Tim Drake x Bernard Dowd x Kon-El (Conner Kent)
Tags: Smut, T4T4C, intoxication (weed), polyamory
Notes: I cannot help but write super long fics for Kinktober. Also, I'm sorry if this isn't that great, threesomes are hard to write. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this. You can read it on Ao3 here
A voice called from the front of the penthouse, it quickly followed by the sound of steps rushing to the living room. Kon sat up blearily in bed, not knowing exactly when he fell asleep. He most likely had shut his eyes while scrolling again, and fell into a short nap. Focusing on the sounds, he tried to figure out who exactly was hunting him down in his own home. From the weight of the steps, it sounded like Bernard, but in Kon's half wake, half sleep state, he couldn't really tell. When both his boyfriend's went away for a while, they often would return with an equal, unmeasured excitement.
When the individual hadn't found him in the living room, he heard the footsteps change direction, rushing towards their shared bedroom. As they approached, Kon was able to tell that it was, in fact, Bernard coming towards him, both by focusing on who's heartbeat was closer, and the unrestrained way he was running. Tim ran with smaller, more precise steps, while Bern rushed like any normal person would. The Super sat up just in time for his boyfriend to burst the door open, a feral grin on his face, as he rushed to jump on the bed.
"KON!" The blond exclaimed, immediately tackling his boyfriend into a bear hug, pressing kisses to his face. "I missed you."
He couldn't help but smile, melting into his touch, his chest soaring as they kissed softly.
"I missed you too darling, did you have a good drive back?"
Bernard went to answer, but was interupted by a groan as their other lover, Tim, walked in.
"No, Bruce didn't let us book our own car home, so we had to listen to so much Batman rambling and planning on the way back. I really wish I never told them that you knew our secret, babe."
He groaned, following Bernard to the bed and laying a kiss on Kon's lips as well before flopping down.
The two had just come back from a week of Wayne enterprise events in New York, having to do so many presentations and meetings and lunches and banquets and galas and charity events, it was a lot to handle. All the while, at least twice during the week, members of Batman's Brood would have to fly back home by helicopter every night with Bruce to continue their patrolling duties to keep up the ruse of separate identities. It was exhausting and perhaps a bit excessive, but in the end, they were able to get it done without any suspicions raised. Tim was envying Bernard by the end of it, hating that his boyfriend was essentially getting a vacation in a nice hotel in downtown New York.
The only thing that was missing from his perfect holiday was having their other lover there.
Unfortunately for the throuple, Kon wasn't able to go along with them. Due to the fact that Tim was publicly in a relationship with Bernard, something that already had created controversy (Billionaire's could have queer kids, who knew!), he couldn't risk the media backlash by also having the Super as his lover in the limelight. It would be pushing their luck to say he not only had one boyfriend, but two. As well as that, it put risk on Kon's secret identity. There being so little proof of his existence before his creation posed as a red flag (what was there was completely fabricated), and since Superboy wasn't a masked figure, rather having a secret every day identity using the old Clark Kent glasses trick while out in public, it was just better to keep their relationship out of the public eye. That did have it's pros, like being able to go out and about easily and not have paparazzi swarm you, but it also came with cons, like not being able to tag along on a all expenses paid stay in New York with your boyfriends. Kon wanted to join them for dinner dates in Time Square and fucking on nice hotel sheets, but understood the risks and instead organized his own stay-cation. (Don't worry, Tim was already planning a redo with all that and more for the three of them next month, sans Wayne family tagging along. And besides, he was graciously sent videos of everything they did without him. Everything.)
"Yeah, Timmy wasn't too happy he didn't get to make out with me in the back of the car the whole ride home."
The blond teased as he cuddled up between his boyfriends, making Kon chuckle, both barely catching their lover's eye roll.
"More like I was upset I had to wait even longer to smoke since I can't be high around Bruce."
He grumbled, getting up to change into his comfier clothes, not put together comfy in case cameras caught them, actual comfy. Ah, so that's why he was so grumpy. Impromptu tolerance break.
That was another con of being a member of a high profile family, any and all drug use was highly frowned upon. When a photo of Tim drinking champagne at 19 hit the internet, you would have thought he killed someone on camera. The tabloids spread it like wildfire, posting everywhere like he was an uncontrollable drunk, questioning Bruce's parenting, blaming anything they could on his "descent into drug use". So, you could imagine him, as well as all his siblings, not wanting to take a risk with being caught with anything else. Which meant, unluckily for Tim and Bernard, that the two weren't able to come within a 10 feet of anything weed related for the entire week they were gone.
Kon nodded, understanding his loves plight. He had known when he started dating Tim and Bernard that they were stoners. It wasn't a pivotal part of their personalities or anything, both just liked smoking weed, and it was their right to. They both had reasons for use, whether dealing with trauma or pain or just needing a break, Kon wasn't there to judge them. Both weren't crazy with their love of the stuff, they had self control (Bernard better than Tim honestly but shhhh, don't tell him that.) but they were both smoking at least once a week.
Now, that isn't to say the Super hasn't had any experiences with getting high. It would be a great offense to him if you thought otherwise, with the whole rebellion thing he had going on. He'd dabbled with weed here and there, honestly quite enjoying his experiences, however it was something that he truly only enjoyed every once in a while. The first time he'd used it happened to be with Tim, before they were together, along with Bart. Their Robin wanted to test what their powers were like when under the influence of THC, and also, he just wanted to get high with his friends, ok? God forbid they have normal teen experiences. Anyways, they found out that, much like drinking, Bart's metabolism burned through weed to quickly for him to really feel the effects, which sucked. Kon, however, was able to get high off the edible he was given, but the effects wore off pretty quickly, and weren't as potent as with humans. His half Kryptonian biology could be thanked for that. The solution was easy, just give him more weed.
He wasn't habitual like his boyfriends with it, honestly he was similar to most people who got down with Mari, an edible every once in a while with his boys to take a load off and feel all relaxed and floaty for a few hours did the trick for him. It was nice, just getting to curl up with the two on the couch or in bed, let his mind feel soft and full of cotton, giggling together about stupid shit, just getting to melt into moments of indulgence together.
After a beat, Tim clasped his hands together.
"So, I'm gonna go smoke, anyone who wants to join is free to, and maybe we can do those things we promised in our texts later when we've come down?"
He chuckled, reminding Kon of a key difference between the three of them.
While he felt that he usually got the most out of his experience when high, there was one thing that he hadn't gotten the chance to try yet.
Don't laugh, it truly was a touchy subject for him, especially while dating two lovers who were very well versed in intermingling the two worlds. Bernard and Tim were always more than open with how they enjoyed having sex while high, the blond once accidentally referring to the activity casually as "date night".
"Hang on…" The Super had paused their conversation. “So like…a normal date for you two before we all started dating was you guys smoking weed…and then just going at each other?”
Kon asked, in an incredulous tone, doubt painting his face. Tim and Bernard had looked between each other, the blond trying his best not to crack a smile, while the other had a trained poker face.
His robin shrugged, making Kon's jaw drop. Truthfully, he wasn't judging, not really, he was just deeply intrigued.
The idea just felt so foreign to him. While he obviously understood that people got inebriated and did stuff like that all the time, he'd watched movies and heard stories from friends going to bars and taking someone home, he just couldn't comprehend the idea of it feeling that good (especially for his lovers to make a whole event out of it). In his mind, sex was about being in the moment, focused on your lover or lovers and making them feel good, and he couldn't imagine being able to live up to those abilities while under the influence. I mean, when he got high he was new born fawn levels of shakey, sometimes struggling to walk, and he couldn't fathom being able to fuck like that. He'd probably get distracted by the twirling visions behind his eyes and forget what he was doing, or his legs would give out from under him while thrusting. While he was curious about what it was like, he didn't think he would be one to actually indulge in it.
That was until about 2 weeks ago.
Tim, Bernard and himself had all gotten high by their various preferred means, tangled up in their sheets, watching some early two thousand movie his Robin had promised he'd love (it was ok, a bit slow in its plot). While he was laying their in his own foggy mind, Bern snuggled up to his chest, facing away from the screen, looking up at Kon. The Super shot him a quizzical look, gently stroking down his cheek.
He mumbled, smiling softly. Bernard blushed, looking away from him, acting all shy. Even though he was clearly high, through the hazey red Kon could've sworn his pupils had eaten up his entire iris, in a way that transcended the effects of weed.
