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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics), Teen_Titans_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Roy_Harper, Tim_Drake/Kon-El_|_Conner_Kent, Tim_Drake/Dick
      Grayson/Roy_Harper/Kon-El_|_Conner_Kent
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Kon-El_|_Conner_Kent, Tim_Drake, Roy_Harper
  Additional Tags:
      costume_porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-23 Completed: 2018-01-25 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 1817
****** The Importance of Sharing ******
by zarabithia
Summary
     Roy/Dick and Tim/Kon get together to play.
***** Chapter 1 *****
From his spot on Dick Grayson’s couch, Kon couldn’t believe he’d ever uttered a
bad word about the Bat-people.Any of them.
He was genuinely very sorry for each harsh word, every muttered curse, and even
every bad thought he’d ever had about Ol’ Mighty Mouse himself.
Because no matter how fucked up the whole clan was - and they very much were-
that fact was trumped by the very important fact that the Bats liked to share.
Sure, it was a little odd and uncomfortable that he was dressed up like
Superman while getting a blow job from a guy wearing a Batman costume.
But Kon’s discomfort at wearing that suit was offset by the fact that the man
wearing the Batsuit was Dick Grayson - owner of the world’s greatest ass. The
Batsuit helped to accent that ass very nicely, by the way.
The weirdness of wearing the Supersuit-or the top half plus cape and boots-was
also offset by the very nice visual of Tim lying on his back getting fucked by
Roy Harper, who happened to own a very convincing Deathstroke suit.  Tim was
dressed in the first Robin’s suit, which was no surprise to Kon. What was
surprising was that apparently, Dick had worn panties during his time as Robin.
That was. . . odd.
But not as odd as the fact that Tim looked really hot in little green panties.
Really, really hot.
It might not have been the sight of those panties pushed just slightly down
Tim's legs making Kon struggle to last, though.  It might have been the way
“Deathstroke” had used his belt to “restrain” Robin’s hands.
Or it might have been the fact that Dick’s mouth was as acrobatically talented
as the rest of him.
Whatever the case might have been, Kon’s pride forced him to hold on until
Harper couldn’t hold back anymore. After all, Kon had KryptonianDNA and there
was no way he was going to shoot his load first.
But at that sweet moment when “Deathstroke’s” hips began to buck with extra
earnest and those green panties were pushed further up Robin’s legs, Kon gave
in. He gripped the couch with one hand and that damn cowl with another.
When he came, he wasn’t entirely certain which name ended up spilling out of
his mouth. He knew it wasn’t “Tim” and he was pretty sure it wasn’t “Dick,” but
he really hoped it wasn’t “Batman.”
From the smirk on Tim’s face, it probably was. That’s really not something Tim
was every going to let him forget.
So Kon did the only reasonable thing he could think of in his current brain
dead state.  He flipped Tim off.
“Ah, ah, Superman,” Roy mock-scolded. “Not tonight. Tonight Robin’sall mine.”
“Yeah, you’ll have to make do with Batman,” Tim added.
Kon pointedly ignored the remark. “You ready?” he asked Dick.
Dick nodded and Kon moved so they could switch places.  As he started to kneel,
Dick motioned to Kon’s bare legs. With a slight scowl, Kon retrieved the
Superman pants from beneath the couch and slid them back on before getting down
on his knees.
As Dick began unsnapping the exact foldof the Batsuit to allow Kon access, he
smirked down at Kon. “Look at it this way. If Roy had won the coin toss, you’d
be wearing star spangled panties and a tiara right now.”
Kon shivered at the thought. Come to think of it, wearing the Supersuit wasn’t
so bad. As fucked up as it was, the very discomfort was kind of a turn on, in
and of itself.
Besides, there was no way he’d look nearly as good in panties as Tim.
***** The Importance of Panties *****
Chapter Summary
     Tim finds a way to get Kon into a Wonder Woman costume.
"Just once?"
"No."
"I don’t see why not. You dressed up as Batman, and didn’t seem to have a
problem with it."
"Batman’s not a chick."
"I agree to wear the green short pants you like so much for you."
"You like wearing the first Robin’s panties as much as I like watching you wear
them."
"What if it’s just the costume, without the tiara or bracelets?"
"No."
"But, Kon-"
"No."
------
This was all Nightwing’s fault.
Tim adored his "big brother," of course, but it had been Dick that had first
suggested Kon dress up in Wonder Woman’s costume. Sure, Dick had blamed it on
Roy Harper, but Tim knew Dick well enough to believe that the thought probably
came from Dick’s own head.
Regardless of who’s idea it had been originally, Dick had planted the seed. So,
it was his fault.
It was Kon’s fault, however, that they had yet to try the idea. He was being
uncharacteristically resistant to the proposal. Typically, Kon was fairly
adventurous on the sex front, but on this one matter, he was adamantly against
even trying it.
Still, Tim was determined to be patient and just wait for the right opportunity
to break through Kon’s resistance. It was a skill Tim excelled in. After all,
once upon a time, he’d had to break through Kon’s "straight" barrier.
-----
Sure enough, Tim’s patience prevailed, and the right opportunity to get Kon
into a pair of star spangled panties presented itself. Best of all, it was
practically Kon’s idea.
"Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"Um, you’re not asleep yet, are you?"
"No." Tim didn’t roll his eyes, because sometimes Kon’s obliviousness was cute.
Post-sex session in the Tower was definitely one of those times.
"You know when the four of us got together and Arsenal dressed up as
Deathstroke?"
Tim tried really hard not to remember exactly how attracted he’d been to
Arsenal while the older man had been in that costume. More importantly, he
tried not to think about why or when Dick had developed that particular
fantasy. "Mmhmm."
"You know how he kinda tied your hands?"
It usually didn’t take Kon this long to make a point. "Mmhmm."
"D-did you like that?"
Oh. Kon’s point suddenly became quite clear. Actually, Tim had enjoyed being
bound entirely more than he was certain was mentally healthy. But, Kon didn’t
need to know that just yet. This was Tim’s opportunity, after all. "Did you?"
"Yes."
"And you want me to let you tie me up?"
"Yes. Do you. . . I mean, do you mind? Do you want to?"
"You want to tie me up? Why not just use your TK?"
Tim felt Kon blush beside him. "Because I liked seeing you tied up. I can’t see
that with the TK. Besides. . . I don’t want to use anything you can’t get out
of easily."
Kon’s fears were unspoken, but his anguish at the Luthor Incident was palpable.
Tim slid a reassuring arm around his lover’s waist. "We can use rope. It’s the
easiest substance to get free from."
"Yeah? You’re game, then?"
Oh, yes. "Depends. You know who carries a rope with her at all times?"
Kon’s groan was a sign of defeat on his behalf. But it was a victory sign for
Tim.
------
Kon had agreed, of course. As it turned out, kinky bondage desires overrode
aversion to cross dressing.
Besides, it wasn’t really cross dressing. Sure, the outfit in question was
famous for belonging to a woman. But Tim hadn’t requested a wig, or makeup, or
anything else that would have made it a true cross dressing experience. Which
was just as well, given how uncomfortable Kon was with the outfit alone.
Although Kon had agreed to Tim’s fantasy in exchange for being allowed to tie
Tim up, Kon had been adamantly against experimenting in The Tower. That was
fine, of course.
For now.
Thus, while it was merely the two of them, they were in the familiar space of
Dick’s apartment, as the senior bird was off playing favorite uncle to Lian
Harper. Dick’s apartment included a very nice bathroom adjacent to the master
bedroom, in which Kon was taking his sweet time.
"Do you need any help?"
"No."
"Are you sure? It’s taking you a while."
"I’m almost done. This - dammit - crown doesn’t want to stay in place."
"It’s a tiara."
"Whatever."
"Sure you don’t need any help?" Tim wasn't trying to rush Kon on purpose, of
course. But Dick's short pants itched in all the wrong spots, and Tim had no
idea how Dick had ever worn them in battle.
"I’m sure. Hey, these boots are pretty comfortable."
Tim didn’t think it was the appropriate time or place to tell him that those
were Kon’s own boots, pilfered from the back of his closet. He’d probably
figure that out all by himself soon enough.
It wasn’t as though Tim had been given a choice in the matter. The costume shop
in Gotham where he’d purchased the outfit had tried to sell him girly, suede
boots.
Wonder Woman didn’t wear suede.
"Tim?"
"Yes?"
"When you want to laugh, just remember this was all your idea. And Nightwing’s.
And Arsenal’s. But most definitely, not mine."
"I won’t laugh." And when Kon emerged form the bathroom, laughing was the very
last thing Tim wanted to do.
Sure, the suit was a little ill-fitting. Admittedly, the cleavage that pulled
the look off on Wonder Woman so well was missing on Kon. But two things more
than made up for the ill-fittingness of the costume.
One, the sheer tightness of the panties was an incredible turn on, in and of
itself. The costume hadn’t been designed for a man - obviously - and Kon’s dick
strained rebelliously against the fabric. With every step Kon took towards Tim,
the fabric threatened to give way and tear completely.
Two, the very sight of Kon standing in front of Tim wearing the outfit that Tim
had spent so long fantasizing about getting him to wear was enough to make Tim
strain against his own green panties.
Kon came to stand in front of the bed where Tim had been waiting not- so
patiently. The "lasso" - a shoddily spray painted rope - was held firmly in
Kon’s hands.
"Well, what do you think?" Kon asked, shifting the lasso from his right hand to
his left, then back again.
Tim thought a lot of things. Mostly, he thought that the tiara and the
bracelets were really special.
He also wondered if this was how fetishes began.
But all he said was, "Make sure you tie the knot at least twice, or I might
accidentally break free."
Kon gave him a look that was somewhere between genuine happiness and a smirk. "
You know what? This wasn’t such a bad idea."
Tim could only agree. But later, when Kon had him completely bound with the
lasso, and Tim heard him whisper, "No one looks as good in panties as you do,"
Tim wasn’t as agreeable.
There’s no way he looked anywhere near as good in Dick’s green short pants as
Kon did in Wonder Woman’s star spangled panties.
He also wondered what Kon would look like in a pair of fishnets and a blond
wig.
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