewelry in seconds, or worse, the invulnerability could snap tools like twigs. But Tim had prepped for this. He was nothing if not prepared, with contingency plans for everything from alien biology to apocalyptic threats, all because he loved Kon enough to keep him safe.
“Alright, but we're doing it my way as usual. Red sun lamp to depower you first, kryptonite needle for the pierce. It'll mimic a human experience, keep things from going wonky with your healing factor kicking in too soon. No shortcuts, no rushing like last time.” Tim reached out, cupping Kon's cheek, thumb stroking the stubble there. He knew they both remembered how badly the septum one went last time— Kon had tried to rush him through it and ended up breaking the needle in his nose. He was sneezing for four hours.
Kon grinned, leaning in to steal a quick kiss, his lips soft and insistent, pouring all his gratitude into the press. “Knew you'd be into it. You're the best, Baby. My own personal mad scientist, the one who makes my heart race faster than any flight.” His fingers traced Tim's jaw, lingering just long enough to make Tim's pulse quicken.
Tim rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his own smile as he stood, pulling Kon up with him. The taller man's body pressed close, solid and warm, a reminder of the strength coiled beneath the casual affection, the body Tim adored every inch of. “Come on, let's set up in the bathroom. And strip down to some shorts—no sense in risking getting blood on your favorite jeans.” He squeezed Kon's hand, intertwining their fingers for a moment, a silent vow of care.
The bathroom in their Jump City apartment was spacious, tiled in cool blues that Kon had picked out because they “matched his vibe”, but Tim knew it was because the color reminded him of peaceful ocean swims they'd shared on lazy weekends. Tim flicked on the red sun lamp he'd rigged up months ago—a modified grow light with a specialized filter to simulate Kryptonian weakness without the full lethality. He'd calibrated it meticulously, testing on Clark and Kara first to ensure it only suppressed powers without causing harm, all for Kon's sake.
The warm, reddish glow bathed the room, casting long shadows and turning Kon's skin a flushed hue as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and abs, marked faintly with old scars from battles long past—scars Tim had traced with kisses, whispering how each one made Kon more beautiful to him.
Kon sat on the edge of the counter, legs dangling like a kid waiting for a treat, his bare feet swinging idly. He watched Tim with a mix of nerves and excitement, biting his lower lip, vulnerability in his eyes that he only showed to Tim. “Always forget how human this makes me, can't even use my TTK to pull you close.” His voice held a hint of uncertainty, but trust shone through.
Tim pulled out his piercing kit from the cabinet with a smile and an eyeroll—sterilized tools laid out on a tray, the kryptonite-infused needle he'd synthesized in his makeshift lab, and two barbells: a thicker, longer one, about fourteen gauge, for the initial pierce to account for swelling, and a slimmer sixteen gauge for after healing.
He gloved up, his movements precise and efficient, the way they always were when he was in his element, protecting what mattered most. The latex snapped against his wrists, a sound that made Kon's eyes flick to it appreciatively, a small smile curving his lips. “Yeah, it'll dial you back to baseline human levels. No powers, just you and your squishy bits.” Tim smirked, stepping between Kon's spread legs. He tilted Kon's chin up with a gloved finger, thumb brushing the soft skin under his jaw. “Open wide. I've got you, Kon. Always.” His words were a soft promise, eyes locking with Kon's in a moment of deep connection.
Kon stuck out his tongue obediently, the pink muscle flat and ready, veins faintly visible under the surface. Tim glanced up at Kon’s expectant gaze and his heart skipped a beat. His boyfriend was watching him with those intense eyes, a smirk on his lips at Tim’s wide eyes.
Tim nearly dropped the piercing at the sight of Kon's wet, glistening tongue poking out between plush lips. A deep flush crept up his neck and into his cheeks as he imagined that slick tongue sliding across his own, or wrapping around...
Tim swallowed hard and forced himself to meet Kon's playful, provocative gaze. He could think about that later.
"Open wider," Tim instructed, his voice coming out an octave higher than usual. "I need to see your lingual frenulum."
Kon’s smirk never faded, and he opened his mouth wider, tongue lolling out shamelessly. Tim nearly whimpered. He felt his arousal stirring, his pants growing tighter by the second.
