#<- guy who cant write a sex scene without making it sappy apparently

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oh yeah also!!! snippet of the timkon vday fic i will hopefully finish like over the weekend or something!!! (this snippet is sfw but the fic itself will not be...)

Tim’s fingers linger, brushing the back of his neck as he fastens the choker. “There,” he murmurs, and seals the clasp with a kiss to Kon’s nape.

The moment the projector comes into contact with his skin, Kon goes still.

It’s—

It’s weird.

It’s not a wholly pleasant feeling, if he’s entirely honest. The world shrinks down dizzyingly fast, from the wide, expansive spread of everything down to just this room. He can’t hear the cars outside or the dancers in the club he and Tim were at earlier, or Ma snoring back in Kansas, or the sea lapping at the shore halfway around the world.

The strength drains out of his body. It leaves him feeling… heavy. He’s grounded where he sits, and he can feel that he can’t simply fly away now. Of course, he still has his TTK, his aura sprawling through the apartment, but it’s not the same.

Kon lets out a slow breath. Okay. Okay. He’s been depowered a few times before. It’s just… been a while, that’s all.

“You okay?” Tim’s arms slip around his waist, his hands sliding up Kon’s ribs to his chest. He presses Kon backwards, encouraging him to lean into him.

Kon takes that suggestion, slumping back into Tim’s embrace. Tim’s arms are steadfast around him as he drops his head back against Tim’s shoulder. He can feel Tim’s heart beating against his back.

“Yeah.” Kon swallows hard. He can feel the cool metal of the projector against his throat, rapidly warming from his body. It feels…

He feels… vulnerable.

“You sure?” Tim brushes a gentle kiss to his jaw, lingering. “We don’t have to do this if it’s too much, or feels bad, or anything. I want you to enjoy yourself, so if you’re not—”

“I’m sure, Rob,” Kon interrupts.

He takes another breath and lets it out slowly. It’s kinda weird to have to breathe so often. He usually does, don’t get him wrong—he had to breathe at regular human rates before all his powers came in, so the muscle memory is there—but actually feeling the burn in his chest if he doesn’t breathe in fast enough is weird.

“I’m sure.” He shifts in Tim’s arms, rolling over a little so he can look up at Tim properly. “Just, like, gimme a minute to get used to it.”

Tim studies his face for a moment. Whatever he finds there satisfies him, because he just nods, then kisses Kon’s nose, brow, and forehead. “Take all the time you need.”

“Mm.”

Kon lays his cheek against Tim’s shoulder and tucks his face into his neck. He likes feeling the warmth of Tim’s skin against his own, the quiet ba-dum, ba-dum of his heart beating in his chest. Tim used some of his rarely-touched fancy cologne for tonight’s date; Kon can still smell it on his collar.

Tim’s arms curve about his shoulders, one of his callused hands stroking slowly up and down Kon’s upper arm. He caresses the curve of Kon’s bicep and strokes his thumb against the inside of Kon’s elbow before he rubs his palm back up his arm to the shoulder, slow and hypnotic, over and over.

Kon shivers.

He feels vulnerable and soft, cut off from hearing everything he’s used to. He’s not used to it. But it’s not a bad feeling, not when he’s lying on Tim’s chest, completely secure in Tim’s arms. It’s… different, yes, but not bad.

In fact, it’s a little exciting. He already knows Tim would never ever dream of hurting him—duh, Tim would cry and have, like, seven existential crises on the spot if he had to—and being vulnerable with Tim around means he’s, like…

Protected.

Kon takes another breath. Lets it out slowly. He’s not used to feeling protected. To looking to someone else for safety. It’s kind of… awe-inspiring? Incredible? Breathtaking?

Tim’s thumb swipes gently over his shoulder again. He’s languid and relaxed, his voice low and warm in a way that ignites sparks in Kon’s blood. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

Kon breathes in again. Tim’s cologne smells of citrus and spice.

He tips his head up, glances up at Tim through his eyelashes. Tim looks down at him, his expression tender but intense.

“Rob,” Kon says, keeping his gaze fixed on Tim’s face. He smiles, a little shy, but excited. This is such a new feeling. “You’re gonna… you’ll take real good care of me, right?”

Color blossoms across Tim’s cheeks. His lips part slightly, his eyes wide; his flush runs all the way down his neck. Even his ears turn red. “I—”

Kon giggles, looping his arms around Tim’s neck. It’s nice to know he’s not the only one a little bit out of his depth here, reveling in the novelty of… of all of this. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tim manages after a second, a little breathless. “Yeah, of course.”

#rimi writes #its supposed to be hot but so far its just mushy sdkfhjkds #<- guy who cant write a sex scene without making it sappy apparently #theyre in love . what can i say. #timkon #tim #kon