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Spill the Tea ☕

Send ☕ or tea + question number (from the list below) for my muse to answer questions about themselves. You can select multiple questions or add your own. My muse can decline if the question is out of the list questions provided.

How did you come to choose your current profession or lifestyle?

How do you typically handle stress or difficult situations?

How do you view yourself versus how others see you?

Do you have any habits or quirks that others find unique or strange?

Have you ever been in love? If so, what was it like?

How do you deal with betrayal or conflict in your relationships?

What are you willing to sacrifice to achieve your goals?

What does a typical day look like for you?

What's your favorite way to relax or unwind?

Are there any skills or talents you have that not many people know about?

Do you have any coping mechanisms for dealing with anxiety or fear?

What are your pet peeves?

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Do you prefer working alone or in a team?

What kind of music do you listen to, if any?

What would your dream pet be, if laws of physics and reality were no obstacle?

What’s your favorite mythical creature, and why?

What’s your guilty pleasure, the thing you indulge in secretly?

Have you ever broken someone’s heart, intentionally or unintentionally?

Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses?

Is there someone who has significantly influenced your life?

What’s your signature dance move?

Have you ever broken the law?

Would you sacrifice one innocent person to save a thousand others?

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone?

What’s your favorite smell in the entire world, and have you ever tried to bottle it?

What's the most embarrassing thing you've done while drunk?

Describe your most awkward kiss.

How many times a week do you talk to yourself?

What’s the strangest food combination you’ve ever tried and actually liked?

What's your idea of the perfect romantic evening?

Have you ever written a love letter or received one?

!!!!!! Suggestive questions from this point onwards:

33. What's the sexiest feature you find in a partner? 34. Have you ever had a one-night stand? 35. Have you ever skinny-dipped? 36. Have you ever had a friends-with-benefits arrangement? 37. Have you ever done it somewhere other than a bed? Where? 38. Describe your first time in three words. 39. Describe a non-sexual activity that turns you on unexpectedly. 40. If you could create your own aphrodisiac, what ingredients would you include?

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send me 💬 or "unsent texts" i'll share three texts my muse typed but never sent yours.

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im sick so have an iphone doodle

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"Woah, easy boy." Kon raises an eyebrow, though it's hard to tell above his shades. "You could do some serious damage with those.. pearly whites."

"Not to me obviously." His hand goes to his hip before both lift up in a surrender gesture. "Honestly, thought you might be into that kinda thing." He does a little shrug, as though it really didn't bother him either way. "Guess not!"

"So I suppose we'll do this the good ol' fashioned way-" Those hands turned into fisticuffs. egging him on. Any particular reason he was picking on Thad tonight? Not really. You could say he felt a little left out. But when didn't he?

"Do I need to get you a muzzle or something?"

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Thad snaps his teeth threateningly at the hero. Biting wasn't in Thad's usual routine when it came to fighting or battle tactics, but he supposed no one would want to get too close someone.

They just might lose a finger. Though Superboy? Hm. It might be a toss up between actually hurting him or cracking some of his teeth, but still he doesn't back down.

"That answer your question?"

"What's it to you anyway? Shouldn't you be, I don't know, somewhere else? Y'know saving someone and doing something more useful than judging me?"

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Been a hot minute since I've interacted with most of you guys, so whilst I remember how to use carrd, I'm putting out a little starter call. These will be anything from memes you've posted to full out fleshed out settings of Kon visiting your muse, depending on how much we interacted before. Basically, like if you want an interaction!

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→ Kryptclonian; a delve into identity, growing up too fast (whilst never really growing up at all), being treated as a commodity and what it means to be human. Comic-based, 90's inspired, Conner Kent/Kon-El (Superboy™) Indie Roleplay. Carrd in progress, please DNI if under 18.

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prettysuper -> kryptclonian (every bit as pretty, every bit as super, just with a dash more wordplay) bear with me as I shake off the dust and work on updating the card, pinned post and bring some new verses to ya 👉😎👉

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Make a Wish

@reddrakebird : (past thread for Tim's birthday! 💕) ------------

Kon had let Tim get up and ready for classes, pretending to be asleep even as he felt his boyfriend stir in his arms. Letting him slide out from under them, holding his breath steady and holding back both grin and giggle as he felt the brush of warm lips kiss his cheek, whilst a pair of fingers brushed the hair back from his face. The temptation to pull him back into bed for some morning intimacy was resisted, with Conner needing the whole day to prepare for the evening ahead. A tight breath was released as he was tucked in and Tim vacated the vicinity, to start getting ready for his day.

The moment Kon heard the click of the front door shut in their apartment, he bolted upright and floated out of the bedroom towards the kitchenette, already searching for the supplies with which to make a cake. Upon finding the cupboards distinctly lacking, Kon floated back to their nightstand and picked up his phone to make a quick grocery order with doordash. As he waited for the delivery, he stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower, washing off the grime from the day before.

Hearing the light knock resonate throughout the air with his super-hearing, Kon wrapped a towel around his middle (out of respect for Tim, rather than any concern for his actual modesty) and headed dripping wet to answer it. Thanking the delivery girl, and tipping her from the jar of loose cash that they kept by the front door for such an occasion, Kon simply smiled, bid her goodbye and ignored the blush that had accompanied her elevated heartbeat. There had once been a time he might have invited her in, had he been back in his own apartment but now Kon's fingers idly stroked the titanium band that sat around his neck. What would have once felt triggering, now felt strangely liberating; a reminder that he was wanted. A reminder that he was loved. Today he hoped to do the same for Tim.