He took a shaky breath and prepared the needle, trying to regain some composure. Tim clamped it gently with the piercing tool—a forceps designed for oral work—positioning the needle with steady hands. The red light hummed softly overhead, and already Kon's posture had relaxed slightly, the subtle float he always had grounded by the lamp's influence. “This'll sting like a bitch since the red sun's got you at human levels. Breathe through your nose. And try not to swallow—kryptonite's not great for your system.” Tim's free hand rested on Kon's knee, a grounding touch.
Kon gave a thumbs-up, eyes locked on Tim's with trust that made something warm bloom in Tim's gut, a love so profound it ached. His hands gripped the counter edge, knuckles whitening just a fraction.
Tim pushed the needle through in one swift motion, the kryptonite tip piercing the flesh with a resistance that felt all too human. Kon's body jerked slightly, a muffled grunt escaping around the clamp, his eyes squeezing shut. Blood welled up—normal red blood, not the kind that could only be seen in his veins from the outside—and trickled down his tongue in thin rivulets.
Tim worked quickly, sliding the thicker barbell through the fresh hole, the metal warm from sterilization. He twisted the ball on to secure it, then released the clamp, wiping away the excess blood with a sterile gauze, his touch lingering tenderly.
He stepped back, snapping off his gloves and tossing them in the trash. Kon closed his mouth slowly, probing the new piercing with his tongue, wincing at the tug. His eyes widened almost comically as the pain registered fully. When he spoke, it was with a slight lisp, “Whoa, that... actually hurts. Like, a lot. Feels like I bit my tongue during a sparring match, but worse.” Then, to Tim's amusement, Kon began wiping at the saliva dripping down his chin.
Saliva pooled visibly at the corners of his lips, dripping down his chin in a steady stream, unbidden and uncontrollable. He wiped at it with the back of his hand, staring at the wetness in shock, his cheeks flushing under the red light. “Dude, why am I drooling like a freaking dog? This is embarrassing. Is it broken or something? Did I move too much?” Despite the words, he reached for Tim's hand, squeezing it, drawing comfort from the contact.
Tim chuckled, grabbing a tissue to dab at Kon's chin, his touch gentle, eyes soft with affection. He leaned in close, inspecting the piercing under the light—the hole was clean, no signs of rejection yet. “Humans do that. The piercing irritates the nerves in your tongue, triggers excess saliva production as a protective response—kinda like how your body would react to any oral injury. It's basic physiology: the submandibular glands overcompensate to flush out irritants. The kryptonite and red sun are keeping your powers offline. No instant healing, no super spit control.” He traced the edge of Kon's jaw, thumb brushing the saliva away, then pressed a kiss to Kon's temple. “It's kinda cute, actually. I love seeing this side of you, Kon, where you trust me completely.”
Kon blinked, swallowing around the barbell with a wince, more drool escaping despite his efforts. He licked his lips experimentally, the thick metal clacking against his teeth. “Okay, one, I always trust you completely. And two, that's... weird. And kinda gross. But hot that you know all this sciency stuff. Feels big, though. Like it's taking up my whole mouth, pressing on everything.” He flexed his tongue again, the barbell shifting visibly, and winced as another wave of saliva hit. “Ugh, seriously? I feel like a puppy at the vet.” But even as he complained, his eyes sparkled with love, pulling Tim in for a one-armed hug around the waist.
“That's the point of the thicker one—for the initial swell. It'll keep the hole open while your body adjusts. Give it a minute, then head out to the balcony. The sun should kickstart your healing without the bar popping out.” Tim leaned in, pressing a careful kiss to Kon's forehead, avoiding the mouth for now. The skin there was warm, slightly damp from the room's humidity. “Don't talk too much; it'll bleed more. And no flying—walk like a normal person for once.”
Kon nodded, sliding off the counter with a slight wobble, his legs feeling the full weight of gravity without his tactile telekinesis to cushion. He paused to rinse his mouth in the sink, spitting out a mix of blood and saliva into the basin, the pink-tinged water swirling down the drain. He grinned lopsidedly at Tim in the mirror, the piercing catching the light. “You're such a nurse. Love you for this, even if you have to see me slobbering like an idiot.”
