Nearing the Four Seasons hotel, Tim parks his new car around a corner, rather than permitting the valet to even touch it, much less drive it.
As they approach the entry, the doorman pulls open the door to the hotel, his attitude far more respectful now after having faced Alfred's displeasure.
With barely concealed playful giggles, Tim led Conner to the elevator and pressed the button to take them up to the floor where Bruce Wayne had made their reservation for the night. His heart pounding in his chest, Kon pulled Tim into a deep kiss, their tongues warring with one another.
With a ding, the elevator car opens at their floor. The boys briefly compose themselves as an elderly couple work their way into the car for the ride down, suppressing their laughes at almost being caught. As each step took them closer and closer to their hotel room door Conner's heart pounded faster and faster. He was pretty sure where this was going.
Tim opened the door and led Kon into the elegant room. Kon's blue cargo pants and black and red t-shirt were very neatly folded, not piled on a side chair, but otherwise the room was pristine, but for the lit candles giving off a gentle scent of pine and an ice bucket holding a bottle of costly champagne dripping onto the floor. On a side table next to the bed was a plate of cut fruit and cheese. The bed, covered in silk was turned down and inviting.
Superboy was soooo not going to think about Alfred coming back here and setting this up after dropping them off at the school.
"Don't screw up... don't screw up!" Superboy thought to himself. His nervousness just reached apotheosis levels as he tried not to faint or blow an anyeurism. He could, and had, fought robot mechs built by the most villianous geniuses on the planet, but Robin reduced him to quivering jello.
Tim opened the champagne with a 'pop' of the cork and poured two glasses for themselves.
"We don't even drink, Tim." Kon said.
"It's just a little champagne, for tonight." Robin's eyes took on an more seductive gleam, now that they were alone, as he handed Superboy one of the crystal flutes. They each took a sip, anointing their lips with the golden liquid.
"Tim. I love you." Conner said softly, feeling innocent and vulnerable and yet strangely... motivated.
"I love you too, Kon." Tim replied huskily... his eyes wandering down the long sleek form of his boyfriend. Tim wasn't tall, by any means, but the slender poise of his body gave him the appearance of height. Maybe, Kon thought, that's what people saw in a hero.
Conner's hand took Tim's head and pulled him into a kiss while the younger man's hands wandered downward unbottoning his tuxedo jacket and pushing it away off of Kon's shoulders. His hands stroked themselves across those same shoulders, taking in the feel of every muscle, soaking in the strength that held him in his own times of weakness.
The first and only time they had made love was a desperate and intense moment of union, the desperation of two hearts never wishing to be apart again. Conner knew, and saw the same in Tim's eyes, that this would be different. With the slow and steady movement of Robin's hands, Superboy realized that tonight would be a long exploration of one another as the culmination or a benchmark in one-another's lives. It had already been a full night, and yet it held the promise of more to come.
Tim's hands did not stop at the jacket, as he deftly loosened each button of Conner's shirt, working his way down to his waist. Pulling the shirt open, he exposed his boyfriend's smooth chiselled chest, healthy golden skin practically glowing under the candlelight.
"Why don't you get comfortable while I freshen up. Check the closet." Tim purred; and then sauntered away to the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind him; and it felt like he had taken the sun away with him, the room felt so diminished without him. Conner had never seen this seductive and alluring side of Tim before. He wondered how much more he could take before his brain completely checked out.
Pulling the closet door wide, Superboy found a garment box resting on the open luggage rack with a card on it stating simply: "For Conner." With trembling hands, Superboy opened the box, finding within sleek blue box cut briefs, matching t-shirt, and short loose dark-red robe. It felt smooth and light against his skin; and the fabric was filmy and very sensual. Kon couldn't help but wonder how he would look in it or if it would feel good.
Carefully removing his tux, he put on the underclothes that Tim had left for him. He never really considered if appearance or style of underwear mattered. He always thought his simple white boxer-briefs were good enough. But after looking in the hall mirror and seeing himself in the underwear and robe that Tim had gotten him he decided he was wrong... it mattered! It looked great on him and really accentuated his... assets. The shirt accentuated his ample chiselled chest, but the shorts made him look like he was well-blessed indeed. The sheer robe could be pulled around him to further hide and hint at what was underneath; or it could lay open to simply frame it for further appreciation.
Being a healthy and vibrant teen male, Conner opted for the latter option.
At the last minute, Kon remembered his one and only surprise. He reached into the left side pocket of his blue cargo pants and drew out a disc. Opening the cabinet of the room's entertainment center, he puts the disc in the CD player and soon the room is softly complete. The candlelight, champagne, and silk bedding is rounded out with the soft quiet tones of Enya. It was Tim's favourite, Kon knew, and was glad to have the chance to add to the moment.
