Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.
Summary: Despite his outward disposition, Superboy really does have a gentle heart.
Warning: Superboy/Robin, slightly OOC for Superboy possibly
Superboy is hard: hard muscle on his chest, arms and legs, hard ice-blue eyes that seem to stare straight into you, a hard voice from years of not being able to speak, a hard personality from years of isolation and restraint.
Superboy is soft: soft hands that know just where to touch, soft lips that place gentle kisses on a fluttering pulse point, a soft smile that brings vulnerability to his eyes, soft skin that quickly heats underneath nimble hands, a soft laugh despite his gruff voice.
Robin gasps when he feels Superboy's mouth latch on to one of his nipples, gently sucking and pulling. Superboy pulls away and presses his lips against Robin's chest.
"Does this feel good?"
They're in Robin's room, clothes and sunglasses lying in a dark corner. Robin is straddling Superboy, his hands resting on Superboy's hips, Superboy's member sheathed inside of him. Superboy is leaning against the headboard, legs spread and body slick with sweat.
"Does this feel good?" Superboy asks again, blue eyes questioning.
Robin smiles and cups Superboy's face in his hands. He kisses him, tasting chocolate with an undertone of mint toothpaste. He trails open-mouthed kisses on Superboy's jaw and neck.
"It feels amazing." Robin pants, his hips rocking. He chuckles when he hears Superboy take in a breath. "I love you."
"Love?" Robin can hear the question in his voice. "I'm. . . not sure I understand."
Robin wraps his arms around Superboy's neck and pulls their body flush together. He kisses Superboy's trembling eyelids and gentle bites on his earlobe. He pulls away, one hand on Superboy's shoulder while the other clutches the headboard.
"Let me show you how much I love you."
Robin begins to move up and down on Superboy's member, and Superboy's trembles beneath him, hips moving in time to his thrusts. Robin slides his hand over Superboy's chest, and he can feel his heart hammering beneath his ribs. He begins to move faster, thrusting up and down on Superboy's hard member, his entrance aching with the intrusion. Superboy moans and grunts, hands running up and down Robin's sides, thumbs dancing over his nipples.
"I love you." Robin grunts. "I love you!"
Superboy kisses him hard, his teeth biting into Robin's bottom lip.
"I love you, too!"
As stars dance in front of Robin's eyes, the fire that dances in Superboy's eyes tells him he means it.