“Love you too. Go bake in the sun, Superboy. I'll clean up here.” Tim watched him go, a fond smile on his face, his heart full as he tidied the tools, each motion a testament to his devotion.
Kon stumbled—actually stumbled—to the balcony overlooking Jump City's bustling streets. The midday sun hit him like a wave, yellow and invigorating, seeping into his cells and jumpstarting the Kryptonian side of his DNA.
From the doorway, Tim observed the transformation: the redness around Kon's mouth faded almost immediately, the swelling receding as if time-lapsed. The drooling stopped abruptly, Kon wiping his chin one last time with a relieved sigh. His posture straightened, powers flickering back online—he floated an inch off the ground without realizing it.
Within minutes, he was sauntering back inside, tongue flicking out to show the piercing, now snug and unbloody, the muscle around it smooth and healed. He pulled Tim into a hug, burying his face in Tim's neck. “Missed you even for those few minutes. You're everything to me, you know that? How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Kon announced, opening his mouth wide for inspection. The hole was already closing around the barbell, Kryptonian healing weaving the tissues back together seamlessly. He poked at it with his finger, no pain left behind. “Feels normal now. No more puppy drool. That was mortifying, by the way.” But his tone was light, laced with the joy of sharing this with Tim.
Tim met him in the living room, holding up the smaller barbell, its titanium shine catching the natural light streaming in. “Let's swap it. This one's sleeker—fourteen gauge down to sixteen, won't catch on anything when you're... you know, using your mouth later.” His voice dipped suggestively, eyes darkening as he pulled Kon close by the waistband of his shorts. The air between them hummed with unspoken promise, but Tim paused to cup Kon's face. “I'm so proud of you for trusting me with this. It means the world.”
Kon's breath hitched, his hands settling on Tim's hips. “Yeah? Planning ahead already? God, I love how you think of everything.”
They repeated the process quickly but carefully: Tim gloved up again, reclamping the tongue under normal light now that the initial pierce was stable. Unclasp the thick bar, a faint tug that made Kon hiss softly—still tender, even with healing. Thread the slim bar through the still-mending hole, the metal sliding smoothly. Secure it with the other ball, and release. Kon healed over it just as fast, the new jewelry settling in like it had always been there. He ran his thumb over the ball of it, the metal now a subtle accent against him, clicking faintly as he tested it. “Feels perfect.”
“Perfect,” Tim murmured, tracing Kon's jaw with his thumb, then dipping lower to brush over the piercing itself. The casual intimacy of the moment shifted, the air thickening with anticipation. Kon's hand slid to Tim's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies aligned, heat building where they touched. “You're perfect, Kon. Every part of you.”
“Wanna test it out?” Kon's voice was low, playful, as he backed Tim toward the couch, his eyes half-lidded with desire, but filled with the depth of their bond. Tim’s cock twitched visibly against the fabric of his shorts, and Tim could feel the subtle dampness from Kon's pussy pressing forward, a sign of how deeply he affected him.
Tim's breath hitched, his own arousal stirring. “Thought you'd never ask.”
Kon pushed him down onto the cushions, the soft fabric yielding under Tim's weight. He followed with a hungry kiss, straddling Tim's lap, the piercing clicking against Tim's teeth—cool metal, a novel sensation that sent a shiver down his spine. Kon's tongue explored his mouth, the barbell adding friction, pressure in all the right ways, dragging along Tim's own tongue with deliberate swipes. Tim groaned into it, hands fisting in Kon's hair, tugging just enough to elicit a moan from the larger man, a moan that vibrated with love.
They broke apart, both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling. Kon's eyes were pupils-blown, his body already responding—cock hardening fully against Tim's thigh, a damp spot forming where his pussy clenched with need, arousal soaking through the thin fabric. “You make me feel so alive, Baby. Like I could conquer the world, but I'd rather just conquer you.”
Tim reached for Kon's waistband, undoing the drawstring with deft fingers, shoving the shorts down. “My turn first. Lie back. I want to worship you, show you how much you mean to me.” And just in case the piercing needs a little more time to heal. Tim could multitask.
