Every Random Thing

"Oh my god," Robin says again, and then also says several real creative swear words, and then he very much does put his back into it.

Again: score.

"Fuuuuuck yeah, that's a good boy wonder," Kon pants breathlessly, wrapping his arms around Robin's neck and pulling him down closer to grin up at wickedly. Robin is back to staring at him. Kon has absolutely no complaints about that fact. "C'mon, baby, told you this pussy was just for you, didn't I? Is it tight? Do you like it? Wanna gimme a good reason to keep it around long enough that we might need that condom after all?"

"Oh my god," Robin chokes out one more time before immediately proceeding to fuck him what Kon is pretty sure is just about as hard as an unenhanced human actually could fuck him.

Flatterer.

"Ohhhhh," he moans, rolling his own hips up faster and tightening his grip on him–every part of his grip on him, cunt included. "Okay, yeah, that's a pretty good reason. Aw fuck, yeah, want a hot new girlfriend for a while, buddy? 'Cuz if you can make me come hard enough I'd be down for that."

Oh, wait, this is as hard as an unenhanced human could fuck him.

Nice, Kon thinks feelingly, and grins sharper up at Robin.

"Definitely be down for that, if you'd always dick me down this good," he purrs approvingly, digging his heels into the other's ass and biting his lip over an especially rough thrust. "Yeah, yeah, c'mon, straight boy, this is what you like, right, I got it just for you."

"Kon," Robin moans as he comes, and also a few more swear words, and also just some absolutely incoherent things that are probably not words at all. Kon basks in victory, and also in the way that the guy very literally just fucking collapses on him and goes face-first into his tits.

"There we go," he croons, stroking a hand up Robin's shuddering spine. His weight is literally nothing, given that Kon is capable of lifting full-size construction equipment one-handed without breaking a sweat, but it feels nice all the same. "Good job, man."

"Kon, don't fucking spoil the boys, Jesus," Cissie huffs, rolling her eyes. "Or–the other boys, whatever. Did he even get you off yet?"

"Naw, but it still felt real good and I know Rob always gets the job done either way," Kon replies breezily. Robin groans into his tits. "Mmm, so how long do I have to wait for you to get it up again, baby? Or did Cassie and I already milk you dry?"

"Fuck you," Robin mutters.

"Yeah, I would very much like you to, in fact," Kon says with a snicker, moving on to petting his hair.

"Let Bart go a couple rounds," Robin says. "Or Slobo."

"If I get Slobo in my cunt again neither of us are getting off each other for very literally the next two hours," Kon says. "Just going by previous experience."

". . . let Bart go a couple rounds," Robin says, although he makes absolutely no effort to get up and make any kind of room for Bart to actually do that. Kon laughs, then just wraps his arms around him and pulls him up his body to tuck his face into his neck. He's still taller than the guy, so it doesn't take too much repositioning to knock Robin's legs apart so he can spread his own underneath them and put his pussy back on offer.

"You heard the man, Imp," he says, sparing Bart a lazy, leering grin and tilting his hips up meaningfully as he does. "Wanna take a ride?"

"Condom?" Bart asks, his expression very alert.

"Naw," Kon replies dismissively, and about point two seconds later Bart's between his thighs and shoving his legs up and his pussy is full of bareback and vibrating dick. Specifically, bareback and vibrating dick that's already thrusting so fast that Kon can barely tell the difference between the feeling of taking it balls deep and the feeling of it dragging its full length inside him. "Fuck yes!"

"Shit!" Robin chokes in surprise, scrabbling at Kon's sides for a second, and he's maybe trying to actually get up now but Kon's kind of already coming his brains out thanks to near-supersonic speed and it is very hard to let go of the grip he has on the guy's ass at the moment. Robin's dick is half-soft between their bodies, all slick and sticky and grinding probably-not-deliberately down into Kon's abs, and he can feel Bart's eager vibrations all the way to his fucking bones.

"Oh, okay," Cassie says faintly, fanning herself with a hand. "That's just happening right now, isn't it."

"Definitely spoiling the other boys," Cissie says, rolling her eyes.