"Ahem" Conner hears as he finally turns around from the CD player. Tim stood leaning lazily against the door to the bathroomn in his own new clothes for the night. Then Conner's brain, or what was left of it, shut down all together.
He wore simple little (very little) briefs of a black synthetic material that gave many hints and yet hid much. Every curve and shape of his anatomy was visible, but the black cloth only seemed to hide more than it did. His shirt matched his underwear in texture and style, yet colored in a deep red; and clung to every seam of Robin's finely muscled body. It was every bit Robin's style, however in Superboy's colors. His lengthy legs carried him over to the bed and he crawled teasingly up on the silken sheets; and without a single word reached a hand across the room, beckoning Superboy to join him on the bed.
Nervously, almost shaking, Kon accepts the invitation and steps over to the bed to join his Tim.
"You look magnificent, Conner." Tim softly tells his boyfriend.
As Kon's eyes take in the view of Tim, long torso covered in deep red, meeting thin small black briefs that settled into a "V" at the base of his pelvis, manifestly giving praise to his sizable manhood; and his hand begins to shake every so slightly. As Kon took in the view of his lover, he ever wondered how he had looked upon another person, either man or woman, and found them attractive, much less the equal to Timothy Drake.
Tim was no less impressed; and far more nervous. He looked upon the broad shoulders and lean waist of his boyfriend, realizing that he had indeed chosen well, both in style and in size of his clothing. But though he had seemed to have taken charge of the situation, Tim was nervous beyond compare. The sudden and passionate love-making their first time was one thing. They were sealing their love through that action and did so most desperately. Tonight, however, Tim knew they would act out their dreams slowly, methodically, and carefully... or so he hoped. It gave him too much time to think.
"What if I don't do it right or not very good in... in bed? Maybe he won't find me as desirable once we get in bed?"
Tim needen't have worried. Superboy strode across the room to the bed and took Robin's hand in his:
"You are absolutely georgous, Tim." Superboy gasped, as Tim blushed slighty. He really had no experience in being complimented in quite that manner.
"You look VERY nice yourself, Kon!"
"Thanks to you. I hope you like how it looks."
"Uh... yeah... very much." Tim replied with a slight appreciative whimper as he ran a slow gentle hand down Kon's tight smooth abs. The firm muscles of Conner's torso rippled all the way down to below the waistband of his underwear, which grew tighter and fuller with each moment. Tim's questing fingers began again at the shoulders and traced the lines once again of those muscles moving lower and lower until he reached the waistband of Kon's underwear. He briefly looked into his eyes, making sure that it was okay to do what he was about to do. Though young, vibrant, strong; and in love, they were both so very nervous. Seeing only a look of consent in Kon's brilliant blue eyes, Tim's hand drifts further down, caressing the covered groin of the handsome young clone. Taking his time, he felt him... the texture, the firmness, and the shape and size of his lover's manhood in his hand through the underwear. His own body reacted to the feel of Conner's as he touched him.
"Gods, Tim... you have nice, smoth hands." Conner gasped as his cock, framed by lean strong thighs, thickened under Tim's touch.
"And you have a big one, Kon!" He said playfully, and Tim's eyes wandered downward as his hands returned to his boyfriend's shoulders, pulling the short thin robe away revealing Conner's broad shoulders and the lines of a well-defined chest under the tight blue shirt. His fingers traced the lines of each muscle, having finally been able to touch the object of his affection and desire.
Timothy pushed Kon down on the edge of the bed, and set himself onto the lap of his lover, his legs wrapped around his waist, and the thinly clad groin of the young clone pressed tighter and more compelling against the body of his lithe human boy's slim hips. This was almost more than he could bear.
"Oh, Gods, Tim!"
"Ssshhhh, Kon. Just let it happen." Tim cautioned.
Gently wielding his strength, Kon raised Tim out of his lap, turned his slender hard-bodied lover around and laid him on the soft surface of the silk covered bed. Tim's legs wrapped around Conner's waist again, not wanting to lose the sensation of his half-Kryptonian's manhood pressing against him, as he laid kiss upon kiss on Tim's body... marking every spot that Kon had fantasized about for so long. The tight deep place in the crux of the shoulder... the cleft under Tim's lean pecs... and a long line down his tight smooth abdomen. It seemed to Kon to be a work of art, rather than a work of his physical desire.