The rest of the afternoon was spent researching recipes on his phone, attempting to make cake batter (crushing eggs instead of cracking them turned out to be bitterly frustrating, until Kon realised he could crack the shell more delicately with his TK). He'd placed the batter into a cake pan and set the oven with a timer, as he began to prepare the starter. Mixing the ingredients he had bought, Kon began to prepare a smoothly blended tomato soup, and opened a couple of cans of alphabet spaghetti with relative ease, picking out the necessary letters for later. Placing them on a plate, with the soup in a container in the fridge, Kon quickly moved onto making the main course; Chicken Alfredo. As the raw chicken sizzled in the pan, Kon decided to head to the balcony to have a quick cigarette. Only to realise to his horror, at the smell of genuine smoke that he should probably not have left it unattended. Putting out the cigarette on the nearby ashtray and bolting back into the kitchen, Kon quickly breathed in and than out in an icy haze to put the growing flames that flickered onto the nearby cupboards out. Thankfully it was enough to stop the fire instantly; but the wooden surface cracked from the sudden change of temperature. Yeah... Tim was definitely going to notice those.

Sweating, as he looked at the clock, Kon got out the cake and wondered just how brown a chocolate cake should look. Maybe it was all the cocoa powder he'd put in? Yeah, that was probably it. Placing it in the freezer to cool down - he wasn't about to breathe all over it, gross! - Kon returned to the challenge of the main meal. Not prepared to let chicken best him, Kon grabbed a new pan and tried once more, this time not taking his eyes off it. Once it was cooked, the sauce added and the pasta boiled, Kon drained the linguine and sorted both into two more containers so that they could be easily reheated and placed them into the fridge.

Now to decorate the cake. Whilst chocolate melted in the microwave, Kon got out the lump-sided cake, and cut up twenty-four strawberries into the shapes of hearts. Then he took the melted chocolate and painted it onto the top and sides. The strawberries were then placed upright in a circular motion, leaving enough room for a candle. Placing it carefully in the fridge, Kon looked again at the clock. 4.30pm. Just enough time to clean the mess up and get himself groomed for the occasion. Once the kitchen had been cleaned and the washing up put away, Kon wandered through to the bedroom and their walk-in wardrobe.

He carefully put on a pair of black slacks, and a velvet-mesh-embroided shirt which whilst formal, still showed off his almond-hued skin. He then grabbed a comb and tended to his hair in the mirror, ruffing up the curls so that they fell just above his forehead. He left his shades off, knowing Tim preferred to see his eyes without them.

As he glanced at the various missed Tim's texts on his phone, Kon grinned. He was on his way home now. Hopefully, his silence hadn't upset his lover. Kon hadn't ignored him purposefully - he'd just had a long list of things to do. And he wasn't finished yet. Walking back into the apartment, he closed the curtains and switched off the light. As he stepped into the balcony to remove the ashtray and place a vase with a single red rose on the table, he noticed the sun was just setting on the horizon. Perfect timing. He carefully placed tealight candles all along the balcony's frame, carefully lighting them with his lighter. That was tucked into his pocket as he quickly set the table, his ears already recognising the sound of Tim's heartbeat within the building.

As his boyfriend opened the door, Kon flew faster than a bullet to greet him, pressing their lips together as soon as the door was widened. His fingers grasped around Tim's tie, pulling him closer and inside the apartment. The kiss had been intended to be gentle and chaste, but soon emotion took over, as Kon deepened it; re-introducing their tongues to each other and savouring the taste of his boyfriend's saliva in his mouth.

Finally he pulled back with a small moan just as the temptation for either to grow overly handsy rose to the surface. "Welcome home, sunshine." He smiled. "I missed you." Kon confessed before continuing to lead him with the tie towards the balcony, where the table sat waiting with a bottle of red wine with two glasses. He let go of the tie, to pull out a seat for Tim, gesturing for him to take it.

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Kon blushed under the attention, crystal blue eyes focused on Timothy's darker ones; like waves of an ocean he could easily drown in. His words only making him sink deeper, as those fingers clung to Tim's neck for dear life. Lips pressed together in a passionate kiss as Tim said those three words; wanting to make sure his boyfriend understood that Kon returned the sentiment. "Love you too, sweetheart. Want to give you all of me. Every. Last. Bit." His words were tender but his tone was aggressive, coming out as a soft growl as Tim thrust his hips up once, whimpering after for more. He lowered his lashes as the day collar was put on, lips pulled into a happy smile, nodding furiously at the suggestion they seal it later with his heat vision. One of his hands left Tim's neck to trail along the titanium metal now clad around his, stroking it appreciatively; if the first one felt like being offered diamonds, this one felt impossible to put a price tag on. "I'm going to love you forever." He confessed softly before those lashes widened as he saw the other collar being placed around Tim's own neck. A brow quirked up with slight confusion. "I hope you know that if you did that a second sooner, you'd be vaporised right now." Kon laughed, only semi-jokingly. It had taken everything to hold his heat vision back when Tim had tried to take it from him just a few moments prior. Still, his fingers followed where Tim directed them to, grasping on the right steadily. "Is this a shared collar then?" He moaned as Tim's hands moved his hips fast, before testing it with a small yank to bring Timothy's lips back and up towards his before leaning back just out of reach teasingly. "Hands to yourself." He ordered - not completely in a firm voice, his body still in a sub-state - before holding him still with that collar's ring, his free hand gripping strongly onto Tim's shoulder - enough to leave a small bruise, as he bit his own lip, staring into Timothy's eyes enticingly once more with a devilish smirk before using just a pinch of superhuman speed and strength as he worked his thighs up and down, bouncing unabashedly on Timothy's cock. Hips thrust upwards before pushing back down as he greedily clenched and chased his own pleasure, lungs moaning heavily, as he did just that - used him like a toy; cum spilling from where they were joined with every bounce and shift of those muscular thighs.

