For @themacedon, 😳😳😳 and “the Core Four gangs up on Kon’s objectification kink”.
Cassie bites her own tongue, and tightens her grip on Kon’s face a little more.
“You’re the one cleaning it up after this, right?” she asks Bart absently, who takes a quarter of a second longer than usual to slow back down into mostly-objective time and answer–so he was busy coming, probably–and gives her a skeptical look. His face is flushed and sweaty and his hair’s a windblown mess, and she takes a moment to admire the look, but doesn’t dwell on it. Kon’s the star of the show tonight, obviously.
Bart and Tim know that too, since neither of them stops fucking either his ass or his mouth in favor of the conversation. Tim she’s sure won’t be lasting much longer, for obvious reasons, and Bart’ll equally obviously go at least a few more rounds, though she wonders what’s going to be the thing to push Kon over the edge.
“I said so, didn’t I?” Bart says. “Why, you wanna do it? I don’t know if you know how to do it right, I don’t want you to leave it all gross or anything.”
“I wouldn’t,” Cassie huffs, and rocks her hips down a little harder onto Kon’s cock. “That wasn’t the point anyway, I was just gonna say you should pretty it up a little for next time.”
“‘Next time’?” Tim echoes, rolling her nipples between his fingertips again and then squeezing her breasts briefly. She bites her lip and rocks her hips down hard. He has the most callouses of any of them–Kon doesn’t have any at all, and Bart’s don’t last, and hers only exist because she’s done a whole lot of Amazonian-level weapons training.
“I just think it’d pretty up nice,” she says reasonably, tilting her head a little as she inspects Kon’s face. Mostly what she’s seeing is his wet and well-fucked mouth and his bared throat and the come and drool all over it, but she catches a glimpse of his unfocused eyes, and his lashes that haven’t even flickered. She wonders what Kon’ll do if any come drips into them, because it looks like some might be about to. Will he flinch? Will he divert it with his TTK so he doesn’t have to move? Will he–
The dripping trail of come she was looking at slides down into one of Kon’s eyes. And over one of Kon’s eyes.
His lashes don’t even flutter.
. . . that’s definitely not a thing she ever thought about as being a Kryptonian thing.
Fuck. Just–fuck.