"Nothing, just…you're really pretty. Like so pretty you make me nervous sometimes."
He admitted, giggling awkwardly. Kon's brows furrowed.
He asked, feeling a bit self conscious. He didn't want to make his boyfriend uneasy around him, that meant he wasn't comfortable. His brain was too scrambled to process these emotions properly. Tim glanced at the pair of them, smiling.
"He means that you're just so handsome that neither of us knows how to handle being around you. It's like trying to look at the sun."
Bernard nodded along with Tim's words.
"Yeah, exactly. But not just handsome, I meant what I said when I called you pretty." He hummed. After taking a second to look over his features, Bernard's face became a bit more serious, transfixed while looking at his love. He spoke in a hushed voice. "Can I kiss you? Please, sweetheart?"
Something about that ask in that voice, thickened by him choking down some smoke earlier (Kon hadn't participated in that, he liked his little gummy or brownie Tim would get for him, thank you very much.), looking at him with those glossy eyes, he couldn't deny him anything (and didn't want to). Nodding his head softly, he licked the cotton feeling from his mouth.
"Yeah, I'd…shit yeah I'd like that."
He chuckled, stumbling through his words as he watched a smile bloom on his boyfriends face. He was starting to think he understood what he meant by being nervous, if the butterflies in his stomach had anything to say about it. The blond adjusted, scooting up closer to him, cupping his face with a steady hand. Brown eyes trailed over his features once more, always glancing back down to his lips. Without much fanfare, Bernard was pulling him in for a tender kiss to his lips. His eyes shut on reflex, melting into his boyfriend.
The kiss started off slow, gentle presses of their mouths to each other, controlled movements and gentle touches of their hands finding place on each other's bodies. But, that didn't last long. Once the blond tongued at the seam of Kon's lips, it was over. They fell into a debauched rhythm of tongue and teeth, biting at each other's lips and caressing the soft skin inside each other's mouths. Their hands moved to grip and grope at flesh and muscle, neither paying attention to the noises they were making. They languidly moved to be laying on their side together, both too caught up in their lip lock to want to try and hold themselves up.
Kon was starting to understand, feeling the way that all good sensations were heightened when he was high. Those tingly sparks of desire felt deeper, almost aged, as the coursed through him in this blurry state of mind. He couldn't focus on one single thing, but that didn't matter when he was drowning in waves of good, and nice, and a want for more. His hands, shakey and uncoordinated, gripped Bernard with a strength he'd usually shy away from, a passion within him ignited in a way he never felt before, undoing all internal hindrances. His hesitations at swapping spit messily, his worries about having to keep up a facade to remain attractive, it all melted away, leaving him raw and willing. Truly lost in his own little world, he was only brought back to reality when he felt a hand tap his shoulder.
Pulling away from Bernard, a string of saliva connected the two, which usually would make Kon blush and cringe and apologize, but now, it created a soft stir within him. With no worries in his head, he was able to indulge in those base reactions, how he truly felt. He glanced over to who was trying to catch his attention, feeling Tim wrap an arm around his waist from behind (He was so caught up in his make out session with their boyfriend, he didn't even realize the other had joined them at the top of the bed.). His nimble fingers stroked light touches along Kon's abdomen, his pale blue eyes locked on Bernard's dark ones.
He asked with a chuckle, making the blond huff out a soft laugh. Breathless from their kiss, he nodded, leaning back a bit to watch.
"Not at all, especially if I get a turn with you too."
He hummed. Tim smiled wickedly and nodded, placing a finger on the half Kryptonian's jaw so they could lock eyes.
"Can I kiss you too, Kon?"
His Robin asked in a soft voice, already leaning in. His boyfriend nodded, glancing down to his lips like Bernard had done to him earlier.
"I mean…yeah man…I'm not here to play favourites."
He stuttered out, making both his lovers chuckle. God, they thought he was so cute.
With uncoordinated movements, Kon rolled over to face Tim, who, without much lead up or anticipation, immediately pulled him into a searing kiss. They didn't go in slow like him and Bernard, the Bat dizzying his boyfriend with how he instantly got things heated. He was pulling honest to god moans from the Super, making him feel warm and light and simply put, amazing. A deep want to chase this feeling, see how far it went down consumed him as he and Tim devoured each other from the inside out, gnashing at each other with sharp teeth, and soothing the bites with gentle stroke of their tongues. The simple pleasure of making out was heightened in his current state, and he was sure he was unlocking something secret within him with how much sensation his body was putting him through.
After some time, seconds, maybe minutes, probably hours, his boyfriend pulled back, a lazy smile on his face, before glancing at the other behind Kon. The super glanced behind himself to lock eyes with the blond, who was watching with a soft smile, consumed by the events unfolding in front of him. He wriggled closer to the pair, pressing soft kisses to Kon's upper body.
He asked in a gentle voice, trailing warm touches across his skin, that came alive under the layers of muscle and fat, nerves tingling in excitement. As his brain caught up, however, he processed what was being asked, needing clarification.
He asked, voice hoarse from disuse. Bernard glanced to Tim, before hugging Kon fully from behind.
"Yeah, more. I'm asking if you want to fuck, baby?"
He explained, touches still light and thought out.
And that was the question, huh? Not just being asked by his two lovers but by himself as well. Did he want to have sex? He certainly felt like he could, like he would enjoy the kissing and the touching and thrusting into one or both of them while his brain felt so light and airy and everything felt so bright and beautiful. But, he worried. What if it would be too much. What if Kon got too overwhelmed and couldn't express what was going on. What if this was the limit for him and going any further would cause him to wig out and turn them all off from wanting to try it ever again, to make his partners worry about doing anything with him while stoned in the future. As he mulled it over, he decided he wasn't in the right space to make that call right now, and gently shook his head.
"No…I…I don't want that." He muttered, looking down as he wrung his hands against his chest. He did his best the quell the feeling of nerves in his stomach, not wanting to freak out after things felt so good. "I like this, I like kissing and touching and stuff but…but I don't think I'm ready for that."
He explained, his voice cracking a bit at the end against his own wishes.
Before his brain could get itself anymore worked up, he felt Tim put a soothing hand on his chest, gently moving his chin to look at him like he had earlier.
"More than ok, sweetheart." Bernard added, pulling him closer to his chest. "We just wanna make you feel good. It's ok if you aren't ready for it. Or even if you never want it."
He said, Tim nodding along. Kon felt his chest start to loosen, that tight feeling that was just starting to bloom going away. He stared off in concentration, thinking things over for a few minutes. With a gentle nod, he let himself be consumed by both their comforting touches.
"Ok, yeah. I really like this, and I think I'm gonna want more in the future…just not right now."
He clarified, which seemed to please both of his boyfriends, even if they tried to hide it in their demeanor. They clearly didn't want to pressure him into anything, but also couldn't hide their excitement at the possibility of stoned sex with him.
"That's good with both of us, Kon." his Robin hummed. "How about we finish the movie and head off to bed, yeah?"
He asked. He thought about it for a moment.
"Maybe a bit more kissing first?"
He bargained, making both his lovers laugh. They weren't going to deny a sweet request like that.
Kon had thought about that night the entire time the other two were gone, the events swirling in his brain like a fine wine. It felt good, great honestly, and he'd started to wonder. If just kissing felt that good and intense…clearly sex would as well, right? His original hang ups were mostly quelled, though he did worry that in his inebriated state he wouldn't be able to focus on both his lovers as much. But…well…there really isn't a better way to know than to try? He's sure that even if he didn't give them exact equal attention, or if he wasn't as thorough in his ministration as when sober, that his boys wouldn't take it too personally knowing it was his first time, and would probably be able to help one another. And for his fears of freaking out or not liking it and not being able to voice that? One of his lovers was Tim Fucking Drake, his Robin. The man would notice if you changed body wash and or changed his washroom habits. He's sure he would be able to point it out. And plus, they already had an elaborate safe word system, the odds were in his favour.
The train of thought he had been riding was interupted by Bernard gently shaking his shoulder.
"Tim and I are gonna go to the roof for a smoke, do you wanna come with?"