Now Kon really began to believe. Not only had his Timothy come back home to him against great odds, but he now saw him as such a personification of physical male beauty that only Gods could have sculpted such a thing. Yet, knowing he had made that body himself, he wondered if it was Robin himself who was a God. Vibrant, Beautiful, Ever-loyal, Strong, Focused. No, he was just a young man. Human. But then must Gods look like this? Does it matter, but only that perhaps they do indeed answer prayers.
Whereas Kon's body was infinitely perfect, regardless of the myriad punishing wounds over the few years that should have left many scars and didn't, Tim's flesh held every seam and scar of his young life and the mission of making better a life for the people of Gotham and Earth as a whole. Tonight, however, they would wait on him. The scars and wounds were silent. Robin took a night for himself, well-earned and well-loved. But Tim revealed his own body to Kon and him alone, hiding nothing. Kon traced his eyes and tongue down every silent and hidden part of Tim's tight strong and compact form... his long smooth neck, his firm dusky nipples, and his limber wanton hips... and that narrow place at the side of the groin that the waistband of his briefs did not sit tight against; that place that begs one to peak inward and explore further downward. It was that place that Conner decided was his, and his alone.
"I love you Kon." Tim spoke softly, as he pushed Conner's shoulders onto the bed and lifted himself off of his lap, his voice cracking in nervousness.
Tim, of all the Robins before him, was the most controlled and most like Batman. Yet he loses his control with Superboy. Is it that he is beyond self-control or that he relinquishes control with him? It must be the latter... and more. When he has chosen to relinquish that control with one he loves, he does it so completely and fully.
As he traced a line of kisees down Kon's fit tight body, Tim's finger's snag themselves in the waistband of Kon's underwear, and pulled them off his hips, and drag them past his feet. His extraordinary physique and firm manhood open for any to see.
Superboy, Conner, the Boy Of Steel... call him what you will. To Robin he was all of that and more. To him, he was "Kon", the young, honest, pure, strong young man that he had wanted all his young life since he Kaldur, and Wally had found him. But he saw him now in all his beautiful nakedness. He was everything that Robin dreamed of. His honesty and purity was such that he looked as clothed in his nakedness as he did fully garbed for combat. Robin's trail of kisses continued deeper and downward. His face and breath ended as much as it sped up at Kon's thickening cock as the slender strong young lad breathed deeply against his throbbing manhood.
"Oh, Tim." Kon whispered, feeling his slim tight lover's hot breath against his growing, hardening shaft. His hands reached out to Tim's raven locks, stroking the sides of his head where he kept his hair shortest. Tim smiled slightly, and drove his warm wet mouth down around Kon's cock even deeper.
"TIMMY! UUGGHH!" Conner cried..whimpered. No one would have believed that the tall, strong, and handsome young heroic lad could be reduced to such primal mewlings by a slight small raven-haired boy. But, the young hero took his older lover's manhood in his wet eager mouth, and nurtured it and sucked it like a very thirsty man coming home from a very dry desert. Nothing would be denied that he could offer to the man he loved.
No one had done this for him before. But, Tim had never done this for anyone else before either. This was new for them both. But it seemed so natural to them that they fell into the extacsy of the pleasure of one another's bodies together. Tim felt his strong half-Kryptonion lover's cock harden even further in his mouth, becoming more insistent and demanding with every moment, as Tim stroked and sucked it eagerly, wishing to give every pleasure possible to his lover.
"Tim!... stop... please. Too...soon." Conner gasped as he regrettably pushed his slender wanton bird-boy away from him.
Tim moved up against Conner's body... sliding against his body like a wayward serpent, writhing against his flesh, begging for all the pleasures that it could give.
"Kon... I want to... please you." He said gasping, as his sweaty slick and underwear clad body slid against Conner's, teasing and pleasing them both. He had dreamed of this moment for so long. Yet now... perfectly planned night, his object of desire with him, he was committed. He could not run from himself this time.
"You do, guy... just not too soon or all at once."
"I want to do everything with you." Robin spoke softly, nervously.
Kon pushed his little bird away, rolling over above him as he looked down on his young hero. He pulled Robin's bikinis down, revealing everything Kon might have wanted.
A firm and beautiful cock was framed by the absence of any hair on his body... at all. He either groomed for comfort and practicality under his uniform, or for the pleasure of how it would feel. Perhaps both. Regardless, Kon was fascinated and enticed by it all and very allured.. and wanted to please it in ever way possible. Tim's own manhood sprang to life, strong and hard... begging for attention.
Robin did all he could to not whimper at the sensation of a strong Conner leaning over him. His curulean eyes looked up on Conner's handsome nakedness and reflected the sensation of pure naked flesh against his own, freed all concerns, burning through his inhibitions, fears, and reservations.
"You will, if you will let me and do it all with you... all of it." Superboy said nervously; but honestly meaning to experience every moment as fulfillment of his fantasies.
