And then Kon leaned in to whisper into his ear - “Next time, I’m cuffing you to the bed.” Tim felt something inside him melt into a puddle of liquid and oh God, Kon kept going, panting slightly as Tim’s hands quickened their pace. “I’d stick my fingers in you and tease you fo-FUCK, that felt good! I’d tease you for hours.” Tim could imagine that, he could imagine how Kon’s fingers would feel inside of him and he felt a familiar rush gathering inside of him. “Kon…Kon…”

Kon grunted, the noise a hot brush of air into the shell of his ear before he ground out, “I’m gonna make you come just with my fingers. I’ll make you beg for my cock inside your sweet, sweet ass.” That did it. “YESSS!” He hissed between clenched teeth and let the pleasure wash over him, his fingers continuing their rough strokes to milk the orgasm out for all its worth. Tim buried his face against Kon’s neck, whimpering and moaning into the golden skin as he shuddered and trembled his way through the pleasure.

Tim blinked the tears out of his eyes, realizing that Kon was guiding his hips to roll against him. Tim followed the silent instructions of his hands, bringing his trembling fingers back around Kon’s hardness and worked earnestly to bring the meta off. Kon let out a gasp, “Fuc-!” before his hands tightly clenched around Tim’s waist, holding him in place as he released his pleasure into Tim’s waiting fingers. Tim stared breathless and a tad blankly at the wall in front of him, dazedly noting the damage Kon had done to the headboard.

Tim let out a small, weary chuckle as he wondered if he should just look into getting a special titanium reinforced bed or something. Kon dropped his head on Tim’s shoulder, pressing kisses onto whatever patch of skin that came under his lips as he murmured, “We need to get a stronger bed.”

Tim nodded wearily in agreement. “And no more wood.” Kon let out a small questioning noise, not bothering to move from his position but still Tim understood. “Don’t want any more splinters.” Kon let out a small snicker, “Splinters in hard to reach places, that’d be something dude.”

Tim slapped Kon’s abs, trying not to laugh at the “Ew! Gross, dude!” that Kon let out at the extremely sticky residue that was left behind on his abs. He suckled at a nearby earlobe, murmuring, “Wanna go wash up?” There was silence for a few heartbeats before Kon’s arms wrapped completely around Tim, “Gimme 10 minutes.”

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I apologize for any errors. I pretty much vomited this out between 2-4 am.

There may or may not be an omake to this.

I hope you liked it anon :D

omg, yes. I love dirty talk!! Kon you had better make good on that promise! lol.

*___* an omake would make me love you forever and ever. <3

seriously, I loved this fill, thanks for filling the prompt. :D