Hearing what felt like possessiveness over the gift might have startled another but for Timothy, it was a part of their bond. Perhaps too many things have come between them throughout the years, or maybe they realize now what has been staring them in the face this whole time and are angry about all the time lost. Timothy could not explain most of the emotions the man in his lap encouraged, but he wanted to be fair. Timothy took a risk by saying what he wanted, the detail could have scared Kon from it or the Kryptonian getting pissed about being ‘owned.’ 

He did not remember the one snag that they would always be two very different people in the world and the public. That also meant accepting that he was and would always be Superboy here. The thought of doing otherwise never crossed Timothy’s mind when he wore a mask and beat up criminals in the dead of night. They had seen too much to go back now, but having each other completed something Timothy knew was missing for a long time. 

Lips were eagerly waiting for attention from their lover, wanting to be praised by them for his good deed with that slight affection that meant the world to Timothy. One Kon-El suggested they might need to tone down in public. Timothy disliked that. Lips parted from the warmth of Kon’s and he continued to listen patiently as hips started to roll softly, wanting Kon to feel him physically while having him mentally. That moan nearly caused his own; a soft gasp was given in greeting instead.  “We are on the same page regarding fights or breaking up. I like knowing you have it because even if we don’t work out, I want you to be happy Kon. I want to know you exist long after I no longer do.��� And a small piece of his possessiveness will latch on to knowing Kon put it somewhere safe, maybe at his home in Hawaii where Timothy would become another memory. 

Hands cupped his cheeks, making sure those eyes looked up into Kon’s without shades, without the facade of his overzealous personality. “I knew you would like it; I did not expect how strongly you would protect it. I promise I don’t want to take this away from you. It is yours. I. Am. Yours.” he made sure each point was defined to draw attention to how serious this was for him. “I love you. Those words are not ‘sweet nothing for me’. I’m maddening in love with you, the kind where I don’t see an end, only a built future.” Hands lowered to grab the necklace from the box. The back was twisted to separate so he could place it on Kon. Hips thrust up once to hear a little sound from Kon before moving his hands around that beautiful neck. The clasp was connected and twisted to seal away where it disconnected as if it did not exist. “Later, I can grab a mirror and you can use your laser eyes to meld it so it can’t be removed except from you.” He offered. Fingers found the leather clasp of the ‘play’ necklace to undo its buckle, sliding it away so the new piece remained. The collar was then turned and placed around his own longer neck, buckled up snuggly. “I trust you more than you will ever know because my life sometimes doesn't mean shit. But my soul and heart intertwine with yours now; I don’t want ‘out.’ ” He reached for one of Kon’s hands, moving it towards the collar to hook a finger into that small O ring. 

Hands now free, they went to Kon’s hips, grabbing humanly hard to make him move faster. A whimper escaped Timothy’s lips at his own sensitivity and how damn good it felt to be in Kon with slick, semen-coated walls trying to pump more from him in greed. 

He did not get to talk about the first part because his body was amping up again, with Kon in control of the collar. Later, they could circle back around to that and finish their questions. Right now, he wanted to vanish in Kon’s body, slow at first, then the tempo picked up. “Conner…” he whimpered the name. His senses were all over, but all of them was on fire due to Kon-El.  “A little tighter, baby. Make it hurt just enough for me to remember.” he breathed out, obsessed with this angle and view of Kon. "Go faster, go harder. Use me. I want you to."

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name: Pinky preference of communication: tumblr ims, unless we're main mutuals in which case you can ask for my discord. name of muse(s): Kon-El / Conner Kent / Superboy. best experience: Hard to pick, I love the long-running stories I have with @reddrakebird, but also dressing up the dash was fun! rp pet peeves / deal breakers: People assuming my characters reaction. If you need to write it in your post, just ask me and I'll be happy to provide. fluff, angst, or smut: You'll probably assume smut but I love all three. Character development is my fav and I feel like each of these contribute in different ways. plots or memes: memes are great as ice-breakers but I'm super happy to plot out stuff too! long or short replies: Middle? Too long and it'll take me a while to get back to you because it takes more concentration. Too short and I might feel like there's not much there to work with. Not that I'll ever get mad at someone for a one-liner. Sometimes they're perfect, especially when it comes to dash commentary! best time to write: Nights. I'm a night owl (but that could be early morning or late evening to some of you since I'm in the GMT timezone) are you like your muse: Nope, I wish! Kon is extroverted, shameless and doesn't care what anyone thinks of him. I on the other hand am a shy little bean. :) tagged by: @1mpulsee tagging: you! ♡

