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Deeper Wonderment	By : Amarin Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 1639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Deeper Wonderment
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I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment.
Alanis Morissette – Wonderkind
Based off Robin Issue #141 (wherein Kon dresses up in Tim’s Robin uniform.
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Once they got back to the Robin’s Nest, Tim dumped Kon on his couch and set about checking him over. Magic and Kryptonite were a Super-person’s only weaknesses, but while Tim had knowledge of what effects Kryptonite had on Kon, magic was an entirely different matter. Magic was always different; it differed widely and wildly between the various users, and Darla/Laura/The Warlock’s Daughter was an unknown quantity.
“How do you feel?” Tim asked briskly, checking Kon’s pupils. They dilated faster in the darkness than the human norm, but then Kon was neither entirely human, nor normal, and the rate at which they were reacting now was standard for him.
“Like, my skin is all…” Kon grimaced, and gave a full-body shiver, as if he was covered in some sort of particular icky muck. “I think it feels like I have a sunburn over my entire body,” he hissed, quickly yanking off Robin’s borrowed cape. He then removed the tunic, wincing as the rough material abraded his skin, before TTKing off the boots. He wiggled his toes in the shag carpet and settled further into the soft cushions on the couch.
“A sunburn?” Tim asked, nonplussed. Kon-El couldn’t get sunburned; his Kryptonian genes ensured that by turning all UV rays into energy for his powers.
“I ache – burn – all over,” Kon elucidated, groaning as he flopped back. Having ditched the gauntlets, the exposed skin on his arms rubbed against the nubbly texture of the couch cushions, and he moaned pitifully at the prickly sensation. “Even my hair hurts.” He tugged off the tunic, breathing an exaggerated sigh of relief once the stiff armor was no longer putting pressure on his suddenly more sensitive skin.
“What did I tell you? It’s the first sign of baldness,” Tim joked, now that he was mostly assured of Kon’s well-being. He’d been worried that that blast of magic had affected Kon internally, but it appeared to have had only external effects.
Still, he’d keep any eye on Kon for the rest of the night, all the same.
Kon snorted and sluggishly floated one of the couch pillows up to whap Tim in the head. “Jerk.”
“Your jerk,” Tim shot back, catching the pillow and walloping Kon gently upside his own head. He grinned slightly. It was, occasionally – well, more than occasionally, if he wanted to be truthful with himself – fun to act like a kid again. Well, just to act like a kid, since he never really had.
Although, there were advantages to being an adult – or, at least a teenager. Such as the ability to appreciate the fine specimen of half-Kryptonian manhood in front of him.
The fine specimen of half-Kryptonian manhood currently wearing half of his uniform. Tim didn’t know why he felt so…enthralled by the sight, but suspected it had to do more with instinct than a simple kink. Tim couldn’t leave marks on Kon, even when his aura was down. It was part of his being Superboy. But now, wearing the green tights of his Robin uniform…there was no doubt as to who had staked a claim on him.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice the object of his attention trying to get his attention.
“Tim?” Kon said questioningly, snapping his fingers in front of his boyfriend’s face. “Are you in there? Earth to Wonder Boy, come in Wonder Boy…”
“I’m here,” Tim replied reflexively, only able to give Kon his full focus for a moment.
There was a knowing, almost affectionate smile on Kon’s face. “Yeah, you’re here now, but where were you before?” he asked, not entirely rhetorically.
Tim shook his head slowly, mind on things other than Kon’s words. “You’re wearing my suit,” he said, with the vagueness that suggested he wasn’t actually focusing on that fact…per se. His focus seemed to be on Kon – or Kon’s chest, at least, which was the only part of his body save for the extremities that was now devoid of clothing – but the rest of him was quite possibly in orbit; certainly nowhere on Earth.
“Uh…yeah, man?” Kon replied, nonplussed. “That was kinda the whole point?”
“You look…” Tim blinked away the stars from his eyes. “Hot,” he finally settled on.
And Kon did. He looked better in Robin green than he did in Super blue, which was more than surprising.
But also downright sexy.
Surprise lit in Kon’s eyes, and then a slow grin spread across his face. “Really?” he asked, voice full of interest. “You like me wearing your clothes, huh?” He flexed his pecs, making them do a little one-two dance.
Tim was entranced with the sight of Kon’s moving muscles. “Yes,” he replied, breath short and voice sharp.
Kon smirked. “Wouldn’t you like it better if I wasn’t wearing your clothes, though?” he asked, sprawling back lazily on the couch so as to better show off his half-naked body.
It took almost a full minute for the meaning of that question to percolate through Tim’s lust-fogged brain. “Yes,” he replied, and then pounced on Kon, kissing him fiercely. He ran his tongue lightly over Kon’s lips, begging entrance that was soon granted. He dipped his tongue past the other boy’s lips, and was soon plundering Kon’s mouth.
He toyed with one of Kon’s exposed nipples, drawing a moan from Kon that only fueled the need that burned inside him. It didn’t take as long for Tim to realize that Kon wasn’t moaning in pleasure, but actually trying to speak – then again, Kon was actively trying to push him away, which probably contributed to his understanding.
Tim forced himself to relinquish his grasp on the muscled body of his boyfriend, and let Kon go. “Kon?” Tim questioned breathlessly, brow furrowing. Kon wasn’t telling him to stop, was he? It had been Kon’s idea to begin with…
Kon was breathing heavily, face and chest flushed red from exertion. That wouldn’t be an unusual sight, considering his situation – if Kon were fully human. Superboy didn’t get exerted. “Yeah, man, I just… Just…be gentle, okay?” Kon flushed slightly and winced as he shifted. “I’m still a little sore.”
And tired, obviously, Tim could tell. Though apparently not too tired…
Tim nodded in quick jerks and quickly pulled Kon towards his bedroom. Once there, he laid Kon back on the bed, and plunged his tongue back inside Kon’s mouth, causing the metahuman to moan.
He could do gentle. It might kill him to hold back so much, but it would be worth it to have Kon.
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Have Kon Tim did, several times over the course of the next few hours. Finally they were both sated, and in the aftermath, Kon cuddled up to Tim on his narrow bed, veritably humming with pleasure. After enjoying the warmth and closeness for a few minutes, he shifted to catch Tim’s eye.
Tim, already half-asleep, just raised a brow in silent question.
“Next time, you wear my T-shirt, hmkay?” Kon offered, eyes heavy-lidded and smirking.
“You want me to dress up in your Superboy costume?” Tim asked, cocking the formerly raised eyebrow. He had no objections, of course, but what would a T-shirt and jeans really do for Kon, even if the shirt did have his symbol on the front of it? Then again, it was his symbol… And even without the golden R-shaped shuriken on his chest, Kon had still looked delectable.
“No,” Kon replied, startling Tim out of his musings. Grinning slowly, Kon corrected, “Just the shirt.”
Tim swallowed, hard…and grinned back.
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