#wip: tim + clonecest

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WIP excerpt; "Tim + clonecest". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

They’re still both fully hard, he notes, despite the lack of direct stimulation or anything particularly sexual occurring in the past few minutes, and–

Kon flicks his forehead again and raises both eyebrows at him. Tim clears his throat. 

“I’m not that in my head,” he lies. Kon snorts; Match looks dubious. 

“You were literally just discussing extrapolating sexual behavior based on information gathered from a previous test subject,” he says. “And getting off on it.” 

“In my defense, you and Kon definitely were both reacting similarly to the same stimulation,” Tim says, because embarrassment is for cowards who do not have a nonzero chance at getting demi-double-teamed tonight. Kon and Match both–pause, and then both give him the exact same blank look. Tim doesn’t get why, though them reacting in unison is becoming a familiar experience. Just while they’re on the subject and all. “When I was jacking you off, I mean. You both seemed to like the same things then.” 

“You–what, you were actually trying to duplicate your results?” Kon asks, half-laughing and looking–awkward, momentarily, and for some reason a little self-conscious. Tim resists the urge to frown. 

“I mean, not exactly,” he says. “I just kept doing the same things to both of you at the same time. Did you not notice that? I assumed you’d noticed that.” 

How did they not notice that, more like, between their TTK and their super-senses? They’d have to be deliberately not paying attention to–

. . . ah.

“Oh,” Kon says, and turns red. “I–uh–I didn’t–” 

Match, somehow, finds a way to look even blanker than before.

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Tim/match anon… it’s been six hours but maybe if you see this you would join me in my desire to examine Tim’s attachment to Kon through a lens of a clone of a clone… aka Tim/match…they fascinate me, I want to put them under a microscope or shake them in a jar…

“If you idiots say one more stupid line to each other, my meaningless ‘social construct’ and I are going to go take care of ourselves,” Match says witheringly, just eyeing them both. 

“Oh, that’d be unfortunate,” Tim says, but also can’t help giving him a mild little smile. “So that’s an all-clear to say stupid lines to you, got it. Do you want to be the test group or the control?” 

“I want to go back to being a supervillain,” Match mutters as his face flushes just red enough to show. Which admittedly isn’t particularly hard, given how pale he is, but Tim’s still gonna count it as a victory. 

“I know they say crazy fucks better but trust me, man, good-guy crazy is way better in bed than bad-guy crazy,” Kon informs him. “Good-guy crazy makes you eggs in the morning and almost never tries to stab you.” 

“I’m stabproof,” Match reminds him dubiously. 

“Yeah, I thought that too, once upon a time,” Kon mutters under his breath. “Then I took a Batarang to the knee.” 

“. . . I don’t want to know,” Tim decides. He really just doesn’t need to figure out which other Bats Kon has been in the sack with. Just–really doesn’t, no. Ideally ever. 

“I mean, it’s not really like it’s a secret or–” Kon starts. 

“I don’t want to know.” Tim emphasizes, narrowing his eyes at him. 

“. . . gotcha, buddy.”

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Could we get Tim + clonecest for the Wednesday wip poll?

“Oh god, that’s right, we’re in a trust fund baby’s bedroom right now,” Kon groans theatrically, making a show of covering his eyes with an arm. “Fuckin’ landlord class up in here, wow, what am I supposed to do about that?” 

“I don’t know, are you looking to rent?” Tim asks with a smirk. “We’re always taking applications.” 

“Forget the fuckin’ freak, you’re such a fuckin’ nerd,” Kon says with a laugh, dropping his arm to tug him in closer against–well, maybe he’s just meaning to tug Tim in closer against himself, but Tim’s still straddling both of their thighs and it’s not like Match has gone anywhere himself, so it’s both of them that he ends up tugged in closer against, ‘til both of their cocks are just shy of brushing the armor on his thighs. Which is fine by him, for obvious reasons. 

Two Kryptonians with one radioactive space mineral, right?

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WIP excerpt: Tim + clonecest. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Tim, extremely briefly, has a flashed image of Kon and Match’s pretty pink cunts splitting open around a fat, slicked-up toy made of something strong enough to really open them up–a dildo or a vibrator, maybe, or maybe a double-ended dildo, because if Tim isn’t gonna get double-teamed, at least he could get a toy to take up the cause for him. 

He pictures those matched cunts all hot and soaked and stretched around shiny promethium or polished-up blue kryptonite or maybe a combination of both. Promethium studded with blue kryptonite, maybe. Tim doesn’t know if a studded dildo would actually feel as good as most porn wants him to think it would, but the image is still appealing. 