"YES!" Kon howls, slamming his head back and his hips up and trying not to cling onto Robin too tight. Robin's not even the one fucking him right now, obviously, but the position's not quite ideal to reach Bart. "Bart, Bart, holy shit, man!"

"YoufeelsogoodohmygodohmygodKonyou'resowet," Bart blurts out with very obviously reverent delight, the individual words barely understandable and his eyes blown wide as he leans down over the two of them in a blink, which puts him helpfully in grabbing range and lets Kon get an arm around the back of his neck so he can make sure he never goes anywhere else ever the fuck again. Just–never, yeah, as far as Kon's concerned Bart fucking lives here now. "ThanksforthesuperpussyRobingoodjob!"

"Hell!" Robin just barely manages in a strangled voice, and possibly this is actually a slightly weird position to put a straight dude in but Kon can't help noticing that the dick still grinding into his abs is in no way getting any softer. Which, well–considering the way Bart's vibrating them all and the fact that he's also fucking Kon hard enough to move his whole damn body with every thrust, and the fact that Kon is very much encouraging that? That does kind of make sense, really. Like there is very definitely some very serious stimulation going on down there.

So that's promising.

Though seriously, Robin probably feels like he's humping a fucking Sybian right now.

"Oh, hey, you like this too, Rob?" Kon croons breathlessly, squeezing his ass and letting Bart push his legs up a little higher. "Feels good, right? Bart's doing great, isn't he, shit. Such an eager fuck. Should I let him come in me too or do you want exclusive rights to that today?"

"Let him come in you," Robin says into Kon's throat, his voice absolutely ragged.

So like, obviously Bart immediately does.

"Fuuuuuck," Kon purrs appreciatively, dropping his head back again and digging his fingers into Robin's ass and Bart's back. "Thank you, babes, you both feel so good in me."

"Ngh," Robin and Bart both say, both very much staring at him. Kon feels appropriately smug and smirks back.

"Bart," he says coaxingly. "Don't stop, baby. Didn't Rob say you owed me a couple rounds?"

"At least a couple," Robin says. Bart says some stuff too, but there is absolutely no way to parse whatever it is without a Speed Force connection.

And then Bart's super-speed refractory period really steps the fuck up, and Kon gets fucking pounded. Robin buries strangled noises in his throat and grips desperately at his shoulders and Kon comes another couple times, and so does Bart, and Kon also very politely pretends that Robin isn't now undeniably deliberately and desperately humping his abs through all the vibration and grinding. Sybian thing again, he figures. Like . . . very much the Sybian thing.

Very, very much the Sybian thing.

"Rob," Kon hums at him, all heavy and languid with the latest set of aftershocks and digging his fingers into Robin's ass again as Bart fucks him deliciously deeper. "Don't come yet, okay? You know you need to do it inside if you're gonna knock me up."

"Kon," Robin says tightly, his hands clenching at Kon's shoulders. "I–you can't even–"

"But I want it," Kon croons, making a point of clutching up around Bart's cock to make sure the guy knows how much he appreciates his current efforts, because he very much does appreciate them. "Want you to put a baby in me. Get me all fat and happy and give me a cute lil' baby bird to take flying in a few months."

Look, Robin wasn't all that low-key earlier. Kon's just being supportive of his very hot bro's very unsubtle kinks, okay?

Like, obviously.

"Fucking hell," Robin chokes, rutting down hard against Kon's stomach. "I–I –"

"Don't you wanna give me that, Rob?" Kon murmurs against his ear, nuzzling him sweetly. "Don't you think I'd make a good mommy?"

"Kon!" Robin yells into his shoulder as he jerks down against him, and then does the obvious and comes hard all over Kon's stomach. Frankly, Kon's impressed he lasted as long as he did. Like, very much so.

"Fuck, you're hot," he sighs blissfully, rolling his hips up a little harder for Bart and getting rewarded with further very enthusiastic pounding. Kon is also impressed with that.

