Tim could only imagine how many people would be upset, angry and disappointed in him. After all, he was known as the smartest Robin. Not to mention, he was older than Jon by just a few years, but enough to know better. Connor would never speak to him again. Damian would kill him. The Kent family would ban him, and then there was Bruce… Tim couldn't even bring himself to imagine Bruce's reaction. He never expected to be in this situation. He and Jon had finally met, and there was an undeniable connection between them. Tim was openly bi, and so was Jon. He thought he'd found an ally, a friend, someone who understood what it was like to navigate their unique lives. But this… this wasn't what he'd imagined. Tim didn't even know what to call it. Were they just hooking up? Friends with benefits? Or were they actually together? He had no idea. What he did know was that it should have stopped after the first time, but it hadn't. Now here they were, naked in Jon's room with a high risk of getting caught. Clark and Connor had stepped out, but they had superhearing, which should have been enough to deter him. Yet, as he lowered himself down onto Jon's cock, feeling himself being split in half, he moaned as he bottomed out. "I have… fuck… Jon. I haven't… oh god… been with anyone. Not after you wouldn't let me cum until I promised I wouldn't, and said my ass belonged to you. I've been stressed and pent up, plus you've been teasing me since I got here." He started moving, the pain nothing compared to what he dealt with in Gotham. Besides, he'd been trained to take pain.