Kon complied, stretching out on the couch, his erection springing free—thick and veined, curving upward toward his navel, pre-cum beading at the slit. Below, his pussy lips parted slightly, slick and inviting, clit peeking out swollen. Tim knelt between his spread legs, hands gripping Kon's thighs, thumbs digging into the firm muscle. He leaned in, inhaling Kon's musky scent, then licked a long stripe up Kon's cock from base to tip, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum as it smeared across his tongue. “Taste so good,” Tim whispered against the skin.
Kon moaned, fingers threading through Tim's hair, not pulling but guiding, a gentle hold full of trust. “Fuck, Sunshine...”
Tim took the head into his mouth, sucking firmly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. He bobbed down slowly, taking more of Kon's length, hollowing his cheeks to create tight suction. Kon's hips bucked lightly, but he held back, muscles taut with restraint, letting Tim set the pace. Tim hummed in approval, the vibration drawing a gasp from Kon. He pulled off briefly to lick down the shaft, nuzzling Kon's balls, sucking one into his mouth gently before trailing wet kisses lower.
Spreading Kon's folds with his thumbs, Tim exposed the slick entrance fully, the pink inner walls glistening. His tongue delved in deep, lapping at the wetness that coated everything, circling the clit with precise flicks that made Kon's thighs tremble. Saliva—Kon's own, now controlled—dripped from his mouth as he panted, the piercing glinting with each breath. Tim sucked on the clit harder, sliding two fingers into Kon's pussy, curling them against the spongy spot inside that always made Kon arch off the cushions. “I love feeling you like this—open, vulnerable, mine.”
“Baby—shit, right there. Don't stop.” Kon's voice was wrecked, one hand clutching the armrest, the other in Tim's hair, holding on like Tim was his lifeline.
Tim pumped his fingers steadily, feeling the walls clench and flutter around them, hot and velvety. He added a third finger, stretching Kon open, his mouth never leaving the clit—sucking, licking, the flat of his tongue pressing broad strokes. Kon's cock twitched above, untouched but leaking steadily onto his stomach. The combined assault built fast; Kon's body tensed, thighs clamping around Tim's head as he came with a shuddering cry, pussy flooding Tim's mouth and hand with his release, waves of it pulsing out. His cock spurted a thin rope of cum across his abs, the orgasm rippling through both sets of nerves. “Tim—yes, fuck!”
Tim pulled back slowly, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, smirking up at Kon's blissed-out face, but his eyes were tender. “Taste even better than usual. Your turn now—make it good. Show me how you feel.”
Kon hauled him up with effortless strength, stripping Tim's clothes off with super-speed efficiency—now fully powered, no red sun holding him back. Shirt gone, pants yanked down, underwear following in a blur. Tim landed on the couch naked, cock hard and leaking pre-cum onto his stomach, skin flushed. Kon dropped to his knees on the floor, his pierced tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You're beautiful, Tim. Every scar, every line—I'd choose you in every lifetime.”
The first lick was electric—the cool metal barbell dragging along Tim's shaft from balls to tip, contrasting the wet heat of Kon's mouth enveloping him. Tim gasped, hips jerking involuntarily, hands flying to Kon's shoulders. “Oh god, the metal—fuck, that's intense. Kon, you're incredible.”
Kon took him deep in one go, the piercing pressing against the underside of Tim's cock as he sucked, bobbing with enthusiasm, throat relaxing to take every inch. The added texture made Tim's toes curl; every slide of that bar sent sparks up his spine, the firm ridge bumping sensitive veins. Kon hummed around him, vibrations rumbling through Tim's length like a tuning fork, drawing out moans Tim couldn't suppress. He fondled Tim's balls with one hand, rolling them gently, while the other teased Tim's entrance, a finger circling the puckered hole. Tim spread his legs wider, urging him on, knees hooking over Kon's shoulders. “More—inside, Kon. I need you everywhere.”
Kon pulled off with a wet pop, saliva stringing from his lips to Tim's cock, the piercing shining slick. He licked down, spreading Tim's cheeks with both hands, exposing him fully. His tongue—piercing and all—lapped at Tim's hole, the metal circling the rim in cool, teasing loops before the warm muscle pushed in, breaching the tight ring. The barbell added a unique pressure, firm and unyielding as Kon's tongue fucked in and out, thrusting deep. “Taste so good, Tim. Love making you feel this way.”
