[[OTP + Elevator porn. =u=]]
YES REASON TO WRITE CONNOR HAWKE/TIM DRAKE PORN \o/
Tim slams Connor up against the door of the elevator the moment it closes, desperate in his overwhelming need. He pushes up on his toes and yanks Connor down by the back of his neck into a dizzying kiss. Tim works quickly on the button and zipper of Connor’s jeans, slipping his hands inside and past the pair of jeans to palm the half-hard erection. He ruts against Connor’s thigh, desperate noises of pleasure escaping his mouth.
“Touch me, please, Connor, please,” Tim begs, panting against the crook of Connor’s neck, flushed with want. He rubs his face, drags his mouth up the column of Connor’s neck to bite down a moan as Connor obliges his request to tenderly cup Tim’s hips and stroke firmly on Tim’s straining cock against the fabric of his slacks and briefs.
“Sweetheart,” Connor whispers into his ear, sounding wrecked and so very fond that it makes Tim whisper words of love, words of affection, and he can’t help but shift enough to rub their cloth-encased cocks together.
They come together quickly, sticky and warm, their breaths puffs of warm air between them. And Connor can’t help but lean down just a little drop small kisses on Tim’s temple, his forehead, the slope of his nose, the curve of his cheeks, the droop of his cupid’s bow, the jut of his sharp chin, before coming back up to kiss his ever so softly on his lips.
Inspired by this. Naturally, I let this fic get away from me and it turned into this. Also, this is for Vivian, Mina, Teal and Willow, for being endlessly patient and kind to me whenever I lost my mind to ConnorTim. You guys, as always, are the best ♥ :)
Summary: They’re a mess of tangled limbs, white sheets and warm skin, and Tim feels it’s as close to perfect as it’s ever going to be. Fluff and smut. Enjoy~
The first thing Tim notices as soon as he’s conscious enough to form cognitive thought is his surroundings: he’s lying on a bed in a room that isn’t his, that much is clear, but it’s a room that’s also in no way unfamiliar either. The place feels warm, comfortingly so, like the feeling Tim feels bubbling in his chest, making him want nothing more than to just sink back and let it encase him.
Inspired from this silly post. I was telling Vivian that Tim would totally try to set IKEA on fire because he couldn’t assemble a bloody chair and that the only reason why he hasn’t done so already was because Connor is level-headed and rational and ever so patient about these things. Needless to say, this was born. Disgusting amounts of domestic fluff and slightly cracky. Enjoy.
Summary: And this is why they no longer go to IKEA to buy furniture.
Connor peered over from the kitchen counter as Tim turned the instruction manual upside-down for the thirteenth time, a look of confused consternation on his face.
Tim’s brows were furrowed together and his tongue stuck out, like it always did, when he was hard at work on something that was mildly challenging, albeit a little annoying.
Connor knew the signs of when Tim was slowly becoming less patient and more irritated. He started to make that Face, the same face he made when he was trying to cook dinner and it wasn’t going the way he planned, or when some villain decide to run rampant on the very same day he and Tim were scheduled to a lunch date. Connor knew when to leave well enough alone and when it was time to intervene, and it was high time he made sure Tim did not throw their newly bought furniture out the window in frustration.
S C R E A M
MY FUCKING PERFECT OTP AND JINI NO THIS IS SO FUCKING PERFECT GOD
DON’T LOOK AT ME I AM FUCKING SHIPPING THIS PERFECT SHIP
AND NO IT’S NOT KON, OK, IT’S CONNOR HAWKE, CONNOR MOTHERFUCKING HAWKE OK AND HE IS A SWEETHEART AND A BADASS AND SO FUCKING GORGEOUS AND PERFECT AND HE AND TIM ARE SO PERFECT SOMETIMES I AM GOING TO CRY GOD JINI NO