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Kon tries not to flinch as he slowly becomes aware of the red light burning behind his closed eyelids. Despite the glow of the red sun lamps filling the room, he can't help the shiver that runs down his spine at the cold press of the shackles against his wrists. His skin, noticeably bare of everything but his various piercings, pebbles in the slowly warming air. He pushes his feet underneath him, and shifts at the uncomfortable strain of having his arms strung up above his head and supporting his entire body weight. He opens his eyes slowly, peering up at the ceiling where the shackles are embedded.
He tugs on the shackles, even throws his weight into pulling down on them, but he knows it's useless under the red lights. He takes a moment to observe the room around him. It's not huge, but it's longer than it is wide. Kon finds himself strung up towards the middle-back of the room, about 5 feet from the wall behind him, just far enough that he can't quite reach any of the walls around him with his stretched out legs. Despite the relatively normal size of the room, the red-lit, lightly padded floors and heavily shadowed corners make it feel smaller, more claustrophobic.
The door of the room is across from him, and it's farther from him than the other walls, farther from the red sun lamps, and even more immersed in shadows. It's then that he notices the figure on the other side of the room, standing just out of range of the red lamps, half-concealed in the shadows. He tenses all over on pure instinct. He's vulnerable, he's alone, he can't get out, and-
The figure steps into the light, and Kon feels his whole body relax. Tim's eyes are bright with an emotion Kon can't identify, and there's a smile on his face. Kon can't help but smile back.
"Tim, man, I'm so glad you're here. Help me out of these shackles, would ya?" Kon tries to keep the anxiety out of his voice. He knows what to do. No need to make Tim anxious about it.
Tim's smile widens, just slightly, and he steps slowly forward. He doesn't respond, and Kon squirms a little as he remembers how exposed he is right now. Tim's eyes trail up and down his exposed body, lingering on his peaked nipples and his cock, already half-mast under the other man's attention. The unidentified emotion flares behind Tim's eyes, and Kon recognizes it as excitement. Tim is excited.
Kon's feels his breath start to come faster, and he digs his nails into his own palm to steady his reaction. The sting is sharper than it would be under a yellow sun. Tim steps silently closer, until he's so close that Kon can feel the man's breath against his exposed chest.
Tim's words are soft, almost gentle, when he finally speaks, "I can't do that, Kon." Tim runs a gentle fingertip up Kon's chest, and Kon shivers again at the sensation.
"What do you mean, you can't?" Kon's words are more breathless than he intends them, but he can't seem to muster up the airflow to make them sound confident, "You just gotta-"
He breaks off with a loud yelp as Tim pinches the small ring pierced through Kon's right nipple, and pulls. Tim gives a satisfied huff, but doesn't let go. He continues to toy with the little ring between his fingers as speaks again, a little firmer this time, "You're hiding something from me, Kon-El." Tim leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to the hollow of Kon's neck, and Kon lets out a gentle keen at the sensation. He feels so sensitive under the red light, so fragile. Tim continues, mouth still pressed against Kon's skin, "And I want to know what it is."
Kon shivers, and twists his wrists back and forth in the shackles, clenching his fists. "Listen, I don't know what you think I'm hiding, but I promise, I'm-"
Tim bites down, hard, on Kon's neck, yanking down on the nipple ring as he does. Kon lets out a near-breathless groan, almost a whimper. He's extremely unused to the feeling of pain. The unfamiliar sensation mixes with pleasure in his brain, and he feels almost dizzy with the sudden overload of new feelings.
"Don't worry, Kon." Tim's voice is bright, and his smile is poison, "No one can hear you down here. Not even daddy can save you." Tim gives a mock pout, and Kon tries to arrange his face into something resembling worry, but his head feels foggy, his body uncooperative. Tim continues with a gentle caress to Kon's cheek, "We have all the time in the world. You'll tell me. Eventually."