Many a night apart, before they found their love and became a couple, the young lad had eased his lonely heart and loins late in the night, moaning Conner's name as he pleasured himself... his fingers sliding deep within himself... dreaming about Superboy taking him just as deeply as his wet and probing fingers. Robin silently cried in pleasure and anticipation at this moment. All those nights alone trying to satisfy himself, no one to hear his tears at his lonlieness. All that was gone now. Kon was here to stay.
Robin whispered. "Conner, make love to me please."
Conner reached down and saw the hard, smooth, throbbing cock of his lover now freed from it's dark and satisfying silky confines. Admiring the smooth beautiful lad's flesh, Conner leaned down and took the boy's firm cock in his mouth. So smooth and moist, it was. Conner could not release it. As his right hand stroked it, his warm and gentle mouth worked Timothy's cock, never stopping... until...
"Kon... stop... I'm gonna...
Tim's hips and pelvis bucked harder and harder against Kon's mouth as though his body moved of its own accord. Tim's cock hardened even further at the last minute and Kon's eager mouth dove harder and deeper, anticipating the moment of Timothy's ecstasy.
"No, Kon... Not yet!" Taking satisfaction in every word of his lover's begging wish for release from his pleasure, Conner stroked and sucked harder on his boyfriend's cock.
"Conner!... Kon!" Tim cried and whimpered, and Superboy's hot questing mouth dove deeper and harder down on Robin's cock, savouring every moment and every flavour... knowing his lover's taste and texture for the first time.
"Oh!... Gods!... Kon!" Robin cried...
"Kon! Not yet... Oh Gods!... "
Robin's hips bucked hard again and again, thrusting his cock deeper down Superboy's throat. He refused to release him and Superboy eagerly took every deep thrust in anticipation of Robin's orgasm. This would be Conner's moment. He hoped to do this to him... for him... with him. Already, Robin's cock dripped with the flavour of his seed.
"Kon... I'm gonna... aaaggghhhh!" Timothy whimpered while weakly trying to pull away, but Kon's kept his own mouth firmly wrapped around his young boyfriend's throbbing hard flesh.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH."
Kon heard as his boyfriend cried while his hips bucked into his mouth... Tim's throes of exctascy losing themselves in Kon's warm mouth. Grabbing deep handfuls of Kon's hair, Tim thrusts deeper and deeper into Kon's mouth... fucking his mouth like a nubile virgin lad, giving every ounce of pleasure that he can to his lover and himself.
With a final cry...
"KON!.. CONNER! I'm gonna cum!"
"Oh! Kon!..." Robin almost whispers as Superboy feels and tastes Rob's thrusts ending with deep spurts of his seed into his mouth. Never pulling away, Superboy sucks and slurps harder... revelling in the whimpering and mewling sounds that Robin's makes while Kon's tongue strokes Robin's cock, losing himself in his own pleasure at feeling the slapping spurt of each wet shot hitting the back of his throat, and tasting the salty-smooth texture and taste of his lover's seed on his tongue.
Robin's hips buck hard and instinctually thrusts deep, his throbbing cock releasing itself, throbbing deep and filling Conner's mouth as he gulps and gulps... Kon, wanting to savour each drop, as even more and more drips down his fine chiselled chin.
"TIM!"
Conner gasps, after gulping down the kast dregs from his cock, stroking his shaft to get every last sweet drop. "Fuck, you are sooo hot!"
"Sorry Kon, I didn't mean to..." Tim starts to say before he's cut off with Kon's fingers at his lips. "No... don't say it. I wanted to. I've always wanted to, ever since I met you. To pleasure your hard, smooth body while you cry my name has always been my fantasy... and you made it come true." He says in a fit of unbridled honesty, embarrassed at telling the revelation; and yet lightened by it, his nervousness with their love-making still making itself known.
"Maybe I have a few of my own to fulfil." Robin replies, with a sly smile.
"Like you have anywhere to be?" Conner asks playfully with a smile.
"No, just hoping you don't leave tonight. Don't want to jinx it." Tim kisses Kon on the lips, probing deeply with his tongue and tasting his own wet, salty seed on his lover's tongue.
While deep in their kiss, Robin's hands around the neck of Superboy while they lie naked on the silken draped bed, Robin begins to writhe across Superboy's chiselled and hard naked form. Robin wets his fingers and rubs them across and in his pink smooth pucker while kissing his lover, hiding the truth of what was to come.
Pushing back against Conner's cock, Tim lets it slide slowly and deeply within him while he moans passionately and bites at Conner's left nipple. Kon hardens further and bucks deep into Tim with the sensation, as though a single nerve ran from that nipple to his engorged manhood.