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// Had a rough week. Bear with me as I work on catching up here and elsewhere. ♡

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Timothy asked a valid question, one Kon hadn't thought about. "No. Once this goes on, it stays on." Kon answered, not liking the thought of removing it at all. "I'm always Superboy, Tim. If I hear trouble, it doesn't matter if I'm wearing my suit or not. I'm not just gonna not fly to help someone because I'm wearing something casual. So we'll either just have to tone it down with the PDA's when we're together and you're 'Tim', or I'll mask us the best I can." Kon leaned in to press their lips together again. It wasn't really an obstacle they'd faced in their relationship so far, but as they continued it - they'd have faced it eventually with or without a collar. Kon understood completely why Tim needed a civilian identity, but he didn't. Never had and wasn't particularly interested in having one like Jon or Clark. Being a superhero was his job. It's what he was made for. When he pulled back, Kon continued - letting out a soft moan as Tim moved his hips, eagerly rolling them with him. "If I'm upset with you, I still want to wear it. It'll help ground me. And I think it'll help you - because you'll know we're not through, even if we're having a rough patch. If we ever break up, I'd still like to keep it - though I wouldn't still wear it. You know. As something to remember you by." Kon began riding him again slowly, appreciatively, reassuringly, his hands slipping around and cupping Tim's cheeks, thumbs rubbing soft circles as he admired his boyfriend's thoughtfulness. "This is huge for me." He finally mumbled, letting down that cocky facade for another second. "Thank you, Timothy." Kon smiled.

The tinge of red vanished from around Kon-El’s eyes, telling Timothy that it was not just the oncoming tears but emotions heightening other things. He had to be more careful in remembering that when he dominated Kon, there was a moment of letdown. This was only the third time witnessing it, but enough to catch on that surprises may be best if fully covered outside of that kind of play if it required taking something from Kon, including himself. That was twice in one session he triggered Kon and while Timothy felt the guilt sink in, he was not going to be sad or pulled down by that emotion. It just meant he had to make strides to improve so he stopped doing that to his boyfriend.

Arms wrapped around his neck, that box lowered a bit so he could feel more of Kon as lips touched his own, his head tilted upward to feel all of those soft mouth on his. A chuckle came from his throat, lines on the side of his face and those teeth showing. “I think you are the sweetest asshole on the planet. That temper is something to beware of.” And it had been charging up. Timothy did not believe Kon would ever hurt him on purpose, but an accident could be possible. Just be more careful. 

The box was closed for a moment. “Oh? Okay. Go ahead.” Timothy waited for the questions to come, a hand reaching up to use that thumbpad so tears could be wiped away before they fell. Eyes looked then to the box as he made a ‘hmph’ noise in thought. That hand lowered to Kon’s hip, fingers gripping to make the man roll on it. Timothy was semi-hard but had not left Kon’s body yet. A few soft thrust encouraged that organ to engorge again, the friction, the dampness, and the way Kon tightened around him madehis breath feel a bit short at first. So damn tender, but it felt so fucking good. 

“Don’t hide it. Ever. I did not put this on you lightly and I want everyone to see it. Those who know, know. Those who do not will just think it is a really nice necklace. I do not have any shame in us being together.” And he was not going to let Kon-El feel that either. “That media are always the first to know. I think for peace of mind for us both, we do not reveal out identities. So Red Robin gave it to Superboy. It is not a lie, we are them. Oh,” He just thought. “I see the problem. If we go out as Tim and Conner, people will see that one of a kind necklace and know you are Superboy and I am Red Robin. I don’t want you to have to shield it. Should I buy another for your other alias?” It was a specific design, not found anywhere else because Timothy had designed it and had the shop make it.

That left the last question. A good one. “If we have a fight or break up? If we break up, you are free to do what you will with it.” That hand moved Kon-El’s hips again, slowly so both could still talk but keep him hard. Eyes hooded, that body feeling so hot as it snuggled his dick. “I have no plans on letting that happen.” He meant it to sound reassuring, not controlling. “If we… fight. Keep it on.” A shuddered breath worked up his chest. He had to get this on before he lost focus. Or they could wait. 

The box remained in one hand between them. His hand stilled Kon for a moment to get this part out. “Just because we are angry does not mean this," His hand rose to make a motion between the two, signaling Kon and him. Then returned to that hip where the fabric was waiting for him to pinch between his fingers, rubbing and stemming lightly to settle nerves. " - is over. We are still each other’s. Just need a moment to cool down. Unless you think you might break it out of anger? Then you should give it to me to hold onto, but I meant it when I said I did not want to take it off. Once this is on, it is on until it breaks for me. If you want something different, tell me, Conner.”

This was the best time for communication. A moment where sexual vulnerability mingled with something deeper for Kon-El, and Timothy was completely aware to reassure his lover.