He asked him, using that nice, warm tone as his fingers simultaneously trailed along his shoulder and holy fucking shit his boyfriend was so hot and thoughtful, both of them were. Nodding his head, Kon moved to stand with them, stopping as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah, I'd like that…but uhm…" Both men paused to look at him, the blond tipping his head to the side quizzically, while the other's eyes narrowed slightly in analysis. God, he was being read like a book. Best to get to the point. "I was thinking, y'know, about stuff. While you guys were gone I mean. And, I uh, I think I'd like to." He paused to take in a deep breath, here goes nothing. "I wanna have sex while high." There. He said it. "With you two, specifically."
The comment hung in the air for a moment, his lovers sharing looks as they took his statement in. Kon was blushing from the tops of his cheeks down to his forearms, shy, afraid of their reactions. Did he have to say that so matter of factly? God, why was he so awkward?
After a few beats, Bernard broke into a big, warm smile. And they said looking at him was like looking at the sun.
"Really? You're sure sweetheart?"
He asked, trailing down his arm to take Kon's hand. The Super nodded, feeling hot under the collar.
"Yeah. I thought about it a lot, especially after the last time we all got high together, and I've decided that I would be ok with trying it. I trust you both, and I know you guys would take it slow, and yeah, I wanna try."
His eyes glanced between the two of them, trying to gauge their reactions. Bernard seemed on board, checking to see if Kon was really ok with it, which made sense. He never forced either of them into anything they didn't want to do, but was always very supportive on their decisions, unless he thought they were stupid, in which he would voice his opinion without restraint. Since he seemed pretty openly supportive right now, it was giving the Super the impression that he was on board. Tim on the other hand…Tim was hard to read.
He had that look in his eyes, the over analyzing, trying to know anything and everything he could about the situation. But this time the situation wasn't a world stopping event, it was simply his boyfriend wanting something out of their norm (something very difficult for Bats to be normal about). After a good thirty seconds, he nodded, stepping closer to Kon.
He asked, not in his voice, no, he was speaking in Robin's voice. The voice that always called the shots around him. Involuntarily, the Super sat up straighter, eyes hardening.
"I am. I trust both of you, and my own judgment."
Tim nodded again, placing a warm palm on his love's shoulder, where Bernard's had been a few moments ago.
"Good…Now here's how things are gonna work." He said, voice still firm and confident, but loosing the edge it took on in his leading position. "While we're fucking, I need you to be as honest with us as possible, ok? We're not going to do any dom and sub stuff, but I will try to guide whatever we choose to do during." He explained, pointedly ignoring how Bernard was raising his eyebrows suggestively beside the pair. "If any of us personally want to stop, or sense that someone wants to stop but isn't voicing it, we stop, regroup, and either stop all together, or continue with caution. Does that work with both of you?" He asked, looking between them.
Bernard gave a lazy smile back.
"Of course. Kon, sweetheart, that work for you?"
With both their eyes on him now, which made something warm pool in his abdomen. He nodded a bit dazedly, already feeling that air of getting worked up, before clearing his throat at the skeptical look Tim was giving him.
"Yeah, I mean yes, that sounds good to me."
With that verbal confirmation, Tim gave a brief nod, before fully relaxing, looking like a little kid mimicking their parents over exhaustion.
"Now, can we pleaaase go fucking smoke?"
He begged, making both his boyfriends laugh.
Didn't have a problem their ass.
Within minutes they were taking the stairs to the roof. Since they lived in the penthouse on the top floor (and oh yeah…Tim owned the building.) they had private access to a rooftop patio. In a dreary place like Gotham, it wasn't really suited to be used for the expected things like suntanning or parties, but it was the perfect place for somebody in the limelight to be able to indulge without being harassed by photographers (except for that one time a news helicopter caught Tim and Kon cozying up…having to play the "we're just friends" card hurt but was unfortunately for the greater good of his reputation.) The space was set up with comfy deck chairs and useful little side tables, usually used to hold rolling trays, water bottles and a place for them to ash. The three of them had organized three of them in a row next to each other with the side tables between them. (On occasion, the would ditch them and push all three of the chairs together to make a makeshift outdoor bed.) For now, though, they got set up on their chairs, getting comfy as Bern and Tim set up.
Most of the time when Kon would come up here with them, he would sit on the end away from where the other two were smoking, just there for company to give cuddles once they were finished, relaxing while surrounded by the heavy scent. But this time, well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. When getting high to have sex…
"Do you think I could take a few hits?"
He asked, a bit shy. Bernard smiled, looking up from where he was twisting the end of the joint he had rolled.
He hummed, before taking a glance at Tim. The man was, surprisingly, the resident expert on Kryptonians. (He never explained how he knew so much on them to his boyfriends, not wanting to get into the endless files he had found on the Bat computer about Bruce's studies on Clark Kent…). The Bat seemed to think for a second as he packed his bowl.
"You should be fine to, it might wear off quicker than with your edible but it'll hit you faster…you could always double up."
He thought out loud. Kon nodded. It technically wouldn't be his first time mixing smoke and taking a gummy (thinking back to that one time when he shotgunned hits from both his boyfriends "as a joke" at a party sent shivers down his spine), so he wasn't too concerned with how he would be effected by taking a drag or two. Popping the sour candy into his mouth, he chewed and swallowed it as he sat next to Bern on his chair.
The blond made sure there was ample room for him (by being shoulder to shoulder), smiling as he took the lighter from Tim.
"I'll start it for you sweetheart, and then you can take as many hits as you like from there."
He hummed, placing the filter to his lips. Kon nodded dazedly, watching with heart eyes as his boyfriend cupped a hand over his mouth to stop the wind, and took the flame to that end of paper. It caught quickly, bathing his love's freckled skin in soft amber light. He watched the methodical way he breathed in slow, the way the smoke started to gently dance around them. Bernard took a drawn out drag, pulling the joint from his lips a few seconds later to exhale in a gentle breath. He coughed a bit, mostly to clear out his chest, before handing Kon the joint as he reached for the water bottle.
"Do you think you'll need help, Kon?"
Tim asked, just as Bernard was running a comforting hand down his back. The Super shook his head, pinching the joint softly between his pointer and thumb.
"No, I think I've got it."
The bat nodded, taking the lighter back from their lover to light his bowl. He kept an eye on Kon as he took his own hit, knowing Bernard was supervising (with an awfully fond look on his face). Without much more to do, he brought the filter to his mouth, and inhaled.
What shocked him at first was how it didn't immediately make him cough. He was expecting to instantly hack out a lung, but rather, he felt a strange fullness fill his chest. It wasn't exactly pleasant, just less uncomfortable than he was expecting. Handing the joint back to Bernard, he coughed a bit, nothing too bad, not rasps deep from within his chest that shook his whole body, just clearing out what was in there. Bernard rubbed a hand down his back, soothing him as he handed him his water bottle, which he gladly took. The blond waited until he was breathing normal again to speak.
He hummed, taking another drag himself.
Kon wanted to respond, he really did, but he was caught so off guard by how quick everything took over. Usually when he got high, the edible would slowly creep its way into his system, something that would climb slowly before hitting him all at once. This was the opposite. A smack in the face at how quickly he got high. His ears felt muffled, head becoming full of cotton, eyes drooping. He tried to focus in on his surroundings, but was struggling. Luckily, he was brought back down by Tim laughing, his eyes a familiar hazey red.
He chuckled, making Bernard smile. The blond cuddled up to him slowly, still puffing on his joint.
"Does it feel good baby?"
The pressure on his side was nice, grounding. He wanted more. But he had to answer him first, right?
"Yeah, good. Just happened fast." He mumbled, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend. The two both hummed in agreement, as Kon let his head fall on Bern's shoulder, feeling like he was moving for a thousand years in just a few seconds. Everything just felt so big and loud and so much at once, but he could feel the edges start to fade a bit, evening out to that high he was used to. "Can I have another?" He asked softly.
The three took their time getting high, chatting about their time apart, catching up on things. It was mostly Tim and Bernard who spoke, Kon just nodding, forcing himself to listen intently. If his boyfriends noticed how overly focused he was, they didn't say anything. They were all stoned, juries out on what's "normal behaviour". Bern had allowed him three drags of the joint, not wanting him too get too high once his edible hit. The blond had also, at some point, dragged himself onto his lap, laying across his chest as they all conversed.
