Sometimes he sneaks into my room after I come home from a mission. He leans in and kisses my forehead,and whispers “Thank God ,you are home.” He always thinks I’m fast asleep.
Tim is kinda like”Well if it makes you happy…”
On a Sunday morning I thought of you
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Tim Drake as Robin
Bathing idea related to Meeya’s courtesan au. Not an actual scene, nor are Tim and Kon this cordial yet in the au I don’t think, but one can dream~
; A; thank you bb!
this really tickles the urge to write this scene so~ = u=
Tim’s lips twitched when Kon dragged him forward, making him sit in the larger man’s lap. “What are you doing?” He asked in the most bland voice possible, voice mingling with the sound of rippling water.
“Getting comfortable.” Kon replied teasingly, fingers dipping in and out of the water as they traced Tim’s side. His second hand swept up Tim’s torso, tracing the chains that were connected to the gold ‘S’ that was the symbol of the House of El.
His attention was captured and held by Kon’s startlingly blue eyes, fascinated by the change that came in them the longer he stared at the chains. The pupils expanded sharply, leaving a thin circle of blue behind to showcase the possessive pride that was taking over the prince’s face. It was mirrored in the upward quirk of Kon’s lips, teeth glinting in the sunlight that was pouring in through the open window.
He squeezed the wash cloth in response to the thumb gently stroking the skin under the emblem, fighting the urge to blink and shiver. Kon’s eyes immediately came up, watching his response. “It suits you.” Tim couldn’t stop the shiver this time, not when he was facing that possessive look head on.
It took everything he had to stay in place and hold Kon’s gaze when the price’s thumb pressed the symbol against his chest. Harder and harder until the metal felt like it was going to cut through his skin and make him bleed, leaving behind a bloody brand that would show everyone who he belonged too.
The thought made Tim shiver, his eyes fluttering shut at the thought. Of having a mark that was more permanent than any chains wrapped around him. “It was your gift.” He managed to squeeze out in a shaky voice, second hand clutching at Kon’s knee.
Kon hummed, mouth already open as he leaned in. Tim breathed against damp hair as the other man pressed tongue and lips against his Adam’s apple. “We don’t have time for this.” Tim pointed out, moving without being told so that he could straddle Kon’s larger body.
“Don’t care.” Kon returned, finally taking his hand off Tim’s chest. Tim looked down as well, feeling a surge of cold heat going down his spine when he saw the shape that the emblem had left in the middle of his chest. His eyes ticked up to see Kon’s reaction, wondering if he was as pleased as Tim was.
There was a hungry look in Kon’s eyes as he leaned forward to lick the S shape. “They can wait.” He whispered into the pink mark before rubbing his fingers over a pebbled nipple, making Tim jerk his hips forward into Kon’s.
In which I am Tim Drake.