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Kon's eyes immediately softened upon seeing the titanium necklace. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that Tim would be invested in the play enough to learn the terms, let alone indulge him with them. Kon's arms immediately went around his neck to pull him into a soft and apologetic kiss. "You're the sweetest asshole on this whole fucking planet." He breathed against his lips, before leaning back to admire the new necklace; the black plated metal was beautiful - neither overly feminine nor masculine - but Kon's favourite part was easily the gold ring in the centre, shining brightly as the light caught it, dazzling like the sun. "I love it." He sniffled with a genuine smile, eyes glazing over with happy tears. "I'll wear it with pride. But first, we need to set some ground rules." "Like, do you want me to cover it up around family and friends? The media? If they ask who gave it to me, is it Red Robin or Tim? What about when we fall out. Will you still expect me to wear it then?" They were all questions he needed answers to, as he lowered the telekinetic barrier he'd placed at the back of his neck. He knew he could probably break the day collar if he ever wanted out of it, but that didn't mean that a moment's rage was worth breaking something so priceless. Especially when one day he'd lose Tim. With this, he could hold onto a piece of him forever.

Timothy perked a brow, knowing the buckle was back there someone but all he felt was smooth, his hands lingering at that neck, arms in the air as Nordic-hued eyes found Kon-El’s. At first, he thought that pout was playful until he noticed the redness tingled around the edges. “Kon,” he asked, his voice deeper from their prior activities that caused his ‘roar’. “Kon, that is not-” That voice made his heart clench before the man in his lap squeezed those inner muscles harder, making it hurt. A hiss escaped as air pushed harshly through closed teeth. It hurt and not in a fun way when his dick was already sensitive from ejaculating after edging. That stole the breath from his lungs for a moment, so he could not explain. 

Hands moved to those shoulders but Kon must have thought he was making another attempt because the safe word was used. Tim yanked his hands back, putting both in the air for a surrendered gesture. “Conner,” he started, voice softening to match that face. “The collar means you are going to be submissive to me and I want to keep it that way. You cannot wear it out there when you won’t be to me. It ruins the symbolism of it.” Hands went down to those thighs, holding the man down on him as his voice did it's best to remain calm. To sooth. “Bring me your other present, please. I promise this will make you feel better about this.”

He was patient and waited for Kon to use his TK to bring the other box to him. That green ribbon untied as he opened it for Kon, sliding the box around before fingers lifted the lid to show him what was inside. “This one you will wear all the time.” The beautiful titanium necklace sat in the box, waiting patiently to be accepted. "It's called a 'day' collar. It tells other doms you are claimed as a submissive - you are mine." He hoped to explain this well because all information was absorbed during research. "I can't mark you with hickies, so this was the next best thing I could think of to claim you when we are not together."

He waited a few moments, letting Kon take in what he said. "Can I change them out? When we put the play collar on, I promise you can keep the 'day' one on if you don't want one to ever leave your skin."

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Kon preened into the attention, tilting his head back so that his throat was on display, Adam's apple pressed tightly against the ring of the collar. "Really? I'd never have guessed." He sassed back at his boyfriend, his own cock still standing straight up, thick and swollen with arousal, lips smiling with affection as he glanced back towards him. "Hey, Emo guys are hot.", Kon mumbled as his hands reached to pull him closer by the drawstrings of his hoodie. "Especially this one.", he giggled as he pressed their lips together once more. A small moan escaped him as Tim shifted inside him, giving a small teasing clench in return. "Completely, huh?" Kon quirked a brow before telekinetically placing a barrier between those fingers and its backing, preventing Tim from touching the leather or its buckle. - "Who said it's coming off?" Kon pouted, eyes tinging slightly red around the edges at even the prospect. Whether that was about to be an onslaught of tears or him holding back his heat-vision was anyone's guess. "You can't just claim a guy and then change your mind when you've had your fill!" Kon's voice grew a little heated and not just because he currently had Tim's dick in his ass. He clenched a little rougher, more possessively - although he had half a mind to get off it completely. "Zha, zha! That's like super uncool Tim."

The pieces came together; they had recently started watching ‘RuPaul’s Drag Race’ together in idle days or nights. It was to see how Timothy responded to crossdressing and he was happy that he passed that test because seeing Kon so happy and content was so special and beautiful that he ended up staring for a few moments longer than needed, tracing every curve, line, color, and shade of his face to his steel-trap memory so he could see it when those eyes closed. Never again would he forget, but just in case, he made a mental note to take photos often as possible of them. Kon-El would need them the most one day when memories of Timothy faded. “I loved you in it. Can’t wait to see other things on this gorgeous body.” The other hand slid up Kon-El’s thigh to caress it, loving how the stocking felt against his palm as he pushed up, only to switch so he could drag the tips of his fingers across it when he pulled back again. “Like us.” he said in retort to Kon’s admiration of his ‘play’ collar. 

The different nicknames were growing on him, each cute and loved because they came from Kon’s brain. The answer to that question was not expected. “What?” He laughed because when his mind was in that moment, it did not think or even hear the noises. Half the time, Timothy had no idea how loud he was. Gone, lost, not fully aware. Sex with Kon was a true weakness he loved exploiting in an attempt to get better, stronger, and more stamina. “The first one offends me!” was mocked, but the rouse dropped fast. “The second one is creative and sweet. I like that Kon. I like it a lot and may start using it in return.” So they could both enjoy an inside joke. 