"You'd be such a good mommy," Robin mumbles against Kon's skin in a slurred voice, which Kon immediately takes as proof of just how hard the guy just got his rocks off. There is no other possible way he'd ever say anything like that while sane and sober. "Wanna see you all fat and happy like that. Wanna see how pretty you'd get. I'd take really good care of you, promise."

Well, the whole thing's not his kink, but Kon can definitely admit the idea has some appeal.

A lot of people clear out of the camp in that hour in erratic fits and spurts, with alternate versions of their families or friends or just themselves, and Kon feels a little better about the idea of clearing out himself. He'll keep an ear on the camp until it's all cleared out, for sure, but at least he thinks it should be okay to leave it. 

Jon needs–somebody, yeah, before something happens. Something always happens, when you're wearing the “S”. 

Or you just find something that you have to happen to. Like, ethically speaking or whatever.

Kon figures he can keep an eye on Jon until either they all get home or this reality's Superman notices he's got an extra kid around. Assuming he's got a Jon here to recognize the heartbeat of, anyway. He probably does, if Kon's around and recognizable in the tabloids. Like, the timeline should be to that point, is all. And obviously Lois is gonna be a thing, so–yeah, he's gotta have a Jon by now. Maybe actually an older one than this one, come to think, but it's not like Clark wouldn't recognize his heartbeat anyway. Perfect recall and all, and he's had Jon's heartbeat memorized all his life. 

Kon's pretty sure Clark still doesn't know his, but . . . 

Never mind. Not important. Stupid thing to think about. 

To care about. 

Kon swallows. Keeps grinning for the kids, keeps coming up with new games for them to play, and waves goodbye to each one who gets collected by an aid worker and taken to whoever’s come to take care of them. 

He wonders, again, if Ma and Pa would've come for him, if . . . 

Stupid. Really, really stupid. 

He wouldn't bother them with something that stupid anyway. He's a superhero. And he can take care of himself. He always has, hasn't he? 

He'll take care of himself here too, even if . . . 

Even if . . . 

Kon tries not to think about . . . Kara. About Karen. Or “Paige”, or whatever she's going by now. 

If she's still alive to be going by it, anyway. 

If he isn't currently following in her footsteps, and won't ever see his reality again. Or her. Or . . . anyone he knows. 

People who look like them, sure. People who came from the same concept of a person as them. 

But not his own versions of them. 

Not the versions who he belongs to. 

He doesn't know what he'll do, if he can't get home this time. 

He doesn’t . . . 

He feels Rita approaching with his TTK–recognizes the shape of her body and the cut of her hair and the specific chip in the corner of her clipboard–and glances towards her, and is mildly surprised by who she’s with. It’s someone he definitely recognizes, but it’s not anyone he expected. At least not here and now, anyway. 

“Your ride’s here, sir!” Rita says, looking as relieved as every aid worker who’s come up with a local host for somebody. Well–understandably, he figures. 

“Hey, Rita. Hey, Alfie! No rest for the wicked, or just too many cooks in the kitchen again?” Kon greets with a grin, which is the easiest code phrase to use here that Tim gave him to start off with if he ever ran into an interdimensional Bat and the local Tim’s obviously gotta be the one who sent him, and Jon grabs onto his sleeve and blurts: “It’s dark this morning!” 

Okay, Kon doesn’t recognize that one, but it’s definitely a Bat-phrase too. Jon was not particularly smooth about making it smooth, for one thing. 

Alfred–impeccable as always in the full buttling uniform that Kon has maybe only seen him out of twice, and both of those times were blood-drenched emergency situations–smiles at them both without visibly reacting past that, though Kon hears his heartbeat spike in recognition. Since he was presumably expecting to see the pair of them, or at least him, Kon can only assume that’s code-phrase-related.

“Hello, Master Bruce,” Alfred says, smooth and pleasant, and Kon . . . blinks. “Please allow me to escort you and your young charge to the manor.” 

Wait.

What? 

“Uh,” Kon says slowly. “O . . . kay? Uh–thanks, Alfie.” 

“Of course, sir,” Alfred says, and his pleasant smile turns just a little less polite and a little more sincere. “Interdimensionally displaced or not, we’d hate to leave you out in the cold. No matter what time of night it is.”