If it was double-ended, they’d have to work together to take it. They’d have to–

Tim has to stop that line of thought before he either swoons like a Victorian maiden in immediate vicinity of a fainting couch or blows his load before he even gets his damn dick out. Or, like–both. Both is definitely a concern. 

“Jesus, what just made your heart do that?” Kon says with a heated, flustered little laugh. Tim debates the merits of honesty, then decides maybe just “a certain point of view” honesty will have to do in this situation. 

“I was trying to think of ways I could get you both off at once,” he replies matter-of-factly, and just doesn’t mention the specific images still filling up his head with thoughts of Kon breathless and panting and answering for a tight-lipped, flushed Match every time Tim asks them how it feels, how they feel, how they like their present that he made just for– 

Tim definitely needs to stop that line of thought. Immediately.

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Tim + clonecest for wip not Wednesday please! 🙏

“You’re such a fucking freak, man,” Kon says fondly, the corner of his mouth ticking up in an amused–something softer than a smirk, is all Tim’s going to let himself process there. It’s . . . slightly flustering, maybe. He clears his throat and gestures pointedly from Kon to Match and then back again, trying not to blush. 

“In my defense, virgins don’t usually come with a free and equally attractive cheat sheet of their body’s favorite erogenous zones,” he replies frankly. “And, you know–the Bat thing, obviously, yeah. Evidence and investigation and implementation of a plan are all so far up my alley that I might as well be the local landlord.”

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Tim + clonecest please?

“Virginity is a social construct that means literally nothing and has no value beyond the personal,” he says. “But also I’m desperately turned on by the idea that your metaphorical brother from another cloning lab doesn’t know what he likes in bed yet and debating how well we can translate what you like in bed to extrapolate into getting him absolutely goddamn wrecked tonight. It’s a dichotomy. I’m working through it.”

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For WIP Wednesday can I also ask for tim + clonecest please? I am loving that one 🤩

Tim is having an extremely difficult time not letting his eyes glaze over here, which–it’s fine. Mask’s still on anyway. So . . . fine, yeah. Totally. 

“Off-topic, huh?” Kon asks with a leering grin, and Tim considers either smacking him upside the head or dying of mortification on the spot.

He could multitask it, probably.

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Tim clonecest mayhaps 👀👀👀

Kon leans into his hand, shifting his weight forward just enough that he can feel the muscles of the other’s inner thigh flex against the muscles of his inner thigh, and Match shifts in place at the same moment, which means he can also feel the muscles of his inner thigh flex against the muscles of his other inner thigh, and just . . . yeah. Yeah, that’s a thing that Tim is currently feeling. 

He really wishes he’d thought to come up with a few contingency plans for the possibility of this situation coming up, but in his defense, the possibility of this situation literally never would’ve occurred to him before he had both of these two on his bedroom floor with their jeans shoved down around these exact same muscled thighs and both of their steel-hard cocks gripped in his fists and both of their soft wet cunts exposed between those muscled thighs, so like . . . yeah. 

Yeah. 

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Tim + clonecest for the wip game. RIP Timothy 😏

“Sure,” Tim attempts, trying not to let his eyes glaze over or his brain overload or . . . whatever, exactly, his brain is trying to do right now. It’s–trying to do a lot of things, it feels like. Like, it seems that way, anyway. Admittedly he is not exactly in a position to, like . . . recognize that, really. 

Kon sniggers and Match’s glower turns this close to petulant, so like . . . so much for getting a handle on that, Tim guesses. Or literally anything, at this point. 

“I feel like we’re getting off-topic,” he says, clearing his throat and putting a hand on both of their shoulders. Similarly to how he is currently straddling, again, both of their thighs. Currently, and simultaneously, and at the same time, even. 

Honestly, Tim isn’t sure he remembers what the topic actually was, but he can wing it. Context clues, or whatever. He’s good at context clues.

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tim + clonecest, pls ^^

Alright, fine, Tim thinks: what does he have? His bedroom, his burningly attractive best friend who’s promised to make him come like a freight train, and said best friend’s virgin . . . brother, kind of, who explicitly doesn’t know what he likes in bed, and Tim is personally currently straddling one of both of their thighs, and . . . and, uh . . . uh . . . 

Tim had a thought process . . . somewhere in there, he’s pretty sure. Like–arguably. Probably. He . . . maybe, yeah. 

. . . . . . maybe.

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Tim and clonecest for thos weeks wip wednesday please? Im thinking about how much tim was thinking about match and kons cunts

Jesus, Tim thinks a little faintly, wishing he had whatever superpower it’d take to let him control his blood flow a little better. Just . . . he very much needs some of it in his brain right now, is the thing. Just enough to let them all get off as satisfyingly as possible without him accidentally being an asshole about either boundaries that Kon’s probably not going to admit to having or being Match’s literal goddamn first time. Just that much. He’s not gonna be greedy here or anything. 