The chain was released, letting it dangle and sway in front of Kon-El’s front to give the man freedom to move. When he touched the collar, Timothy first thought of what it meant. “It is a ‘playtime’ collar. Meant to be something to offer you a bit of tension and pressure when my hand isn’t enough.” A simple explanation given as he sat up, still hard inside Kon. “It is a way to make you submissive and know what I say I mean. That I will be taking charge completely.” Hands reached up, attempting to take it off. "When I put it on, that is what I want from you."

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"I did?" Kon sighed with far too much satisfaction, as he wiggled his hips happily against him, enjoying the sensation of being completely full. "Pretty sure that was you all you, babe." He winked back at him before laughing lightly. "I dunno, felt pretty." Kon smirked. "I've owned it a while. Never worn it around anyone else though. Been thinking about wearing it around you but wanted to see how you reacted to other men dressed up first. Y'know, just in case it freaked you out. Had I known, you'd go this nuts for it, I'd have worn it WAY sooner."

His hands go up to idly play with the chain of his collar again, running his fingertips over the metal links just as Tim pulled it tighter by his wallet. Kon let out a soft gasp, at the sensation, pouting his lips together to entice his boyfriend to kiss him. They really should have talked before placing it around his neck, but now he didn't want to bring up the conversation in case Timothy decided to take it off. "It's perfect." He smiled bashfully, for once unable to hide that moment of genuine vulnerability as Tim held the leash high and straight. He trembled underneath that praise, skin shivering pleasantly under the kisses until Timothy reached his lips, where he pressed back eagerly. "Love you too, Timaroo." He sighed happily into the kiss, nose nuzzling against him where he could until Tim pulled back and leaned back against the couch.

"It's because when you cum really loud, you kinda roar a little." Kon giggled. "Don't get me wrong, it's super hot. But surely you were around when Emo was a thing right? I bet you were secretly one of them. There was this whole cutesy trend where people would say 'Rawr means I love you in dinosaur'. So before we even said the read word to each other, I'd tell you that because I wanted you to know, but I was too chicken to say it." Kon points to the collar again before asking his question. "What does this mean to you?"

Timothy believed Kon-El when he said he could do it all day, killing him softly with an agony that weaved itself deep into his crotch if it was allowed. Maybe they would work up to that, for each time, Timothy could feel his stamina for it increasing, going longer and harder for extended periods. It was like training, but sexually.

Kon-El was one hell of a workout—his favorite kind. 

The slamming of his orgasm made it hard to communicate, to express how much he loved this and wanted more of it. How he would be good for a tease next time if that were what his boyfriend wanted but today, something had come over him, making the man ravenous for the Kryptonian. That mind only saw Kon, no one else in the attire, wanting to feel his skin, see that sexy face twist in pleasure, and hear his deep voice call out Tim’s name as he begged. 

Dirty talk that had once had him silent, unsure how to take it, now encouraged Timothy toward his orgasm. He was a slave to it, wanting to do what Kon requested and fill him up with every bit of his semen until the man smelled like Timothy long after as the body absorbed his essence. 

Time seemed meaningless as he did what his boyfriend wanted and filled him to the brim with every last bit, hips lifting up higher, needing to be seated deeper still. That tight ring pulsating around him seemed to match his heart pounding in his groin and head. BUMBUM, BUMBUM, BUMBUM. It added a new sensory that had him whimpering softly as hands trailed down to that thick rear in his lap to grab, kisses to his neck making him flex and pull Kon even tighter, shoving his cock fully in so more of that pearl-substance squeezed out coating his lap and upper thighs, smearing between them every time hands shifted Kon closer, then back so the rocks became slow before stopping 

He expected to be marked, but that sound came out. Half dizzy but fully satisfied, he noted it, yet could not figure out the reason or pattern. Not when his head was in the clouds of bliss. They remained like that, Timothy turning his chin to press firm kisses to Kon-El’s temple as hands began to roam over that exposed back, tracing muscles and ridges before heading back down to caress that ass, sliding under the garter belt and thong, a finger tracing along where they were connected to feel. “Damn, you got us fucking wet there.” a soft chuckle worked up his throat, head leaning back on the couch while hands continued to roam. “What brought this on? You got yourself an outfit that fits and everything. Damn Kon. I don’t know what came over me, but I could not fucking let you move from that counter until I felt all of you. If I could go again, I would. But I am gonna need a few.” a content laugh was given as one hand reached around to their front, slipping between the gap of their bodies, blindly searching for the chain so fingers could slip down the cool metal. He debated pulling it tighter or not before going for it just to see if Kon would moan at that sensation. 

“Again, not Kryptonite, but it seemed effective enough, yeah? You were so good for me.” he praised, pressing more kisses to that temple before using his other hand to reach for Kon-El’s chin to lift it so he could lazily kiss those lips, eyes closed as he enjoyed their sensitivity and the way it sent a fading jolt down his spine. His body was not ever done with Kon; he just needed to recharge. When their mouths parted, he mumbled affectionately against that strong chin. “I love you, Kon.” he had not said it before and now his brain was clear enough to convey it. As promised, it was sealed with another kiss before that crown settled back to the couch so he could see the man without being blurred. That left hand remained on the chain, unwilling to let it go just yet as another connection point. 

“I think we both loved our presents, don’t you?” he teased, then asked his first question. “Sometimes, you do this cute little dinosaur noise at me. I noticed it in Hawaii, but afraid I don’t get it. Explain it to me.”