Everything started to set in for Kon slowly, that they were really doing this. That he was here, having just smoked a joint, and was about to have sex with his two amazing boyfriends after a week apart. It was overwhelming in the best way, his scattered thoughts always landing back on Bernard and Tim and how wonderful they are and how good he wanted to make them feel and how amazing he knew they would make him feel and holy shit was he getting hard? Sensation was a bit strange when stoned like this, but he could feel an ever growing pressure in the base of his abdomen, and a tightness starting to form in his pants.
Blushing, he tried to shift the position Bernard and him were in to hide his ever growing problem, not wanting to rush anything. They hadn't discussed anything in terms of what they would do sexually beyond the base rules Tim had made, and the last thing he wanted to do was make his boyfriend feel awkward, or worse, unwillingly responsible for what was happening in his boxers. As he tried to maneuver the blond away from his pelvis, a soft hand came to his, stopping him in his tracks. He glanced up, dark brown eyes meeting his.
"It's ok." The blond mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to Kon's cheek. "Don't be shy."
Bernard did the opposite of what his boyfriend was trying to do, shifting his hips down lower and lower while maintaining eye contact with the Super.
He mumbled, lips ghosting above his. Kon took a second to think, really think, focus through the fog that had taken over his brain. It was alright, more than, actually. It felt familiar and foreign all at once, a routine with a different outline. The hazy tingles of sensation running through him, new and welcoming, as his hands found their usual spots on the blond's hips. He nodded, helping guide Bernard down onto his lap until both their needy parts were pressed together, only fabric separating them.
Kon slurred. As soon as the words left his lips, their mouths were pressed together.
Easily, the fell into a gentle grind as they made out, Bernard moving his hips back and forth along the bulge in his love's pants, while the Super's hips would periodically thrust upwards towards his warmth. Their movements weren't erratic or desperate, just a gentle grind against each other. Kon was already starting to loose himself to it. Just as he suspected, it felt incredible, every touch carried more weight, a deeper sensation that bloomed from within himself. It felt like he was having sex for the first time, feeling sensitive and raw. His brain felt like it was leaking out of his ears as Bernard kissed down his neck, whispering sweet nothings he could barely comprehend to him. Their movements were drawn out, languid and almost sleazy in how they melted into one another. It felt like hot wax dripping through their bodies, pooling in the deepest parts of their tummies. Kon was truly so fucking gone, and not just because of the weed. He wanted to be consumed by the sensation, let it swallow him whole. His cock had rapidly gotten itself to full mast through their ministrations, making his head dizzy with arousal.
Feeling the appendage reach a new level of firmness between them, Bernard started moving with a bit more fervor, smiling against his boyfriend's skin as he humped his hips in earnest. He thrust his cunt forward and back against Kon's dick, slowly pulling away to pant against his lips. His lover gasped, head thrown back against the lounge chair, soft sounds ringing out as he went limp. With his brain flying high in the clouds, he didn't care to try and keep anything in, every movement making him whine and whimper in appreciation.
"Oh my god, darling. God damn."
He breathed, his voice thick with smoke and that Midwestern drawl he'd caught from spending time with the Kents. Bernard chuckled softly, breathless as he continued his movements.
He hummed, leaning down to trail small nips across his upper chest, dull and tingly in his current state. Words were lost on the Super, but his small sounds and nod of his head were enough to get the message across.
Everything was just so much, so all encompassing and ever present. Kon could smell the lingering weed on both their breaths, the smoke having dissipated but still clinging to their skin and clothes. He felt hypnotized, surrounded by scent and sensation and the faint taste of Bernard still on his lips. One of his hands moved from the blond's hips and guided his mouth back to his, immediately exploring inside with his tongue. Both their pretty noises were muffled by the lip lock, but that didn't deter either of them from continuing the sounds of enjoyment, breathing them into each other's mouths. Kon helped move his lovers hips against him, deepening the grind of his humps forward.
He wanted them both to feel good, wanting to earn the desperate noises he was making. Guiding Bernard to drag against him slower, making sure to catch his cock on ridges that would make the blond groan, jacking his hips upwards to press the length of him into that heat. The sounds and jerky movements he earned in return for his efforts sent trills of satisfaction down his spine. He was returning what he was being given, making his boyfriend feel as good as he was. The desperation between them was mounting, wanting to shed layers and actually feel himself surrounded by his slick walls. It was hard to believe that something could feel even better than this, but he was more than excited to be proven wrong.
They were both so lost in the haze of pleasure they were sharing, that both were caught off guard by Tim clearing his throat next to them. Kon jumped back a bit, head hitting the soft cushion of the chair in his surprise, whereas Bernard pulled away slowly, sitting up with a vaguely bashful look on his face (it was mostly pride, but he at least tried to look remorseful at getting carried away). The Bat was looking between them, clear blue eyes, usually icy and striking, were devoured by black pupils. That, coupled with the redness taking over the whites of them, for some reason, sent another shot of excitement down Kon's pelvis and fuck, ok, he was really starting to get the appeal.
"As much as I'd love to sit here and watch where this will go naturally, I really think it's in our best interest to head inside."
He hummed, shifting a bit in his seat. Both of the boys had a faint blush on their cheeks from getting so carried away, but nodded in agreement with their lover. As Kon's brain was finally starting to catch up, he realized that Tim had already cleaned up and put everything away, ready to go. Ah bats and their quick planning for smooth exits. He kept the small chuckle bubbling in his throat to himself.
As Bernard stood up off his lap, he glanced down to the Super's crotch, the blush on his cheeks blooming even further.
"What?" Kon asked on impulse, looking down. Even in the faint light of Gotham's dusk, he could make out a sizable wet patch on his pants, sending a shocked laugh tumbling from his lips. "Shit, darling, I didn't realize I got you that worked up."
He chuckled, looking up at Bernard with the biggest heart eyes. Just seeing that made his dick feel impossibly harder. His boyfriend smiled shyly, adjusting his pants and boxers. The wetness was probably making them cling to his skin uncomfortably.
"I…Listen. I missed you, and it's been a while since we've done anything high…"
He breathed, holding out a hand to help Kon up. The super stood with a soft smile, adjusting his pants as well.
"No need to try and justify anything to me, gorgeous. I'm just surprised I can still get you going like that."
He hummed, pressing a needlessly sloppy kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. He wasn't fully aware of himself at the moment. Bernard chuckled, gently shoving him before taking his hand as they walked together after Tim.
"Please, you could get me this wet by reading the phone book."
He hummed, having no care for how that comment made Kon fucking blush. Just as he was about to respond, the Bat in front of them turned around, calling to them.
"C'mon, let's get moving."
He urged. The Super was ready to give his Robin a snarky comment back, but seeing how he was walking, and realizing that he had just watched his boyfriends make out and dry hump each other in front of him, he probably had a very good reason to be rushing them.
Back inside, the three b-lined it to their shared bedroom, giggling as they made their way there. Maybe it was because they were stoned, maybe it was because they were giddy, but something about the events of the evening was making everything needlessly funny. As they passed the threshold into the bedroom, however, the soft giggles fell on each of their tongues, something about the change of location sparking more of that desire between them. Kon wanted to make a comment about how they were all communicating telepathically somehow, but he was more than sure that was just the drugs talking. No matter, it didn't take a mind reader to know exactly where this was going. Falling into bed together, Tim making it first, followed by Bernard, then finally Kon, the bat immediately pulled their civilian boyfriend into a steamy kiss, wanting to catch up on what he'd missed out on on the roof.
And fuck, the Super understood now why Tim had made no moves to stop them.
It was hypnotic, watching two people he was deeply attracted to make out with no concern for the eyes on them. He'd always found it hot when sober, but now? High out of his mind? It was like watching art come to life. In his mind, he was watching the most erotic display in the world, being barely able to contain his lust. Part of him wanted to reach down and palm his aching cock, but he held back, wanting to savour this moment, and only allow his lover's to help him reach climax.
After a minute or two, Tim pulled away from Bernard's lips, soothing him as he tried to follow, wiping his spit from his love's face. He smiled to the blond, kissing his cheek before facing Kon.
He spoke breathlessly. Even though he wasn't domming right now, according to his own rules, both his boyfriends weren't able to deny their desires to follow every single command this man made, and so, he did, crawling across the sheets to tangle with them on the bed. Something about all this made him feel more susceptible to their wants, obeying any prompts they'd give. Perhaps if they got more comfortable with the idea of fucking while high, maybe his boyfriends would be more open to using their dynamics.
