80 for Connor Kent and Tim Drake please!
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80: “You should know better than to try to keep secrets from me.”
It was a lazy afternoon in the tower. Most of the young heroes were out with their mentors, or at school or the skate park or something like that. Who really knows what Gar does with his days.
The silence gave Kon and Tim much needed ambiance, the two had learned to take peace and quiet when it was given to them.
An afternoon watching shows on Netflix had devolved into something different, something more tender, and Tim slowly kissed a trail down Kon's neck.
"I love being here with you," Tim sighed, breath warm on Kon's skin. Kon's warm hands were tracing shapes on Tim's back, and Tim felt him trace a heart right over his spine.
Tim continued the kisses, making imaginary shapes with his lips over Kon's collarbones, feeling his boyfriend shiver underneath him. He loved to know that he was one of the few people with any power over Superboy, so strong and powerful, yet pliant under Tim's gaze, under his touch.
"Are you blushing?" Tim asked, when he noticed Kon's neck getting red. He looked up at Kon's face, for the first time in the last few minutes, and noticed his face was scrunched up, his eyes closed and jaw tense. "Oh."
Tim smiled fondly at his boyfriend, even though Kon couldn't see it, and started the kisses again, even softer this time. His fingers slipped under Kon's plain white shirt, tracing lazy shapes on his sides and teasing the bottom of his ribs.
Kon started to tremble, puffs of air leaving his nose as he cracked an eye open to take a look at Tim. The mischievous glint in Tim's eye told him enough, and he could feel the blush rising higher on his face.
"Baby," Tim's voice rumbled against Kon's collarbones, and it was enough to get a hiccupy laugh out of the other boy, "you should know better than to try to keep secrets from me.”
"Ihit-" Kon choked on a giggle, high and frantic, when Tim nibbled toothlessly at his adam's apple, "it ruhuhuins my street crehehed!"
"Really?" Tim asked, his fingers pinching up and down Kon's sides, eliciting more hiccupy laughter as the Kryptonian visibly struggled not to push Tim away. "I think you lost your street cred a long time ago, babe."
"Dihihid nohot!" Kon shrieked, his dimples forced out by the smile on his face.
"I guess I'll just have to prove it to you."
"Prohove it? What? Noho- Tihim, noho pl- AH!" Kon's shriek was shrill and loud, as he bucked his hips up to try to dislodge his boyfriend, hands still firmly on Tim's back.
Raspberries on his collarbones seemed to get him good, Tim noted, it wouldn't be long until Kon's street cred really would be in shambles.