Superboy looked down on his boyfriend, now his lover to be, lying on the bed beneath him. Konner saw him for the first time, again, now knowing his true name. Tim reached up and traced his hands down his chest, nimble fingers releasing each button of his shirt along their way. Almost shaking with nervous fear, Robin wanted this. Wanted it so very badly. He had since the day he awoke from his coma in Superboy's arms.
His hands tracing their way down Konner's body, he loosened the buckle of Superboy's belt, freeing Konner from the narrow confines of the waistband of his blue cargo pants. Tim's nervousness and fear was now mingled with excitment as his hand reached further in to take hold of the substantial manhood of the young hero he loved.
Konner shrugged off the remains of his shirt, and kicked off his pants and Timothy reached down to help free him from his clothing. As Konner arched over Tim, his arms holding him up, reaching to either side of Tim's face, he stood open and innocent. Konner, now only covered in his pure white boxer briefs felt so vey vulnerable, scared, and so excited. Robin's eyes traced their way down the hard and defined body of Superboy, following down to the narrow gap in the waistband where his hard abs disappeared down to a mystery yet to be solved. Superboy's fingers finally responded, still shaking, as he struggled at Tim's belt buckle. Cautiously lowering the zipper and pulling down Tim's jeans, he saw the lean handsome hero now as an object of his worshipful adoration.
Konner kissed Tim slowly and gently on the lips before he began working his way down the long narrow neck of the Boy Wonder. Part of him wanted to leave a mark on his presence, but he would have hated to mar the fine toned flesh. He left kiss after kiss along the smooth hard body of the youth, his tongue teasing Tim's firming nipples, his hands never ceasing to explore the body of his boyfriend. Still tracing kisses across his torso, he reached down teasing Tim's balls; and then pulled down his thin narrow black underwear as Tim arched his backed giving consent to what was to come. With a pull of his finger and freed from the cotton confines, Robin's almost painfully hard cock sprang to life. Superboy drank in the scent of Robin, his face buried in the crook of his thigh. There was something honest and pure, yet exotic, about the aroma of Robin's body: the smell of the detergent his underwear was laundered in lingered, the soap he used to bathe, and the pheremones wafting from him. Superboy was almost becoming drunk on it.
As Superboy continued his exploration of the body of the slim, firm, bird-boy, Robin again arched his back in pleasure, his crotch grinding against the Boy of Steel's face, as he quietly moaned at the warm breath on his crotch. Konner took his cue, and moved his lips to Tim's quiveringly hard cock, running them up and down the side of his shaft, exploring the smooth skin. Robin panted in pleasure as Kon noticed slight drops of alabaster elixir dripping from the head of his cock. Excited at seeing the result of the pleasure he gave his lover, Superboy licked the drops off, and wrapped his lips around the aching member of the Boy Wonder, savouring the sweet tanginess on his tongue. Nervousness forgotten, but inexperienced, he let his love and pleasure guide him as he continued to suck and stroke at Robin's cock. Robin was awash in extasy as the radiant heat from Superboy's body carried through into the first blowjob he had ever experienced.
Konner looked up, catching his breath, and stared questioningly yet imploringly into Tim's eyes. Tim's right hand gripped into Superboy's hair pulling for leverage, while his left traced the lines of lean muscle across Kon's strong shoulder and arm. Warmth still radiated off of him and he gave the feeling of warm sunshine in a bright meadow. The gentle strength of his touch only reflected the same in his heart... the heart that had fallen in love with Robin. Robin pulled Superboy's hand to his lips. He wanted to feel that skin against his, feel the strength in his hand, and wanted to taste him. He drew Kon's fingers into his mouth and began to suck on them, his tongue teasing and working around them as though he was doing the same to his manhood. Konner marveled at the possibilities, just when Tim pulled his mouth away, leaving his fingers wet and slick. His confidence grew with Tim's, and he reached down and began to rub his moist fingers around and on Tim's smooth and pink, (beautiful really), little pucker. Robin pushed down slightly, whimpering, as his ass loosened, letting Kon work his way in. It might have been uncomfortable, except for all the nights he had pleasured himself thinking of this moment right now.