Kon lets his head fall down against his chest, breathing hard. Tim runs his hand gently down Kon's side and back, brushing his fingers against the seam of Kon's ass. Kon flinches when Tim's other hand goes straight to the head of his cock, toying absently with metal ring there.
"Have I ever told you," Tim says absently, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Kon's chest, left hand still toying absently with his cock, "how much I love your piercings?" Tim raises his head and pulls Kon's lip piercing into his own mouth, running his tongue over the smooth metal. Kon whimpers again, and he can feel his cock getting fuller in Tim's hand.
When Tim speaks again, his mouth is still pressed against Kon's, "I've always wanted to see," Tim runs his tongue lightly over Kon's teeth, and Kon's whole body shivers, "how sensitive you would be, under a red sun." Tim pulls lightly on Kon's cock piercing, and he gasps against the man's mouth.
"How much pleasure," Tim kisses him lightly, "how much pain, I could make you feel." Tim squeezes the head of Kon's cock and digs his teeth into Kon's bottom lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood, and Kon nearly screams at the mix of sensation. His cock is fully hard now under Tim's ministrations, and his hips twitch involuntarily into Tim's hand. Kon's almost-scream cuts off into a pathetic, almost-pained whimper, and he pants heavily against Tim's mouth.
He's so out of his head with pleasure that it takes him a moment to realize that Tim has paused. Tim leans back from him, releasing his grip on Kon's cock. Tim sees Kon's blissed-out, half-pained expression and the smile drops from his face.
"Kon? Fuck, are you okay?" His hands hover frantically over Kon's body as he takes a step back, eyes wide with alarm.
Kon opens his mouth to reassure Tim, but Tim continues, "I knew this was a bad idea," Tim reaches for the shackles around Kon's wrists, "I knew this was too far. I should've stopped it sooner, I should've-"
Kon grips Tim's hand before he can release the shackles, as hard as he can under the red lights, "Tim." He looks at Tim with all the seriousness he can muster, "I'm okay. I promise. I know the safe word. I would have used it if I needed to. I'm fine."
Tim gives him a concerned, skeptical look, and Kon rolls his eyes. "Tim, I'm fine. I don't mind the pain. In fact, I- um- like it, even. I promise." Kon bites his own lip gently, and gives Tim's hand a gentle squeeze, "Now, keep going."
Tim studies Kon's face for a couple of long moments, looking for any hint of hurt or regret. When he finds none, he nods slowly. "Yeah, okay. Yeah." He blinks a couple of times, and just like that, his poisonous smile is back in place, no hint of the previous panic showing.
Damn Bats, Kon can't help but think. But he doesn't get a chance to think it for long, because Tim's hand is back on his cock, his mouth pressed to his neck. Tim takes his time, kissing a line of already-purpling bruises up Kon's neck and along his chin. Kon knows that they'll go away as soon as the red lamps go off, but he shivers at the thought of someone seeing them, someone knowing.
"Now," Tim says lightly, his lips pressed against Kon's ear, "tell me, Kon-El. Tell me, and this can be over, I can give you what you want."
"I- I don't know what-" Tim jerks his hand down Kon's shaft, and Kon knows he was never this sensitive before, but he can't help the pitiful whimper that escapes him. Surprisingly, Kon's cock didn't settle at all during their momentary detour. He's almost so hard that it hurts, and he whimpers again at the bordering-on-painful sensation.
Tim's laugh is dangerous, and Kon fights another whimper as Tim releases his cock. "Maybe we need to try a…. different approach." Tim steps away from him, and Kon is immediately reminded of how cold he is, without Tim's warm body against his.
Tim eyes him up and down as he walks around him, and Kon follows his movements until he can't see him anymore. He tries not to be nervous, with Tim out of sight. Tim's warm hands press against his ass, and Kon pushes himself back against them as much as he can, taking in a shaky breath.
Tim squeezes his cheeks and pulls them apart. Kon can feel the cold air against his sensitive hole, and he knows Tim is watching. He fights the urge to squirm. Tim snakes a hand around his front, and presses a finger to Kon's lips, gently. "Open, please, sweetheart."
