Lest They Take Vengeance

by Weirdness Magnet
March 23, 2004
 
Disclaimers: These boys belong to DC.  If they were mine, they'd be in bed ALL THE TIME.
 
Spoilers: None.
 
Summary: This time, Kon wants to be on top.
 
Ratings Note/Warnings: NC-17.  Sex.  Yep. Sex.
 
Author's Note: Title from Greek Stoic philosopher Epictetus: "Control thy passion lest they take vengeance on thee."

Author's Other Note: PWP.  This is what happens when Te and I talk.  So we should probably talk more.

Acknowledgments: To Te for the idea and for audiencing. 

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Te: You know what I want?
 
WeirdnessMagnet: What do you want?
 
Te: I want the story where Kon just *fingers* Tim to get him off. And *then* fucks him.

Te: Or the story where Tim fucks Kon's mouth. Or a story with Kon rimming Tim.  Or.  Yeah.

WeirdnessMagnet: The only way Tim will lay still for that is if Kon TK's him or ties him down.

Te: Hmm. Kon holding Tim spread and holding him *down* at the same time.

Te: And mmmm

WeirdnessMagnet: Kon might not have the TK control for that.

Te: No, he doesn't. But. He's damned strong.
 

Te: "Let me do this. Please, Tim, I need to do this..."
 

And Kon does.  Tim has a talent for taking control during sex.  Kon’s tried being assertive, but even during the little games they’ve taken to playing, Tim always winds up in charge.

Not that Kon minds, much.  On a fundamental level, he *knows* that Tim desires him.  But Kon wants to make Tim need him.  To make Tim beg and need and want and *not* be able to simply take it from Kon once Tim’s tired of waiting.

Tim gives him a lazy smile and runs a thumb along Kon's cheekbone and says, "Whatever you want."

“My game, my rules,” Kon reminds him.

“Your game.”
 

Kon kisses him slow, licks inside his mouth and spreads Tim's legs. Kon's fingers seem thick and clumsy when they brush against Tim's hardening cock, but he likes the feel of Tim when he's not quite hard, soft skin and warmth coming *alive* under his touch.

Tim makes a pleased noise in Kon's mouth, but Kon moves his hand to Tim's sac, fingering the loose skin and softness and the undeniably *male* feel in his hand. Tim bucks a little, rubbing his cock against Kon's jeans.
 

“You're wearing too many clothes."  Tim's breath is hot against Kon's ear, hands tugging gently on the waistband.

Kon pushes Tim's hands away. "Busy now. Naked later."

"See, that's just *wrong*--" Tim bites off a gasp when Kon's finger gently circles his hole. Tight pucker and warm, and Kon remembers the scent when he sucked Tim off last time and the *noises* Tim made when he just ran his fingers up and down his cleft. He wants to see if he can do that again, maybe make it better.

Maybe make Tim want it as much as he does.

 Tim licks Kon's jaw. "Mm. That feels... "

"Tell me."

Tim bites him instead. Kon stops petting.

"Tell me. I want to know."

"You *know* how it feels, that time I--"

"Say it. I want to know how it feels for you. Tell me. Or--or I'll stop."
 

Tim narrows his eyes, and Kon works hard to imitate Superman's best Steely Glare. He knows he doesn't quite have it, but Tim's mouth quirks. "Soft. Your fingers are soft, and strong. You feel smooth against me."

Kon draws his finger down towards Tim's balls. "What else?"

Tim starts to laugh, but moans instead when Kon gently presses that hard spot. "You, god, that's... "
 

"You like that?"

"Yes." It's almost a hiss.
 

"What would you like me to do?"

"Kiss me."

Kon looks at Tim's mouth, which is swollen and a little bruised.  "I've *been* kissing you."

"No, I mean..."  Tim bites his lip, his eyes darting downwards.

"You want me to suck you?"

"Yes."

Kon presses his fingers back at Tim's hole. "You want me to... lick you? Here?"

Tim grinds his hips up against Kon's leg. "God, Kon, do you know how hard you make me when you tease?"

"I'm not teasing."

Tim's eyes flutter half-closed. "Jesus."

"The things I'm going to do to you..."

Tim rubs *hard* against Kon and *groans* and reaches for Kon's zipper. "You really need to be naked. Like, yesterday."

Kon smiles and decides to let Tim unzip his jeans and push them down for him, then kicks them off the rest of the way. He doesn't want to stop touching Tim's ass anytime soon. Or any part of Tim, really. All that warm *skin*touching his and remembers why he'd stayed dressed so long. Kon purrs into Tim’s neck.  "I love the way you feel against me."