Tim ran a steady hand through Kon's curls, cupping his face. He seemed more eager to cut to the chase, his own brain too scrambled to put in the thought and finesse that usually coated his sentences.
"Can I tell you what I wanna do, and you two let me know if it's alright?" He asked, and while Kon wanted to just melt at how good having his hair played with with felt, he chose to nod at the question instead, Bernard humming a sound of agreement as he wrapped himself around the bat's unoccupied arm. "Ok. Kon, I want you to fuck me." He said plainly, making another heat of blush bloom across his face. "And Bern, I wanna suck you off. Would that work with both of you?"
The matter of factly way he was speaking was, surprisingly, sending needy waves down into Kon's cock. You couldn't blame the weed for that, he was always turned on by Tim's firmness. He nodded dazedly, honestly glad they weren't trying to be overtly sexy right now. The direct requests were making it easier for his brain. (He wondered if maybe this was how Tim was when it was just him and Bernard, when they'd have their "date nights", since the blond seemed equally responsive to it. That was a question for when they were done, if he remembered it that is.)
"How would you wanna…I mean, I'm assuming you mean at the same time?" Kon started, his thoughts in shambles. It seemed his edible hit by the time they had made it back down there. "What position are we doing this in?"
He asked, also taking the direct approach. Tim didn't even need to think about it (almost like he had this planned out before…interesting).
"Take me from behind while I'm between Bern's legs, if that's what you guy's would like."
Fuck, that sounded hot. Kon nodded, still struggling with words with how loose his brain felt in his head. Bernard giggled, cupping the Bat's cheek.
"Always so thoughtful, baby. I'd love that."
He hummed. That comment earned them both the very rare blush that would take over Tim's face from time to time, him looking around awkwardly, clearing his throat.
"Well, we probably don't need clothes."
Smooth, real fucking smooth.
But everyone was in agreement to that, despite how clunky it came out of Tim's mouth. Instead of tangling themselves in limbs, they somewhat worked on one person at a time. Bernard came and started unbuttoning the half Kryptonian's button up while his lips trailed along his skin. Meanwhile, Tim was working on untying the bow in his sweat pants, nimble fingers trailing along the now damp patch the blond had left behind. Both of their actions sent shiver's down Kon's spine, the sensation just so nice. He was getting used to how big everything felt, following how things would bloom through his skin.
Once he was stripped down to his boxers, it was Bernard's turn. Kon popped the button on his cargo short and unzipped the fly, kissing the warm skin of his belly. But, due to the weed making him impatient and clumsy, he mistakenly pulled down both his shorts and underwear. Cringing at his actions, he tried to separate the two items to pull his boxers back up, but Bernard stopped him in his tracks with a giggle.
"You're good sweetheart, they were gonna come off anyways." He chuckled. "I know you just wanna see me naked so bad."
Kon was essentially a walking tomato at this point, but he chuckled along. It wasn't taken as an attempt to rush, which he was thankful for. On the top half, Tim had shed the blond's oversized sweater and undershirt, revealing his bare chest. The Super was a bit caught off guard to see no binder underneath the layers, but then again, he probably didn't want to wear it during a long car ride, or might've ditched it when he got home. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he wasn't going to complain about his hot ass naked boyfriend looking so fucking handsome before him.
Last but not least, was Tim. There wasn't much fanfare with layers or complications with buttons like his partners, since he had changed to a tank top and basketball shorts before they went to smoke. Kon easily pulled the black wife beater off, pressing sloppy kisses along his love's collar bones. Hands caressed his warm skin, thumbs following the grooves of the scars under his pecs. That sent a shiver up the dark haired man's spine, goosebumps alight on his skin. Kon wanted to press kisses to them, following them with his tongue, show him how much he adored the raised edges, but held back, watching intently as Bernard removed his shorts, briefly cupping his love's clothed mound, before also pulling off his boxer so they'd match, both completely nude before their lover.
What a fucking sight for sore eyes.
As he tried to just take them both in, both so handsome and mesmerizing, Bernard brought his thoughts back to reality again by snapping the bad of his boxers against his skin.
"Yeah, these have got to go."
He hummed, Tim chuckling as he joined in at trying to pull them off.
"It's not fair for you to ogle us and hide the goods, baby."
Kon chuckled, unable to stay serious with mush for brains like this.
"Hang on, let me make it up to you two."
He bargained, sitting up on his knees, trying his best to keep his balance. Keeping his eyes locked on his boxers, too nervous to look at the men in front of him, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, and slowly peeled them from his skin, pushing them down. With the languid movements he was making, his cock sprung itself free at the last moment, bouncing up to greet his two boyfriends.
Fuck, for them, looking at it would never get old.
Having 50% of your genetic material be from an alien was more than likely to have some differences. Due to him sharing half his DNA with a Kryptonian, Kon's cock happened to lean on the side of inhuman. His genitals weren't too out of the norm, all things considered. Everything was essentially the same to the human penile structure, testes, shaft, glands, familiar internal organs. The only real differences were in shape. The underneath of his dick had a prominent, bumpy ridge that filled out his scrotum, and resulted in there being a built in texture to his appendage. Evenly spaced swells of firm erectile tissue trailing up his cock, all the way to the head. There was the other major difference. Spaced evenly around his tip were grooves that segmented Kon's cock head into four even parts. They looked like scars, healed cuts that divided the the skin. Kon was sure that if he was fully Kryptonian, they must serve some sort of purpose, or allow for an ability he did not have, but since he was decidedly not asking Clark about them, they were a mystery for another day.
Kon had always had the expectation that people would be off put by the fact his cock wasn't exactly human, but luckily for him, he lucked out in mainly only fucking with people that loved what he had going on between his legs. Namely, his current two boyfriends, who at one point, referred to it as a built in alien toy (unsurprisingly, it was Tim who came up with that one.) As much as he got a bit shy while being objectified so sweetly by his lovers, it always was made up for during times like these, where the two of them would gaze upon him with barely contained lust.
"Tim, I need to thank you again for maning up and asking this guy out."
Bernard smiled, making both his boyfriends laugh.
"'This guy has been you boyfriend for 2 years babe."
Kon retorted. Tim rolled his eyes, ignoring the bickering. He knew it was hard for them to stay on task when you're stoned.
"Boys, could we please keep this until after we've fucked?"
He pleaded. Everyone could agree on that.
Getting up on his knees as well, Tim wrapped his arms around Kon's neck to pull him into a kiss, finally locking their lips together for the first time that evening. Since they were already warmed up, he didn't bother keeping things neat and gentle, both of their tongues immediately finding each others in the warm, wet, expanses of their mouths. Kon's Robin leaned back onto the bed, dragging him down with him to pull him on top, all while still lip locked with one another. In his current state, it felt like Kon was flying, body having an imperfect equilibrium as he was dragged down to the bed. He barely came to in time to catch himself before throwing his entire body weight onto his boyfriend, placing hands on either side of his Robin before lowering himself onto him.
Hands tangled themselves into loose curls, palms petting heavy down his torso, a pair seeming to come out of no where, yet their comforting warmth silenced a nag in Kon's mind that he was forgetting something. He felt at peace, almost tranquil, as he switched between fiercely kissing both of his lovers, and watching them interlock with one another. Before he could revel in the calmness for too long, however, Tim was pushing at his shoulder, urging him to get up.
"Bernard, lay down so I can get between your legs. Kon, you know what to do"
He breathed. That command to both of them made his cock twitch, reminding him where it lay heavy against his love's thigh. He wasn't being asked, he was being told, which made his pelvic nerves come alive. He nodded, pushing himself up with a groan, having to close his eyes to stop the room from spinning. All this moving while so stoned was taking a toll on him.
He opened them in shock for a moment as he and Bernard shared a soft kiss, before shutting them once more. It was clear they wouldn't be able to reach each other for a bit with what they were being organized to do. If this was planned out like he suspected, Tim probably had it set up in his mind so they'd all be able to indulge in each other, so they didn't need to worry too much. They separated shortly thereafter, Bernard crawling to the top of the bed, laying himself down in an salacious display, spreading his thighs apart as erotically as possible, putting on a show for his lovers. No longer obstructed by his thick thighs, both of them could see his cock, standing firm at attention, absolutely soaked with the slick of his cunt. It weeped openly, definitely leaking down his ass to stain their sheets, but nobody was really in the right mind to care about putting down a towel right now. The whole display made Kon's breath catch in his throat, mouth watering.