"Oh Tim! I... I Love You!"
Tim looks deep into Conner beautiful azure eyes as he rides and bucks on his throbbing shaft. Though Conner is the larger of the two and stronger, Timothy has completely taken charge with his tight silky smooth body. As he shifts back and forth, he whispers all the things he has wanted to say to his lover for so long. Conner's hands reach down to Tim's bare hips, pulling him down to thrust deeper and deeper within him, each movement bringing him closer to losing himself within Tim. Timothy bucks harder against the tall handsome young man, stroking his smooth long cock with each thrust... waiting for the moment... when Conner...
"Tim... I'm gonna!..."
"Do it Kon!... Inside me... I want to feel you!"
Conner releases his passions inside the smaller hard body of his beloved Robin, wave after wave of extasy washing over him, while Robin cries out in passion riding and bucking on his throbbing spurting cock. He strokes himself fiercely, spillling himself across Conner's flat and chiselled stomach, moaning and crying out his lover's name.
"CONNER!"
Though he had just cum (again), Robin was hardly done. He was fit and in the fullness of youth and vitality. There were more pleasures that he wanted to share with his love. With slender firm fingers, he wipes his cum off of Superboys chin, cherishing the smile the half-Kryptonian clone gives him.
"Are you ready for this?" Robin asks nervously, as he takes his cum-wet fingers and works Superboy's smooth, tight pucker.
"Gods yes, Tim!... Please!"
Robin strokes his cock, the cum on his fingers becoming almost frothy in the process. The scent of sweat and sex now mingles intoxicatingly with the woody scented candles that were lit for their relaxation.
Robin looks down into Superboy's eyes as he lays on his back, while the younger boy preps him slowly, adding another finger to the one already working the handsome Kryptonian clone's body. As Conner relaxed further into the sensation, feeling the delight of being pleasured by his lover, he begins to buck and writhe slowly against Tim's fingers.
"Oh Tim... don't tease me... Make love to me... please!"
Being half Kryptonian, Tim wasn't sure if things would work the same way for Conner as they would a human guy. Apparently it did... and very well at that. His smooth handsome cock was already hard again, harder than before if that was possible. Though Conner was well-nigh invulnerable, Tim treated him as though he was as vulnerable as any human boy... looking into his bright blue eyes endearingly while he guided himself into Conner with his hand.
"Timmy!" Conner gasped as Tim pushed himself deep into his boyfriend. Every pleasure he had hoped for with Tim was now open to him without reservation. Tim pulled Conner's legs up and over his own shoulders, giving access to the depth of Conner's love and body.
"Oh Gods Tim!" Conner gasped as he grabbed Robin's sleek black underwear and put them into his mouth... either to muffle the sounds of his ecstatic pleasure, or just to taste Robin's body on the exquisite cloth. Robin plunged deep into his lover... while Superboy moaned and moaned in abject and wanton pleasure.
"Robin... Rob! Yes... Tim... Timothy!... fuck me!... Oh!... I love you!"
Not even realising what he was saying, (who could when the Teen Wonder was deep inside the one he desired, making love to the fulfillment of all his dreams); Superboy had called him by all the names that the mysterious lad had used in his presence. "Robin" was the name that everyone knew and Superboy took delight in claiming the famous vigilante as his boyfriend. "Rob" was his little nickname that only he and a very few others like Bart and Garfield would use. But "Timothy", his real name, only he knew. Though he admired the stalwart young hero "Robin," it was "Timothy" that he had given his heart completely too. One was a part of the other and he loved them both, but Tim was the young man with the hopes, dreams, and passions.
Tim thrust deeper and deeper into Conner... his pace picking up speed as he came closer to cumming, yet again.
"Kon... do you want me to?" Tim asked, looking into Superboy's eyes and he continued to slide in and out of him.
"Yes, Tim... please. Make me yours!"
The passion of Conner's words drove Timothy deeper and deeper into the smooth silky depths of his lover ands he accepted the gift of his Kryptonian's heart and body. Thrusting slower and yet deeper, Timothy Drake looked deep into his superheroe's bright blue eyes and managed to gasp:
"I love you Conner Kent!"
Timothy managed to say in his moment of naked honesty as he pressed his lips to Conner's and thrust deep into him... and came deep and long, giving every bit of himself to his lover. Feeling the exquisite sensual moment of Tim's release, Conner could only cry:
"I love you too Timothy Drake!"
Though they had met, and fallen in love, as "Superboy" and "Robin," in their hearts they would always love each other as Timothy and Conner... two young men with hopes, dreams, and a future that they would share together.