“I could,” Match says, a brief flash of something almost sullen crossing his face, like he thinks Tim in any way doubts his capacity to earn anything, and Tim’s blood supply absolutely refuses to listen to him in any way whatsoever. 

Again: Jesus. 

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tim + clonecest for wip wednesday ?

“Who’s earning anything?” Tim asks, raising an eyebrow at him. Kon snickers; Match keeps glowering. Tim . . . wonders, a little, exactly how transactional they're both expecting this situation to be. 

Kon is almost definitely expecting to be performing way too damn much in the way of transactional behavior here, though, and is very definitely not applying any theoretical “earning” of anything in this situation to anyone but himself. Or at least, any theoretical “earning” that he might be applying to Match is probably more subconscious projection than an actual thing that Kon would genuinely think if he actually thought it through. 

So that’s . . . definitely something that’s both a concern and also, uh . . . cripplingly, cripplingly hot at the same time. 

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Tim + clonecest pls

Tim eyes Kon suspiciously a moment longer, waiting for the other to try and tell him what Cass or Jason or god forbid Dick is like in bed, then decides not to tempt fate and looks over at Match instead. He smiles blithely at him, and Match frowns back suspiciously. 

“Not interested in any Batarang time, then?” Tim asks lightly. Match’s frown turns into a dubious glower. 

“That’s actually an even worse line,” he says. “You do not in any way deserve to be rewarded for that line.” 

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Hi, so sorry you're stressed but looking forward to all the great porn writing that will come out of it. Can I request Tim/Kon/Match for the pairing please? Thank you!

“Someone telekinetically grabbed your ass and you think it wasn’t me, man?” Kon teases, wagging his own eyebrows at him, and Tim’s cocks a little higher. 

Hm, he thinks, and momentarily slants his eyes towards Match. Which is likelier: Kon downplaying the level of groping he’s doing, or Match keeping his mouth shut about doing any of his own?

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tim/match if it’s not too late

“Well, doing it that way was just easier on my end, honestly,” Tim says, figuring he should avoid letting them get stuck on that particular realization. Apparently it had not, in fact, actually occurred to Kon and Match that both of their bodies might react the same way to the same treatment. 

He’s just going to assume that was just them both deliberately not having that particular realization in self-defense, because neither of them is stupid and if nothing else, it really has been very, very goddamn obvious that they both like being touched in the same ways. 

“Uh–right,” Kon says, then visibly steels himself and flashes Tim a too-quick grin that’s just a little too tight. Tim represses an instinctive frown. “Like, either way, man, it’s definitely our turn to do some experimenting. I dunno, test out some tubes, maybe.” 

Tim snorts; Match rolls his eyes. Kon’s grin loosens up a little, and he slides a hand up the back of Tim’s thigh and squeezes just under his ass. Tim resists making another joke about “duplicating results”, considering the other two still seem a little sensitive about their increasingly obvious issues around the idea of touching each other instead of just him. 

Honestly, Tim is not a hundred percent sure if he’s not just a convenient excuse for them to see each other like this, whether either of them’s gotten up the guts to look yet or not. At least on Match’s end, anyway. He has a hard time imagining Kon doing anything like that without asking him first. 

Though that’s assuming Kon’s doing it on purpose, obviously. 

“Oh, so you’ve got a hypothesis in mind?” he asks mildly, and Kon grins lazily at him, and Match looks unimpressed with both of them. Though that’s pretty typical, in Tim’s experience of him; he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Match impressed by anything. The closest he’s even seen him to enjoying something was when he’d had his hand around his dick, and even that he’s only mostly sure Match was enjoying. 

Well, at least the other didn’t smack him across the room with his TTK for it, which coming from Match seems like a ringing endorsement. Tim wouldn’t mind a bit more “endorsement”, honestly, but also he knows when to manage his expectations. 

“Only if you wanna be my hot lab assistant, Rob,” Kon teases, and Match sighs in irritation. “Lab coat optional, obviously.”

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GASP!!!! TIM + CLONECEST IS BACK IN ROTATION OMG!! CAN I HAVE SOME OF THEM PLS I'M SO INSANE ABOUT THAT WIP!!!! ^v^

“What did you have in mind?” he asks, and Kon grins at him again and only looks a little self-conscious about it. Tim’s pretty sure the answer isn’t going to involve him getting double-teamed by demi-Kryptonian dick, giving Kon’s current concerns about hurting him, but a guy can dream. 

In his defense, again, he is the kind of person who jumps off buildings and only figures out the plan on the way down.