"Shit." Tim breathed. "I almost want to throw my whole plan out just to grind against you."
He groaned, pressing his lips to Bernard neck. The blond chuckled, scratching at the grown out fade. (Ah-ha! There was a plan!)
"The nights still young."
He hummed, kissing his cheek before looking to Kon with a smirk. The Super's cock twitched for the umpteenth time, fully entranced by his partners.
Tim spared a glance back at him and chuckled, turning back to Bern. He slowly started kissing down the freckled skin of their shared lover, nipping at certain soft spots he knew would drive him wild and leave him panting. His upper chest, just under his left pec, that squishy part in the middle of his ribs. It was intoxicating to watch. Moving lower, he got himself onto all fours in between his love's legs, positioning himself to be able to dive into him. As he dragged his teeth along the pouch of stomach, nosing at the blond treasure trail, he addressed the man behind him.
"Are you going to stare the entire time? Or are you going to fuck me, Kon El?"
He punctuated the sentence by spreading himself out further, legs parting and back arching to put his cock and holes on display for him. And shit, that made him dizzier than the weed. These two were going to fucking kill him, he swears. He needlessly nodded, shuffling closer to be right behind him, his dick bumping into Tim's ass due to his inattention. (I mean, it was hard to focus when two handsome men who happened to be your boyfriends were spread out in your bed.)
Kon took himself in his hand, steadying his cock as he dragged his tip through Tim's warmth. The man shuddered, pausing the kisses he was laying to the pudgy skin above Bernard's cock to let out a shakey breath. The Super repeated the action a few more time, stroking his hand from the head down to his balls to coat it in his lover's wetness, trying his best to not get lost in that heady sensation. His gaze flickered from the opening he was positioned in front of, up to where Tim was about to burry himself face first into Bernard. He positioned himself right outside the man's entrance. With one more stroke down his slit, making their cocks kiss, he slowly pushed his tip into the Bat's warmth, watching as Bernard threw his head back as the motion pushed Tim onto him.
The heat was all consuming, hot, pulsing and wet. Usually, Kon would use more restraint when thrusting into his lovers, but his head was too light to focus, too eager to keep from following that tingly pressure the action was forming in his gut. He pushed his cock in to the hilt, groaning as his boyfriend's ass hit his abs. Tim's own noises were muffled from where he had locked his lips around the blond's cock, urging pleased sounds from him. Just, god, already this was all too much. All consuming, he felt he was being eaten alive, like these growing sparks of something good, something great, surging up from his cock and bouncing all around his nervous system were going to fry his brain. The heightened sensation, the dizzying pleasure, the way he had the perfect view of both his boyfriends getting off, it was all too much.
"Fuck I'm not gonna last."
He said without thinking, making Tim laugh with his mouth full. He replaced his lips with two fingers, not letting Bern off the hook for a second.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Just do what feels good."
He breathed, moving his hips a bit to create friction between them.
Shit, yeah, he could do that.
Pulling his hips back, he waited until his love had his other boyfriend's cock in his mouth again before thrusting back in, creating a cycle of soft sounds of pleasure. Every time he fucked into Tim, the other would be pushed further onto Bernard's cock, sucking him deeper into his mouth, creating a chain of sensation between all three of them. It was intoxicating, the way that every spike to his nerve endings would rush through him, feeling every thrust in his toes, his fingers, his head somehow feeling even lighter. That tight heat surrounding his cock was making him loose his mind. He couldn't force himself to focus, fucking forward again and again, gripping Tim's hips in a bruising hold he'd never dare to use while sober. His mind couldn't focus on everything at once, on fucking his love in earnest to make them both feel amazing, and making sure he was keeping that strength fully in check. Tim didn't seem to mind though, bouncing his ass back onto him with each thrust.
He opened his eyes, not knowing when he closed them, to watch the two men before him for a moment. He didn't realize how much Bernard's pretty moans had essentially become background noise for him, sending more shots of pleasure through him without him noticing. His hand an arm over his eyes, back arched towards the man between them, lips bitten raw as he whimpered softly.
He shouted, unoccupied hand buried in his hair to keep him pinned against his pussy. His hips were bouncing up into his mouth, chasing the pleasure his boyfriend was giving him. The dark haired boy seemed to be sucking the soul out of him, exaggeratedly slurping his dick, pulling back to lick at the sensitive head, crooking fingers deep inside him. If what he was feeling himself was out of this world, Kon couldn't imagine what that duel stimulation was doing. (Perhaps that was something for another time, getting strapped while stoned was a nice fantasy to look forward to.)
He kept up the pace of his movements, opening his legs wider to thrust as much as he could into Tim, his balls slapping against his cock, creating a lewd applause to add to the scene's soundtrack. Every impact made the man jolt forward a bit, creating punched out sounds that vibrated onto Bernard's cock, driving him impossibly more insane. It felt so good, the hazey, heady pleasure taking over his mind like a dream, an all too pleasant dream he never wanted to wake from. He could barely tune in to his own sounds, desperate "ah"'s and "oh fuck"'s passing his lips without a second thought. There was no control, no thought to keep composure. He felt good, really good, and was desperate to chase that feeling all the way down.
It seemed though, however, that that end would reach him much quicker than he was hoping. As Tim's cunt starting squeezing the life out of him, choking his cock with a vice like grip, he could already feel that pleasure build and build inside him, those low dips followed by intense, tingly pressure. He was willing to blame it on the week away from one another and the effects of the drug but…he could also be honest and say that he was never able to last all that long when with his boys, his body too excited to get to fuck such handsome men. He tried to slow his thrusts a bit, but that earned him a muffled whine, and Tim starting to double his efforts to fuck himself on him.
"Shit, wait! Oh fuck, Tim! You can't, I'm gonna-"
He tried to slow him down, hold his hips in place and stop him, but even super strength couldn't stop a Bat on a mission. Tim pulled off of Bernard briefly, mouth still covered in slick and spit, and looked over his shoulder to Kon, eyes red and foggy.
"No, please! Cum in me Kon, I need it! Please baby, it's ok! I need it, need you!"
He practically whined, practically begged, knowing how it would effected his boyfriend, encouraging him to keep going. The Super could barely see where Tim was struggling to keep rubbing Bern's cock, the blond taking over for him as he cupped his face.
"Are you gonna finish too baby? Want Kon's hot cum to push you over the edge?"
He asked in that sweet tone and fuck ok, yeah he was not gonna last. With how his cock was being squished in that tight cunt, it begging to milk him dry, he couldn't stop himself. Falling back into the pace, feeling the eyes on him, he felt the plunge deep in his stomach, the way his balls tightened up, before he was fucking himself through his orgasm.
An intense wave took over him, his genitals feeling like something impossibly large was building inside them. That feeling grew and grew and grew until it exploded into a burst of pure hot pleasure wracking through him. Kon had never felt something so immense, spurting out shots of cum as these true waves of tingles took over him. He felt dizzy and lightheaded and used, so fucking used, his eyes squeezing shut as he tipped his head back. Almost stopping his movements with how powerful his climax felt, the Super forced himself to focus as he kept moving inside his lover.
Groaning lowly, he continued his thrusts as Tim somehow tighten even more around him, before that pulsing release followed, the Bat burying a face into Bernard's thigh as he whined. Kon could feel every pulse of his orgasm paint the inside of his love's pussy into a gooey mess of his spend and the man's slick and cum. It was warm and strangely kind of nice, comforting in an odd way. He pumped his hips a few more times, making sure to ride out both their orgasms until they reached that soft overstimulation, before he slumped down over his back, pressing kisses to the sweaty nape of his neck.
The two of them laid together like that for a number of minutes, their lover gently playing with their hair as they both came down from their intense climaxes. As their bodies started to regain the ability to move, Kon slowly pulled out of Tim, moving to roll next to him on the bed (He was so glad they got themselves an Alaskan King despite Tim's protests of not wanting to be like Bruce, the extra room was lovely). As he stared up at the ceiling, a certain head of blond hair came into his vision, being back lit making him look like and angel. Brown eyes framed by a wash of red looked at him so tenderly, so sweetly concerned.
He asked, a chuckle clear in his voice. Kon smiled, nodding.
"Yeah...that was just, a lot." After a beat, a realization dawned on him. "Wait, you didn't get to cum, did you?"