Kon opens his mouth obediently, and sucks on Tim's finger greedily when he pushes it against his tongue. Tim pulls his finger out of Kon's mouth with a wet pop, and Kon shivers when he realizes what's coming next.
Tim circles his spit-soaked finger around Kon's sensitive hole, and Kon moans quietly. "Kon, baby," Tim says gently, kindly, "I want this as much as you do." He presses his fingertip just barely past the tight ring of muscle, and Kon feels himself clench down on Tim's fingertip. "Tell me what it is you want from me, baby."
Tim pushes his finger a little farther inside, and slowly drags it back out. Kon pants through his nose, trying to formulate words, "I want- I-" Tim pushes his finger farther in and twists it around, and Kon moans. "I want- you. You. I want-" Tim twists his finger and presses up and Kon's breath catches in his throat. His next words come out as a long keen, and Tim chuckles.
"Use your words, sweetheart. What do you want?" He presses up into that sensitive spot again, and Kon can feel pre-cum drip down his aching shaft. Tim pulls his finger out, and Kon hears him spit onto his own hand, listens to the slick sounds of him rubbing saliva along his fingers.
This time when he presses in, he pushes a second finger in with the first. The words escape Kon in rushed whine, "I want your cock, Tim. Please."
Tim presses both fingers in fast, and Kon bites down on his lip to keep from screaming out. "I can give it to you, Kon. I can give it to you so good, baby." Kon nods frantically, and Tim scissors his fingers gently inside him. "But first, baby, you have to tell me what you're hiding."
Kon nearly cries when Tim stops the movement of his fingers, leaning closer to Kon's ear. "Just a few little words, baby. That's all. Just tell me, and then…" Tim shifts his fingers inside of Kon, and Kon lets out a desperate whimper.
"I- I don't-"
"Don't lie to me, Kon-El." Tim's voice is hard, and he presses his fingers hard into Kon's prostate. Kon yelps, but Tim doesn't let up. Tim unbuttons his own pants with one hand, and Kon hears him slide the fabric down his legs. Only a moment later, Kon feels Tim's cock press against his ass, rock hard and leaking. "I don't want to make you wait, baby. Just tell me."
Tim reaches around Kon with his unoccupied hand and grips the base of Kon's cock, and then starts to piston his fingers in and out of him. Kon feels himself clamp down around Tim's fingers, and Tim presses his own cock harder against Kon's ass.
"Tim, I- I-"
Tim rubs his cock along the crease of Kon's ass, just under where his fingers are buried inside of him, and grunts into Kon's ear. "You know what I want to hear, Kon."
"Tim, please, I-" Kon's voice rises with increasing desperation, and Tim presses his fingers into Kon's prostate again. Kon can feel the pleasure building, but Tim's hand is like a vice around the base of his cock. Despite the two fingers inside of him, he feels so empty, like they can't get far enough, can't fill enough space.
Tim bites down gently on his neck, and Kon can feel himself breaking down. He lets out a desperate sob, and Tim smiles against his neck. He releases Kon's cock, and pulls his fingers out of him, and Kon nearly breaks down then and there.
Kon is so desperate to have Tim's hands back on him that he barely hears Tim strip his pants the rest of the way off behind him, follow by his shirt. He snaps back to awareness when he hears the pop of a cap opening, and he feels himself clench around air. The sounds of Tim lubing his own cock are obscene, and Kon moans just imagining what he looks like.
Finally, finally, Tim presses back against him, gripping his hips tightly. He presses his slicked-up cock against the curve of Kon's ass, and Kon can't help but rub back against him.
"You feel that, baby?" Tim pulls at Kon's earlobe with his teeth before continuing, "I'm all ready. All you have to do, is talk."
Kon sobs again, twisting his wrists back and forth in their bindings, rubbing himself back against Tim. "I-"
"Yeah?" Tim says coaxingly, running gentle fingers up and down Kon's cock.
