This is a shorter chapter. It's also entirely smut. Right Here, Porn without Plot.
I would also like to apologize for the amount of time it took me to post this, I've had it finished for a while but I haven't posted it because all of a sudden I'm nervous about posting porn. Which is exactly what this entire story is pretty much about.
I also wanted to say that I'm desperately looking for a Beta! Someone with some Batman-family knowledge as well as Young Justice/Teen Titans knowledge. If you'd be interested please send me a message.
"Unng" Sounded with a moan deep in the smaller boy's throat. God was he going to be sore in the morning. Strong steady hands ran over his hips, finger tips danced lightly over his sides and he quivered as the meta thrust into him.
So maybe this wasn't one of his most glamorous moments. Bent over the too-short-counter in the garage, face being rammed into the cold wall, while with every thrust his pride came closer to being rammed into the unforgiving counter. So this wasn't his most glamorous moment. But it was a moment. A moment solely his. His first, to be exact.
It was inexperienced, rough, and lacked proper lubrication. He didn't know it at the time but he could now include himself in the statistics of teenagers who had their first time while under the influence of drugs but he didn't know that. All he knew was the deep moan that escaped his throat when the metahuman pushed further into him, hitting that, that oh so wonderful place, that caused his knees to tremble and the world around him to disappear. All he knew was the ecstasy, the heat that flowed through his body with every thrust, the passion. All he knew was the arch in his back and the sounds that were made, sounds he had never heard before. His senses were heightened, he wasn't sure if it was the intense act that he was a part of causing his brain to release hormones or if it was some other force outside that he wasn't yet aware of. He could feel everything, from the meta's hands that ran over his hips to his shoulders, causing him to lean into the man's touch, to the trembling in his knees as he neared his climax.
"Conner!" The word escaped his mouth, as the pace continued to gain, "Oh, Oh, Conner—" his words cut off they grew into another moan.
The metahuman grinned down at the boy as he continued to thrust viciously into him. He leant forward and kissed at the nape of the boy's neck, softly nipping, kissing his way up to the spot behind his ear, the detective's back arched further and he leaned into the touch. The large hands slowly traveled from the boys hips down forward towards the boys leaking member. "Say it again" he growled lowly into the boy's ear followed by a nip and a kiss into the curve of his neck. The boy moaned out and thrust his hips back in rhythm to meet the meta's.
"C-conner" the boy weakly moaned out then the large hands began to stroke his penis and he was quite positive he was going to die, die of pleasure that is, and never in his life had he felt this way, warm, full, and aching at the same time. Aching for that release. For the warm sticky substance to come leaking out of him from every possible orifest. His muscles tightened against the meta's throbbing cock, the meta bit into his shoulder, his hands increases speed, he finally felt the release he had ached for, and then it was over,5r he was full, and the counter underneath him was stained with his own fluids.
Conner pulled out slowly, tucked himself back into his boxers and sat on the floor, his breath fast and tired. His head leaned against the counter, eyes closed he tried to regain himself. He looked up and saw Tim still in the same place, bent over the counter, trying to catch his breath as well. Conner held out a tired hand to Tim, "Come here" he said with a smile, and the boy didn't argue, he couldn't have if he wanted to; he was too out of breath to talk. The boy slumped down onto the floor next to Conner. Conner pulled him onto his lap, Tim rested his head on strong shoulders, both of their chests continued to rise and fall with great effort, each breath becoming easier and less of a struggle. Their eyes closed, arms wrapped around each other holding on for dear life.
Conner's hand fingered itself through the dark locks, "Has anyone ever told you, you're amazing?" Tim didn't respond, he just nuzzled his face into the crook of Conner's neck hoping to hide the red flush he felt cover his face. Conner kissed Tim on the top of the head "Seriously, though," he laced their fingers together "That was amazing"
Tim couldn't help but agree, he smiled and hoped that he could stay in Conner's arms forever.