[kryptclonian]

If his boyfriend wanted a show, Kon was determined to give him one; raising his hands behind his head so that all his muscles flexed, as those strong stocking-clad thighs raised his core up and down slowly upon Timothy's cock. His half-lidded eyes met his boyfriends and he slowly crept into his mind; a deep blush rose to his cheeks once more at the hunger he found there. His lips smirked, confidence renewed as he rocked his hips to an undulating rhythm, clenching every time he dragged his body upwards, as though he was clinging to the muscle inside him. "Mmm, could do this all day but if you insist-" Kon half-grinned, half-moaned as he dropped the telekinesis without a fight, being careful to maintain the same rhythm and speed as Timothy had requested. He followed the chain happily, not wanting to even risk breaking the beautiful collar that his boyfriend had chosen for him, till he was staring his lover in the face, "Yeah?" He smiled smugly, "I was gonna see if we could go the whole day. Keep teasing you, until you couldn't handle it, until you had to have me But then you had to pull out the big guns-." Kon leant his head back ever so slightly, just to give the chain a bare minimum of tension, as he continued to ride him; eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. "You're so sexy when you take control. When you take what's yours." Kon encouraged with dirty but honest words, loving how they felt slipping from his tongue. He gasped audibly with anticipation as he felt the swelling of the cock inside him, "Yes, yes, yes, fill me up baby~" Kon groaned as he felt the warmth of his boyfriend's ejaculation inside him, sighing blissfully as the chain was yanked again, head following its direction, as he wrapped his arms around Tim's neck. "So good to me. So fucking good." He praised, as he held him, Tim's cock still firmly rooted inside him, no longer moving, but wanting to keep him as close as possible. He kissed along the side of his neck that he could reach, as he waited for him to come down from his orgasm, before nuzzling into the crook and mumbling. "Rawr." affectionately.

Timothy had dropped character for a moment to give Kon-Em the proper attention. He could hear the fear; the begging need for Timothy not to go. Where would he go? He had the most wonderful man before him who accepted Tim for everything, even his madness, even when it hurt Kon. Timothy would never forget the vulnerability of a God when he looked into those sad eyes and wanted nothing more than to chase them away with kisses and touches. He reassured his boyfriend that they were not done; he simply wanted to move to a new location so he could see Kon as he rode him. The man knew he was sexy, but did he know how those half-hooded eyes looked and those lips quivered when he repeated Tim’s name over and over?  

Those hungry, desperate kisses were not only taken but returned, needing Kon-El to know how starved he was of him, how the pain helped him think of all the things he wanted to spend a lifetime doing to this man. Those powerful hands gripped his hoodie tight until they were in the position he was aching for. A hiss was forced between clenched teeth as the touch both burned and relieved him. The coldness of the lube did not even make him flinch before his plan went into motion. 

Eyes locked onto each other and he watched the most fascinating thing transpire as all that concern and panic fluttered away. Left behind was the same confident man who teased and seduced him as he sank slowly down onto his cock. Breaths quickened, that skin pushing down with friction, causing his ache to fade a little, as if that were feeding it to be satisfied for a moment. “You do too.” was rushed out, that head spinning with how it felt with a TK cock ring on still. Like heaven and hell, paradise and war. 

The chain loosened when lips found his, a hand not holding that chain, moved to those hips to twist his fingers into the garter and panties that were moved to the side, rubbing along his cock lightly but noticeable with how sensitive he was. Tighter those fingers got until the material threatened to rip. The chain was twisted tighter at first, before releasing some slack so he could push Kon away from his lips to sit up straight. “I want to watch you.’ and he did. The chain was pulled just enough to add pressure but not to yank him closer. As Kon-El moved, Timothy’s hand went with those hips, latched to the material left there. “There… just like that. Don’t go any faster.” His voice wavered with the sensations and when he felt like he would burn away, he grunted out. “Drop the tk.” best he could. The release of that unknown plug and the band around him had a gasp of breath taken in. He could fucking breath without pain, but his climb started over, only a hum that build faster and faster. “Fuck.” he barked out, having never felt this intensity of a climb. 

Tim had no idea what came over him, but he yanked that Kon had little choice but to follow or break his new collar. Tim wanted them close, so Kon could see the arousal in his face as he told him. “You look so fucking hot. I was not going to take No for an answer.” 

Lips parted as the ping laced down his groin, that dick swelled seconds before he came. There was nothing subtle or quiet, Timothy’s head leaned back on his shoulders and he roared it towards the ceiling of their apartment without any remorse for the poor neighbors on the other side of that wall. 

The chain yanked to pull kon against him, the arm abandoning that chain to wrap around those shoulders tight and hold Kon’s body as if he were going to fall where no space was between them. His head was over Kon’s shoulder, grunted noises given as he jerked hard into Kon-El, the orgasm so over stimulating that he kept cumming for a good few seconds later than normal; those last few thrust making it leak from Kon-El. 

Then he was panting, desperate to catch his breath.