"I-" Kon feel desperate, out of him mind with need. He needs Tim inside him, he needs Tim inside him, and he knows he would say anything to get it, and he doesn't want to reveal this, not here, not when he so vulnerable, but… Kon bursts into tears, and his next words are barely coherent, whimpered out between heaving sobs, "I love you. I'm- I'm in love with you. And I don't know if you- I know we're just-" Kon can't even finish the rest. Tears run down his face in rivers, and he feels more sensitive and exposed than he ever has, but the desperation and emptiness are overwhelming. He didn't expect it to go this way. He didn't expect it to be this intense.
But Tim doesn't seem to mind. Tim grips Kon's hip, almost tenderly, with one hand, and his own cock in the other, guiding it quickly to Kon's hole. "Good boy," he says against Kon's ear as he thrusts in, smacking his hips against Kon's ass on the first push. The stretch is glorious and painful and everything Kon has ever needed. Kon moans loudly through his tears. His body pushes back and forth with Tim's thrusts, as if he can't decide if he wants more or wants to get away. Maybe both.
Tim leans closer and whispers against Kon's ear as he grunts with each thrust, "I love you too."
Kon sobs even harder, and his cock bobs with every thrust of Tim's hips against his. The relief that floods him makes the pain and the pleasure all that more intense, and Kon can't help the way he clenches hard around Tim.
Suddenly, Tim presses all the way in and stills his thrusts. Kon whimpers, but Tim merely moves to unlock Kon's wrists, quickly and efficiently. As soon as Tim has freed his hands, he turns Kon around, their hips still pressed together, and forces Kon towards the back wall of the room, bending him forward until the side of his face is pressed flat against the wall, palms braced on either side to support him. Kon moans and cries at the manhandling and every shift of Tim's cock buried inside of him. As soon as they're repositioned, Tim begins thrusting again with a desperation he hadn't had before.
With this new angle, Tim's cock slams into Kon's prostate with every thrust, and Kon yells out with each one. His neck burns, his head forced harder against the wall each time. He can feel tears and spit mixing on his chin as he cries out with each smack of their hips. Tim, who had been relatively quiet until now, slowly gains volume as he speeds up his thrusts.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK-" Tim leans forward and digs his teeth into Kon's shoulder, lightly muffling the sound of his grunts, and Kon really does scream this time.
"Tim, I- I can't-" Kon bites down hard on his own lip, trying to keep his oncoming orgasm at bay a little bit longer.
Tim chuckles breathlessly against his shoulder, "Don't worry, baby. Uh- I'm not- ngh- not far behind. Go- Ah- Go ahead." Tim presses a tender kiss to his Kon's skin, so at odds with his rough thrusting, and Kon is gone.
His orgasm explodes through him. His cum splatters his chest and the wall in front of him, and he knows it must be the most he's ever cum. His body jerks repeatedly, his head pushing harder into the wall. He clenches down on Tim's cock, and he can't tell if his body is trying to push it out or keep it in. His legs shake so violently that he's sure the only thing keeping him up is Tim's hands on his hips. His vision goes spotty, and he knows Tim is saying something, but he can't for the life of him tell what it is.
His awareness comes back to him just enough to feel Tim spill his own load inside of him. He moans, and something in him keens at the thought of being filled full of Tim's cum. Tim's grip on his hips is bruising, and Kon relishes for a moment at the ache in his body, the soreness between his legs.
It's surely only a couple of minutes, but Kon honestly has no idea how long he stays there, bent over against the wall, Tim's softening cock inside of him. After some amount of time passes, Kon feels Tim gently pull out of him. Kon mournfully clenches against nothing and feels Tim's cum start to leak from his stretched hole. He feels Tim spread his ass cheeks with his palms, and hears him suck in a breath behind him, taking in the sight.