"Make love to me, Konner!" Robin gasped. The normally stoic and strong young hero was free of any bond of reservation. He was giving himself freely and vulnerably to his Superboy, asking to be made his. Konner and not seen such confidence in any hero before; and his heart began to fracture just a bit:
"Timothy..." Konner whispered, speaking his lover's true name for the first time. He pulled away slightly and looked seriously into Robin's eyes trying not to lose himself in their sapphire beauty.
"You need to know..." He stammered in concern, afraid to shatter the moment.
"I mean, we should discuss someth..."
Timothy's finger pressed against Konner's lips silencing him and he said:
"It's okay, Konner... I KNOW!"
He had known, and for some time. Clark had warned him. But it gave him peace, not pause, knowing such a thing and that Konner wished to share it with him.
Tim reached up to Superboy and slowly pulled him back down to him. They looked at each other with joy-filled eyes and smiling faces, radiant and lighting the gloom like a faceted chandelier sharing its light in all directions.
Konner gently reached down to Tim's smooth firm hips and pulled him toward him. Wetting his fingers, he once again started working Tim's round toned ass, loosening it slightly, asking to enter with his touch. Tim added his consent by running his own fingers into his mouth, sucking them expectantly, pulling then out wet and dripping with saliva, and reaching down and taking Konner's cock and wetting it. With gentle pressure, ever so careful with his strength, he began to slide his cock into Tim, very slowly. Tim gasped and moaned, but did not pull back. Nothing he had done pleasuring himself equalled the sensation of his beloved filling him with his big but gentle cock. Allowing his lover to adjust for a moment, Kon began to slowly and gently thrust in and out of Robin, deeper and firmer with each motion, letting themselves teach each other this mystery.
Robin lost himself for a time in the passion of Superboy making love to him, without control and without reservation. No cables, no nets, no chance... he leaped. His spirit soared and for a time he learned to really fly.
Konner exulted in making love to his dream and reality, who had never feared him and had always cared for him, and had given him his name and the confidence to gain his humanity.
Kon thrust harder and harder, in time to Tim's moans and grinding hips, both raising the pace of their lovemaking. Tim's hands gripped tighter and tighter into the bedding, clawing at it, pushing down harder on Kon's throbbing hard cock. Losing themselves and their place on this plane, Konner saw in his mind's eye stars twinkling in his eyes, like one who had taken a blow to the head. But they twinkled brighter and brighter with each thrust into Timothy's tight warm body, and each moan that escaped his beautiful narrow lips. One star before his eyes began to twinkle brighter and brighter, growing in intensity. He could almost not bear it.
Konner forced his eyes open, and looked his lover in the eyes, the force of willpower straining itself across his handsome face.
"Timothy!" He growled, his trembling voice reduced to a husky note.
"Oh Gods Konner, YES!" Tim cried, begging for the gift of Konner's love.
Hearing Robin speak his name in the throes of passion, Superboy couldn't contain himself any longer. With a final thrust that was neither hard, nor overly gentle, he pushed deep into Robin.
The bright twinkle became brighter, and flared into argence.
"I love you Tim!" Kon said, his voice cracking and gasping; and he pushed forward and pressed his lips against Robin's, their bodies completing a circle, as he came and filled Robin with his seed, grinding deeper and deeper into him.
"I love you too Kon!" Tim whimpered. The wonder and pleasure of having been made one with his lover and heart's desire engulfed him; and his painfully hard cock finally released, spurting again and again, cumming in time to the pulse of the slapping sensation against his now swollen prostate of Konner filling him with his hot seed.
The argence flared to a supernova, the brightness piercing him, gripping him in a sensation in his heart matching that of the explosion of his loins.
Both young heroes panting in their kiss, let the sweat, cum, and love wash over them.
The flood of their love and emotions abating, their lips separated and they looked into one another's eyes, both misty from finally released emotions and sensations, but neither wanting to yet seperate their bodies. They just drank in each other's eyes and touched each other or held hands as the moment struck them. Neither of the young heroes felt that they had lost anything, as some might have, from the experience of their first lovemaking. They had gained one another, a haven for each. A place to grow strong or to be weak. A place to laugh or cry. A place to reason or to dream.
Robin, exhausted from his searches and ordeals, pulled Superboy down to him and wrapped himself in his strong arms, both naked and unashamed. Superboy snuggled him tight, no sleep coming to him. He watched his Timothy sleep, peacefully and without nightmares, long into the night before succumbing himself.
They both smiled in their sleep with a peace and contentment neither had ever known.