[kryptclonian]

If Timothy was trying to kill Kon through sheer lust alone, it was working; with a collar around his neck, that husky whisper after his boyfriend had just willingly tasted his cum, and asking for more- Kon couldn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on. There was no sassy comeback, no verbal retaliation; just his eyes fixated on his boyfriend and his lips. "Fuck, Tim." His voice is shaky as his boyfriend turns him onto his back, and licks his way up him. Part of him is afraid he's dreaming again. That this can't possibly be real; no where has he ever felt this wanted, this needed.

He's not even afraid to admit he absolutely whined when Tim pulled out - and this is when it begins to feel real again, this is when he's going to be told he's a disappointment, or that he needs to leave. "No, no, no-" He has to remind himself that this is his boyfriend, his boyfriend who loves him, who isn't some stranger he'd found off the street. "Don't stop. Please baby, I'll be so good." He's genuinely begging now, hands clawing at his hoodie to try and pull him back to him. Tears begin to prick at his eyes until his boyfriend takes him by the hand and says calmly, "Hey. Look at me. I am not finished with you yet, Conner. I'll be back inside of you soon. Come over here to the couch." as he began guiding him there. It takes a few minutes longer as they stumble, Kon still gripping him by the hoodie as he kisses him fiercely, like his life depends on it. Eventually, they got there, and Kon moaned into the kiss as he was pulled back down onto Tim's lap, already scrambling to line him back up as the lube was handed to him, leaning his head to the side so he could pour some directly onto that red, swollen gland - his hand holding him in place, glazed blue eyes staring at Tim for permission. The clip was heard but not registered until he finally stared down at Tim's hand; his heart hammering in his chest, cock twitching against his boyfriend's stomach as he realised he was tied to a makeshift leash. All the trepidation and fear in his eyes left until only fondness and arousal remained. The second the command was given, Kon was sinking back onto him; letting out a greedy moan as he panted - deliberately taking it slowly so that Tim could feel himself buried back into that warmth inch by inch until he bottomed out. "Timmmm~" Kon sighed with satisfaction as he circled his hips to feel every inch he could before rising again quickly to repeat the process. "Fuck, you feel so good." He breathed out, darting forward to give him more kisses - unless of course that chain was yanked, in which case he'd obey.

The pain helped him focus on giving Kon pleasure; his own diminished and stalled. It was a sweet kind of agony that echoed in his muscles and bones at the hindrance, while external flesh felt everything. The disconnect was new, exciting, and urged his actions to become slightly shameless in his attempts to keep the act going, to give Kon-El what he desired. Make no mistake, there was enjoyment in this side of himself, but it was an exploration and he was undetermined if this was his baseline approach to being dominant. 

With Kon it was easy; the man enticed him like no other. What had once been embarrassment from his shamelessness now turned into ecstasy. Nordic hues irises cast themselves between them, at first to watch his cock go in and out of Kon-El’s ass, reappearing only to sink back in and vanish into that warm depth. Then they looked up in time to see the precum spurt from that throbbing dick. The hand on that hip reached down to swipe a finger across the tip, pulling it up to his mouth where lips encircled it to suck the substance from it where Kon could see in plain sight. Timothy did not have a fetish like his boyfriend, but he knew what that would do, how it would visually stimulate the man beneath him, panting and nearly reaching his FIRST orgasm. Timothy made sure his moan at that taste was loud enough to be heard, before slipping his finger from that mouth to whisper. “Taste so good. You got more for me, baby?” That voice was laced with the ache in his groin, making it harsher, needier. 

He could feel Kon-El undulating around his cock, faster as that hand moved to pump himself. Tim’s name on repeat was a symphony he was growing used to, addicted even. Or so he thought as his hips slowed and paused, feeling Kon’s body wrap tightly around him then release the pressure, repeating as his orgasm lingered and faded slowly. That hot kiss needed but nothing was as beautiful as those words. So simple, yet they struck him down to his core because Kon said it in a way that had vulnerability laced into it, leaving no room for doubt. 

Leaning back, he released the chain necklace so it loosened around that neck. Hands adjusted Kon’s left leg around him so the man was now on his back. Timothy leaned down, licking the tip of that cock first to clean off what cum remained before chasing it’s path on that stomach. His favorite ridges were licked slowly, making up time so Kon could recover as he cleaned up what he could see, even that which had splattered across that broad chest. A nipple was sucked on, unable to resist before he patted Kon’s ass and pulled out. Timothy vanished from sight for a moment as he lowered himself to get the pants off and grabbed something into his hand that was tucked to his side and into his pocket of the hoodie. The lube was also tucked there for a moment. 

A hand went to Kon’s, pulling the man up from the counter to stand before leading him to the couch. Timothy’s balls were tighten and heady, dick bobbed back and forth, looking swollen and angry from the friction with no release. He walked backward until the couch tapped the back of his knees, causing him to sit down, his hand releasing Kon’s so both could grab at the strap of the garter belt and yank the man into his lap. He grunted at the weight of his boyfriend, chin tilting up while one hand fumbled to find the lube, pull it out, and offer it to Kon-El. 

The distraction was used as a slight of hand had Timothy pull something that smelled of metal from his jacket before reaching up, the clip heard as the chain from his wallet was revealed now clipped to Kon-El like a leash. It was short, but long enough to be used as he gave a hard yank on it, just to test the feel while he stared at Kon’s face to gauge if he liked this. “Ride me.” That tone was not a request while the chain was pulled down slowly, tightening that collar more.