He frowned, trying to sit up despite how foggy his brain felt. He was blocked from being able to, a pale hand placing itself on his chest. Tim moved from where he had been folded on all fours, shushing him.
Bernard promised, but Tim also shook his head towards him too.
"Don't say that like we're gonna leave you hanging."
Tim leaned over Kon for a moment to press a few soft kisses to his lips, thanking him silently for getting him off. The Super melted into them, groaning as he was able to taste their other lover on his lips. Everything they had been doing that evening felt so debauched and pornographic and he was so happy to just be involved. The Bat then switched to kissing Bernard, pulling him in by the waist so he wouldn't feel left out for a second. Kon could imagine how he was feeling, still with an aching firmness between his legs, begging to be dealt with. Once the two separated, looking at each other with dopey smiles, he decided to speak up.
"So, since we still have someone to get off, and I'm sure we haven't gotten everything out of our systems yet, what was the other parts of your plan, Tim?"
The question made a soft blush bloom across his cheeks, him looking away from the two. Oh hoh, this aught to be good. If Tim was getting shy, it usually meant he was going to ask for something a bit out there.
"I mean, I was mostly thinking with my dick when I thought of it, so like, we don't have to actually follow the plan or anything. I honestly would be fine stopping here and we can just get Bern off however he likes but-"
He was interupted by Bernard putting a gentle hand on his, offering him a sweet smile.
"Just tell us what you were thinking, baby."
He breathed. Tim nodded, dazedly. Clearing his throat, he spoke again.
"Right, so, I was thinking…you remember that stupid shirt Bart bought me?" He asked, the clothing article immediately coming to mind. A black shirt that said "Two Seater" with arrows pointing up and down. He chuckled, nodding while still laying flat on the bed. "I was thinking we could…y'know, do that with you?"
He shyly asked. With his brain slowed, it took Kon a moment to process what he was implying, but after a moment of thinking, he burst into laughter, Bernard joining him.
"Tim, babe, handsome, did you get horny thinking about sitting on my face because of a T-SHIRT?!"
He asked, incredulous. He was too high to keep a poker face, honestly sober him would probably giggle too. The blush on his boyfriend's cheeks bloomed into a raging display, the man looking away from him again.
"Never mind, you ruined it, I don't want to anymore."
He sighed. His boyfriends were quick to comfort him, still a bit giggly.
"Hey, no, we didn't mean it like that. Honestly, it sounds like a really good idea." Bernard comforted, nudging the Super with his foot. "Right, Kon?"
Their lover nodded, holding one of Tim's hands.
"Oh definitely, I'm sure you've both been dying to try out this ride."
He winked. Bernard snickered.
"Oh believe me, when we were away, he wouldn't even let me put a pinkie inside of him, telling me he was detoxing from weed and your cock. No wonder he came so f-"
His sentence was cut off by Tim hitting him with a pillow.
After a brief wrestle between the two that ended with them making out again (like the feral gremlins they were), it was settled that they would continue the plan that their lover had come up with while horny. Kon had had enough time to start to chub up again after his come down, and while not fully erect yet, he was sure it wasn't going to take him long to get there if his boyfriends had anything to say about it. As he positioned himself to be laying flat on the bed, Tim got an awkward look on his face, shifting from side to side uncomfortably. Obviously, Kon caught on to something being wrong with his lover.
"What's up, not feeling this fantasy?"
He asked, startling him out of his worrying. The man shook his head, giving a bashful smile.
"No, its not that…its just…I still have your cum in me." He admitted. "And I was wondering if I should go clean it out before we…y'know."
Oh, that. Kon felt another wave of tightening lust deep in his stomach at what he was implying. But Tim's expression showed that he needed to be assured, hi blown out pupils were looking around trying to land on something other than his boyfriend. This was the one drawback to Tim smoking, it having a tendency to make his anxiety spike. Luckily, he could usually be calmed by some reassurance. Kon reached a hand to hold his, running his thumbs over his knuckles.
"I don't think you have to…actually, I don't want you to." He comforted. "I mean, I've never been against snowballing."
He teased, making Tim blush all over again.
"Technically it would be felching."
Bernard, helpfully, added from beside the bed, crawling back to them with a bottle of lube in hand. That comment did nothing to stop the burning in the bat's cheeks.
God, it was so hard not to laugh at your team leader being a blushing mess while high.
Bernard found himself between Kon's legs, replacing the tackiness left by the mixture of both his and Tim's releases with a fresh, thick coating of lube (atrophy be damned, he wanted to enjoy this). The Super's head tipped back as he cursed, oversensitivity taking over. He hadn't realized how tender his nerve endings still were, or maybe the weed was extrapolating that problem. Either way, his cock came alight with hot sparks of half numb half tingly pleasure. The blond ended up using what was left on his hands to slick himself up as well, before straddling the Super's hips, hand gripping his semi and positioning it at his entrance. There was no need to take things slow, especially when he was still so desperate to cum.
As he got himself situated, Tim threw a leg over Kon's head to face the blond, hovering himself above his lover. The view was amazing, a front seat ticket to seeing his love's stretched out cunt, dripping with cum and slick, his dick red and hard and aching to be touched and loved on. He was desperate for him to take a seat, realizing in the moment just how amazing this idea was. His thoughts were interupted by his lover's voice.
"You have to tell us if either of us are hurting you. If you need me or Bernard to get off, you'll tap on my thigh three time, ok?"
He breathed, shuddering as he felt Kon's pant breaths on his pussy.
"Of course, now please can we-nGH!"
Kon was caught off guard by his lover pushing his half firm erection into him, sighing in delight as he felt it twitch inside him. Tim took that as his cue, taking his seat as well.
It was immediately overwhelming, his senses all turned up to one hundred. He couldn't focus on either of his partners, his taste buds overtaken by Tim's cunt, while his cock was sending overstimulated shocks through him from inside of Bernard. It was too much in the best way, so dirty and so right. Barely giving himself a beat to adjust, he got to work, mouth attaching itself to the man above him's pussy. His hands immediately found Tim's hips again, fingers digging in to the bruises he left earlier, holding him exactly where he wanted him as he ate him out. His tongue delved into his hole, lapping greedily as he extracted the mixture of their releases. The fluttering of his cunt, pulses of appreciation, helped push out what was buried deep within him, supplying Kon with what felt like an never ending trickle of slick filth.
As he worked, punched out moans were drawn from him as Bernard started bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him in earnest. The drawn out movements quickly got him from half hard, to fully erect inside of him, something he knew the blond liked. He'd described to him once, that feeling of something going from soft and squishy and malleable inside you to firm and full, hot and heavy, and yeah, he kinda understood why he'd put it in early. The underside ridges of his dick caught on his opening deliciously, forcing all sorts of pretty noises from the blond.
"Shit Kon! You're so fucking big!"
He groaned, adding a slow grind down onto him when his bounces bottomed out.
And holy shit it was good, so heady and hazey, not knowing exactly where certain arousing feelings were coming from, just knowing it felt nice, and wanting to chase that pleasure. He realized he needed to return that, return what felt good to him. His hips started canting upwards, thrusting up into Bern, being gratified by soft sounds he could barely hear. Moving his mouth from Tim's cunt to his dick, licking and sucking on the cocklet in earnest, revelling in the delightful pressure his head received as he shut his thighs around him in shock.
Even with his senses so discombobulated, he tried to figure of what was happening above him. Hearing muffled by Tim's thighs, he could barely make out the wet sounds of his lovers kissing on top of him, creating some sort of backwards Eiffel Tower (Kon's new favourite place to be). That, coupled with the fingers he could randomly feel prodding near his cock, most likely there as Tim played with Bernard's, he figured they were taking care of the things he was too indisposed to. In the future, when they definitely did this again, they would need to record what was happening so Kon wouldn't have to imagine how beautiful they looked.
Due to how far Tim had gotten Bernard along before he took Kon to the hilt, the blond was quickly loosing steam, cunt clenching down on the cock inside him with passionate fervor. His sounds became more rung out, whines stretching on and gentle pleases firing off his tongue without a second thought. The Super couldn't do too much from where he was below them, but he did his best. Planting his feet into the mattress, he repeatedly arched and dulled his spine to thrust up into his boyfriend with spurred on passion. He felt like a bull trying to buck someone off, feeling his balls slap into the man's ass despite gravity trying to keep them down between his legs. With a few more of those powerful fucks up into him, Bernard coming down to meet him every time, he finally felt him clench down hard, walls hugging his dick so tightly, never wanting to let go, before becoming lax with a throbbing orgasm.