After a moment, Tim seems to regain his composure. "Baby?" Tim says softly, rubbing soothing fingers against Kon's hipbone. Kon grunts softly in response, cracking open the eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed to peer back at Tim. Tim smiles softly at him, "I've gotta let you go, okay? Just for a second, so I can turn off the red sun lamps."
Kon's head shoots up, and he looks back at Tim pleadingly, voice urgent, "No!" Tim furrows his eyebrows, and Kon shakes his head, trying to explain himself, "I mean, um- Not yet. I'm not- I don't want to- just- leave them on. Just for a little bit longer?"
Tim blinks a couple of times, but ultimately nods his head. He runs a gentle hand over Kon's tear stained cheek and smiles, "Okay, baby. But not for long, I don't want you to be in any pain when the soreness sets in." Tim grabs one of his arms, gently pulling him up to standing.
Kon bites his lip a little and looks at the ground, "Um- it's. It's already sore, but- um- I don't know, I don't get to feel that way very often, and I-"
Tim smiles again and pulls Kon into a hug. Kon's legs feel like jelly, so he lets Tim hold up most of his weight. "I get it, sweetheart. Can I at least clean you up a little bit?"
Kon nods tiredly, and lets Tim pull him into a sitting position on the ground. Tim presses a kiss to his head, and starts to move away from him, "Stay here for just a second. I'll be fast." Kon bites his lip to stop himself from whining when Tim ducks out of the room. He feels so exposed, so vulnerable, and he needs Tim here, or else- or else-
But, true to his word, Tim is fast. He comes back into the room carrying a dampened towel, a granola bar, and a bottle of cold water. Tim grabs Kon's hands and pulls him up onto his knees, positioning himself at Kon's back.
"I'm just gonna wash you up a little bit, baby. I'll be as gentle as I can." Tim's voice is soft, and he brushes a reassuring hand down Kon's back before he goes in with the damp towel.
Kon is far more sensitive and sore than he expected to be. He inhales a sharp breath of air at the first touch of the towel, and Tim presses an apologetic kiss to his shoulder. He gently rubs the towel between Kon's legs, over his thighs and stomach, even running the towel over his sensitive cock, cleaning the sweat, lube, and dried cum from his skin. When he finishes, Tim pulls him back down into a sitting position, and Kon slumps gratefully against his chest.
Tim runs his fingers through Kon's hair, easily supporting the half-kryptonian's weight. He reaches for the cold water beside them. "Can you drink some water for me, baby? After all the crying and- other things, I think you need to replenish some fluids." Tim cracks open the bottle, and brings it to Kon's lips. Kon takes a small sip of the water, but ultimately feels too tired and exposed to do much else. He buries his head into the crook of Tim's neck, and Tim scratches at his scalp for a moment.
"Okay, sweetheart. How about we get you into bed? We can cuddle until you're feeling more up to eating and drinking something."
Kon nods against Tim's neck, humming a low sound in response, but can't really find it in himself to move. Thankfully, Tim doesn't seem phased. Kon, so used to being the strong one, always forgets how strong Tim really is. But when Tim slips his arms underneath Kon's body and stands relatively easily, Kon remembers what Tim's abdominal muscles feel like under his mouth, and finds himself unsurprised.
Tim walks to the wall and easily flicks off the red sun lamps. Kon doesn't feel normal instantly, he'll need some time in the yellow sun to fully recoup, but he does almost immediately start to feel less vulnerable. Even so, he stays curled in Tim's arms and allows himself to be held for a moment.
Kon loses track of time, after that. The next thing he really registers is Tim laying him down on soft sheets and settling in behind him. He feels soft and floaty, a little bit far away.
He finds his voice, for only a moment, to murmur softly into the sheets, "I love you." His voice sounds a little far away, but the arm around him tightens, and it grounds him just enough to hear the response.
"I love you too," Tim whispers against his shoulder.
Kon sighs into the pillows, vulnerable and safe in Tim's arms, and lets himself drift.