Tim gives a deliberate writhe, spreading pre-come on Kon's stomach. "I love the way you touch me." He reaches for Kon's cock, but Kon grabs his wrist and presses it against the mattress.

"Not yet."
 

Kon snickers slightly at the whimper Tim tries and fails to silence. "But--"

"Spread your legs for me."

Tim's hole is a dark pucker, with a slightly musky scent that's somehow entirely Tim. Kon arranges himself between Tim's bent legs, and folds Tim's hands around the backs of Tim's own thighs so that he's holding himself open and Kon can take a good, long look.  Tim's spread and open and almost looks vulnerable, like something Kon can touch. And he knows it's a stupid thought, but.

Kon presses a long, slow nuzzle against Tim's balls.  The hair is fine and dark and Kon buries his nose in the light thatch, licking a slow swirl around one, and sucking gently when Tim curses and tries to buck. Kon smells Tim's pre-come and has to squeeze his own cock once, hard. He wants to keep control for this, wants to make this *good* for Tim.

He sucks a slow, wet kiss against the base of Tim's cock, feels fingers grab his hair and *pull*. "God Kon, suck me..."

Kon reaches out with aura and pushes Tim's hands flat on the mattress, watching Tim's eyes go wide. Controlling his TK is difficult with his dick screaming for attention, but Kon breathes through it and sits up on his knees. "I *said*, don't move. I'm going to play with you now, and I'm going to make you come. And you're going to lie still and take it and come for me, and you can make as much noise as you want. Got it?"

Tim's eyes narrow and Kon can *see* Tim deciding whether to let himself be fucked or to find a way out of the TK hold and kick Kon's ass. Kon licks a finger, then pushes it slowly into Tim's hole.

It earns him a gasp and a, "Fuck, yes."
 

Kon spreads Tim’s thighs wide and uses the flat of his tongue against Tim's cleft, circling around the hole until Tim moans and *then* thrusts in. Tight muscle and Tim-scent and the feel of Tim's strong, strong legs around his head, and Kon can't stop rubbing his cock on the too-smooth comforter. Licks and thrusts and flicks, and Tim is...

"Oh fuck, yes, please. *Kon*, I need--"

Begging. 

Kon thrusts as deep as he can with his tongue. He can't *get* very deep, and Tim is moving constantly, and it's wet and hot and must be exactly what Tim needs, because.

"God Kon, touch my cock, *please*, I need...I need to come, *god*--"

Kon gently rolls Tim's balls in his hand.

"Touch me, please. You’re--you're holding me down, I can't move, oh *Jesus*--"

Kon lifts off, lays himself on top of Tim's prone body. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"God, fuck, yes, anything, just let me come--"

Kon slicks himself in one stroke. "I'm going to *make* you come."
 

All the way in on one thrust, and Kon can't tell which of them screamed louder, but Tim is hot and wet and hard against his stomach and *tight* all around him and each thrust is wrenching all thought of control away. He hauls Tim's hips up and *drives* into him, pulling him onto his cock with every thrust. Tim's yells are a high whine and, "Kon, there, I'm... I'm gonna come, oh *god*--"

Splatters on Kon's chest, on his nipples and that's just, oh *fuck*--

Kon eventually loosens his grip on Tim's hips, grimacing at the handprints on the pale skin, and he smoothes his hands over them like that might make them go away.

Tim reaches for him. "Hey, look. I can move."

"Yeah. I can't exactly concentrate when I come."

Tim's eyes narrow. "Good to know," and lands a *hard* punch on Kon's jaw.

Kon's surprise is doubled by the fact that he actually *felt* the blow; he must be more spent than he thought. Tim's scowl is deep. “*That's* for holding me down."

"What happened to 'creative use of powers during sex'?"

"I *could* find other ways to get back at you."

"Um. In that case...thank you, sir. May I have another?"

The scowl softens and Tim pulls him down into a kiss. Kon kisses back as sweetly and deeply as he knows how before resting his cheek against Tim's heartbeat.

"So," Tim says, "you want to be in control, huh?"

Kon stills and doesn't look up. "I. um. Sometimes."
 

"You have a lot to learn about having control issues."

"I'm a slow learner.  My geometry teacher says so."

Tim rests his finger under Kon's chin and tilts his head up. And smiles, kissing him and rolling them back on the bed until Kon's on his back and Tim's looking... devious.
 

Kon can go with that.

~end