But it seemed even despite what was definitely a powerful climax, none of them were ready to end this affair. The blond kept moving despite himself, kept Kon buried all the way inside his guts as his orgasm dissipated, leaving behind overwhelming pleasure. Bernard always like that, keeping himself going even though he just came down from a high. He was more erratic on his boyfriends cock, sending shocks of harsh pleasure through the super that he knew he wasn't going to be able to keep up with soon. Well, he was going to get off quick, he might as well do it with company.
Lips wrapped tightly around Tim, he moved and down along his cock, mouthing at the bud of nerves with as much passion he could muster while under him and trying to thrust up into a cunt at the same time (It was a good thing he was skilled in multi tasking). His tongue traced the cock head peaking out from the fold of skin that surrounded the shaft, paying close attention to its sensitive underside. He didn't just want to make Tim cum, he wanted to break that talented brain, render it useless.
The same went for Bernard, always so sweet and caring to him, he wanted to show his appreciation, showed how much he cared. He kept up his movement, thrusting up into that used, slick heat, listening to the pretty song flying from his lips, both their lips. The begging for more despite his overstimulated nerves begging for the opposite. He was purposely clenching around the man, begging above him to cum deep inside him, fill him with his love.
Despite what Kon had expected, it's actually Tim who reaches his climax next. His hips rutting down, practically riding the Super's face as he sucks on his cocklet so sweetly. When he started thrusting himself into his mouth with such desperation, Kon knew it was the beginning of the end for him. He sucked harder, holding him tightly in his mouth as he lapped on his swollen head, urging him to climax. And as much as Tim loves to give orders, he's also pretty good at following them too. Head tipped back in a drawn out moan, he came on his boyfriend's face, whining so beautifully as he slowly dragged through the finish line. He remained there, perched on his lover, arms shaking as he balanced on his chest, until he physically couldn't anymore, body slack and tired with that delicious exhaustion. Pulling himself off, he revelled in the way his lover took such a deep exhale, head immediately tipping back in pleasure as his cock got milked for a second time that evening.
Following the trend, head heavy with the remnants of his high, Kon felt that low dip deep in his pelvis again, his body telling him how close he was. He didn't fight it, didn't try to hold off, let himself be guided to those hot, heady spikes of arousal as he felt everything go taught, a rubber band being pulled through his body. And then, it snapped, his hips thrusting upwards messily as he cums for a second time, body feeling numb and alive at the same time. There was an edge to this one, the orgasm truly feeling ripped from him as he shot heavy loads into his boyfriend, the blond keening in delight as he felt that beloved magma burn him from the inside out. He kept the pace, getting every last drop he can from the Super before the pleasure starts to take a turn.
Kon's back arched off the bed, shots of painful pleasure travelling down his shaft to fill his abdomen with harsh tenses.
"I can't, fucking shit, baby please I-I can't!"
He begged, pawing at Bernard's hips to get him off of him. It took him a second, but his boyfriend slowed his movements, coming to a stop with his rapidly softening cock still inside.
The blond muttered, crawling up his chest to pull himself off. A mess of cum and lube trailed out of him all over his lovers lower stomach, seeping down into his treasure trail. As Bern panted in his face, Kon was easily able to see the lust still on his face, unresolved need still burning through him. And he wasn't the only one. Tim crawled over from where he had been cooling off, placing a hand on the blond's cheek.
"You still need to cum, handsome?"
He asked in a frightfully soft tone. Bernard nodded shyly, looking at him with those big, brown puppy dog eyes (made even more pathetic with how his pupil ate up his iris). The bat didn't even hesitate, scootching further down to get a clear view of his hole. Without much thought, he plunged two fingers into his weeping cunt, his thumb finding his dick, the sudden onslaught sending his lover surging forward with a moan. As much as Kon would love to listen to those sounds, he pulled his lover into a messy kiss, swallowing his noises, and thanking him for getting him off.
The mixture of both their arousal was the perfect lubricant, Tim using it to his advantage to quickly add a third finger, the wet and sloppy sound of fingering filling the room. Ever skilled and knowledgeable, he made quick work of his "task", immediately hammering into his boyfriend's g-spot, going as far as getting a second hand into the mix to jerk his cock off. Bernard wriggled and ground down against Kon's stomach, clearly overtaken by the sudden continuation of his pleasure. It was so fast and hard and messy, he didn't know what to do with himself. The Super's hands travelled down, reaching the blonds ass and holding him open for their boyfriend.
"Feels good, yeah? Gonna cum again?"
Kon breathed against his lips, pulling him back in for another kiss. Bern nodded against his mouth, whimpering softly, eyes rolling back, hands gripping broad shoulders like a lifeline. If the skin wasn't impenetrable, it would have been marred with bruises and scratches. Tim kept an even pace, despite being bone tired and spent, he needed his boyfriend to feel as amazing as he always made them feel, needed him to have the orgasm he deserved.
It wasn't long though, before Bernard was arching, body shaking, as his climax was ripped from him. He was so worked up from riding Kon while so oversensitive, it clearly wasn't going to take them long.
His back arched up and down, legs convulsing, as a dribble of liquid shot out of his cunt around Tim's fingers. Warm and wet, it mixed with the mess on Kon's stomach, adding what was missing from the debauched tableau. A self satisfied smirk found its way to Tim's lips as he helped Bern ride out his second high, clearly happy with getting him to squirt.
The fingers thrusting in him slowed, the hand on his cock slowly pulling itself away. Tim retracted his fingers in a slow withdrawal, eyes still transfixed on where Bernard's legs were twitching, cunt fluttering around nothing. He fell sideways onto his hip, letting out a deep exhale.
"Holy shit, that was…fuck." He mumbled, looking at his boyfriend with dopey heart eyes. "I'm gonna, you guys kinda have a mess, I'll…yeah." He laughed as he stood off the bed, joining his partners chuckles. "Words are hard right now."
He called over his shoulder, throwing on Kon's flannel as he walked off on wobbly legs.
The half Kryptonian, for his part, was remaining perfectly still, not wanting to make a bigger mess on the bed than they already had. He continued to press soft kisses to Bernard's face, smiling against his lips. The blond dropped his head onto the wide expanse of his chest, just barely catching his breath.
"You did so good. This was so good."
He breathed, revelling in the warmth of their bed and the bare skin pressed to him. Bernard gave him a tired smile back, exhaustion clear on his face.
"So did you, baby. You did so well for you first time doing this." He whispered, lifting his head tiredly and kissing Kon fully, pressing all the love he could into his lips. "How do you feel?"
Kon didn't even need a moment to think about it, his high having started to plateau. He clearly still wasn't sober, but didn't feel as lost in his own head.
"I feel great, that was amazing." He hummed. "I definitely get the date night thing now."
He smiled, making his lover laugh.
"It takes a lot out of you, huh?"
He teased, Kon sighing out a deep breath as he nodded.
"I had no fucking clue." He laughed. "But don't get me wrong, I'd love to do that again."
Bernard smiled to him, taking his hand and nuzzling it.
"I would too, and I'm sure Timmy would agree."
As if on cue, the Bat returned, making a face between shock and amusement as he came back into the room carrying a damp cloth and water bottles.
"Holy shit, it smells like sex and weed in here."
He giggled, scrunching up his nose. The two men in bed laughed, Bernard reaching for one of the bottles.
They cleaned up quickly, not perfectly, that would require a shower, but enough to not make any more of a mess of the bed. They fell into idle chatter, snuggling up to one another. Kon had used his TTK to grab one of their phones, Bernard and him scrolling through the menu of an Italian place nearby. Out of the corner of his eye, the Super barely caught Tim as he pulled his pen out of Kon's shirt pocket, trying to be sneaky. Kon let out an incredulous laugh.
He breathed, catching Bernard's attention.
"What? It's been like an hour, it's starting to wear off."
"You need a longer tolerance break if smoking a whole bowl is wearing off after an hour, Tim."
Bern rebuked, but despite that statement, he was making grabby hands to the cart.
"Yeah yeah, love you too."
Their Bat said, exasperatedly. He handed it over, snuggling up closer to Kon's chest, seeking out his warmth.
Yeah, they needed to do this again. (and again and again and again.)