“Kon—fuck! Yes, just like that. Fuck—” Tim gripped the cushions, body alight, back arching as pleasure coiled tight in his gut, emotions swirling with the physical bliss.
Kon ate him out thoroughly, alternating between broad licks and pointed thrusts, the piercing scraping lightly against inner walls in a way that bordered on overwhelming. Tim's cock throbbed untouched, pre-cum dribbling down the side. When Kon finally took Tim's cock back into his mouth, combining the suction with a finger sliding into his ass—crooking to hit the prostate—it only took a few deep sucks and pumps for Tim to shatter. He came with a strangled cry, hips snapping up, spilling hot cum down Kon's throat in thick pulses. “Kon-El!”
Kon swallowed every drop, milking him dry with his tongue, then licked his lips as he rose, eyes dark with his own need. His cock stood rigid, pussy dripping onto the floor. “Ready for more? Want me inside you?”
Tim nodded, breathless, pulling Kon down for a messy kiss, tasting himself on that pierced tongue. “Fuck me. Now, please.”
Kon grabbed the lube from the side table—always prepared, a bottle within reach in every room, Tim’s idea—and slicked his cock generously, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet apartment. He coated his fingers too, working one into Tim's still-loose hole, then two, scissoring to stretch him further. Tim whimpered into Kon's mouth, rocking back onto the digits, their kisses deepening with whispered 'I love you's.
“Gonna feel so good,” Kon murmured, positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock rubbing against Tim's entrance, nudging insistently. “You're my soul, Baby. I’m gonna make you feel extraordinary.”
Tim mindlessly nodded, “Always do.”
“That’s all you, Sunshine.” He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, Tim's body yielding around the thickness, the burn morphing into pleasure as Kon bottomed out, balls pressed against Tim's ass.
Tim moaned, legs wrapping around Kon's waist, heels digging into his back. “Move—please.”
Kon paused only a moment, letting Tim adjust to the fullness, then started thrusting—deep, steady rolls of his hips that ground against Tim's prostate with each pass. The piercing clicked against Tim's skin as Kon leaned down to kiss him again, tongues tangling, the metal adding sparks to the wet slide. Tim clenched around Kon's cock deliberately, drawing a growl from deep in his chest.
“So perfect for me,” Kon breathed between kisses. “Fuck, Baby—so tight every time. You take me so well, Baby.” Kon picked up speed, pounding into Tim's ass with controlled power, the couch creaking under the force. One hand braced on the armrest, the other stroked Tim's spent cock back to hardness, thumb swiping over the slit to spread pre-cum.
Kon's pussy drenched his thighs as he continued his thrusts. He spread his legs a little wider before he reached down, fingers circling his own clit in time with his hips, chasing dual peaks.
Tim met his thrusts, nails digging into Kon's back, leaving red trails that healed almost instantly. “You're mine, Kon. Always,” He gasped. “Harder—want you to fill me up, Kon. Come inside. Please.” Tim's voice was ragged, pleasure building again.
Kon obliged, slamming in deeper, the slap of skin on skin echoing. His thrusts grew erratic, fingers working his clit faster, pussy clenching around nothing. Tim came first, untouched now except for the relentless pounding, spilling over Kon's fist with a keening moan, ass tightening like a vice. “Kon.”
The clench tipped Kon over. He buried deep, cock pulsing as he shot cum into Tim's ass in hot spurts, filling him full. His pussy spasmed in tandem, juices soaking Tim's thighs as another orgasm ripped through him. “Love you—god, I love you.”
They collapsed together, sweaty and sated, bodies tangled on the couch. Kon's piercing was cool against Tim's neck as he nuzzled in, breath evening out. “Best idea ever. Worth the drool. You're my forever, Tim.”
Tim laughed softly, tracing the barbell with his thumb, feeling the subtle weight of it. “Yeah. And maybe we can add a navel one to match. I saw you eyeing Steph’s the other day.”
Kon grinned, flexing his tongue. “Deal. As long as you do the piercing. Wouldn't have it any other way—with anyone else.”