cloned | Bernard and Kon are sort of like bunnies, except not as chaste. NSFW!

Entry tags:

Bernard and Kon are sort of like bunnies, except not as chaste. NSFW!

Kon flew as fast as he could after dropping Bart off at Max's. Bernard was waiting for him, after all. Luckily, Bernard had left the window open, because Kon wasn't sure he was patient enough to wait for Bernard to open it.

He flew inside and saw Bernard, naked on the bed.

"Fuck," he said. "You're all ready for me."

He flew at Bernard and tackled him down, kissing him fiercely.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I'm careful!" Kon told him. He sucked a few more, then sat up. "Beautiful," he said. "You have a mirror or something? You've gotta see yourself."

Bernard hummed in the back of his throat, closing his eyes and letting Kon go wild. "Hmm?" he inquired, propping himself up on his elbows. "Oh, there's one on the back of the door."

Kon picked Bernard up and walked to the door. "Look," he said, putting Bernard down so he could see the S-shield Kon had made on his chest.

Bernard looked at himself, noticing his thoroughly rumpled appearance, and groaned when he focused on his chest.

Turning to thump Kon in the arm, he rolled his eyes. "You've got a mean possessive streak, did anyone tell you that?" he asked, reaching up to trace the little line of bruises marching across his chest.

"I've been told," Kon said, kissing his shoulder. "Looks good on you."

Bernard sighed, finding Kon's hands and twining their fingers, pulling them up to touch his brand-new S-shield. He leaned his head back against Kon's shoulder, tilting his head a little to give him more space.

"Motherfucker!" he exclaimed suddenly, letting go of one of Kon's hands to reach up to his neck and the purpling bruise there. "That's above the collar."

"Whoops," Kon said. "Sorry about that. Wasn't really thinking."

Bernard glared at Kon's reflection in the mirror. "Wasn't thinking, my ass," he muttered, squeezing Kon's hand gently.

Kon kissed the bruise softly. "You're very distracting."

"You are too," Bernard replied, rubbing his cheek against the side of Kon's face. "God, I didn't even realize you were doing it."

"Me neither," Kon said. "The S, I knew what I was doing. That one wasn't on purpose, though. I knew you didn't want them where people can see them. Sorry."

Bernard smiled, petting Kon's hair. "It's fine," he assured. "I'm not ashamed I'm having the best sex of my life," he said, grinning. "It's just gonna make school tomorrow a little awkward."

"Maybe you can cover it with makeup?" Kon suggested. "I could give more so it looks like a you just got hit with a baseball bat or something. In the throat."

Bernard turned slightly to look at Kon's face, arching an eyebrow. "I am not wearing makeup," he insisted. "And thanks, but no thanks. I don't think that's a very good cover story."

"Aww," Kon said. "I wanted to give you more." He smirked and hugged Bernard. "Looks hot on you," he said. "Even if you can't just tell them I did it."

Bernard chuckled. "I probably could, but no one would believe me," he pointed out. "Besides," he added, turning his head and kissing Kon on the cheek. "I want to keep you for myself for a little while longer."

"Okay," Kon said, turning his head to kiss Bernard's lips. "What're you gonna tell people?"

Bernard grinned against Kon's lips. "That I met this girl who likes to pretend she's Supergirl," he said. "She's kinda butch, and I'd be intimidated if she wasn't so damn hot," he added, stroking Kon's arm. "So big and strong." He smirked.

"Supergirl's kind of my cousin," Kon said. "Little weird, but I guess it works." He grinned.

"She's pretty," Bernard said. "Hey," he added thoughtfully. "I wonder if I could get you into that tiny little blue skirt..." He grinned. "Just for verisimilitude, of course."

"I dunno what versimultude is, but I could probably try one on for you," Kon said, "If you asked nicely enough."

"It means to bring the appearance of truth, more or less," Bernard replied. "Really?" He grinned. "That would be so hot. Also slightly ridiculous. But hot."

"It'd look better on you," Kon said, gently sliding his hands down Bernard's sides. "You're skinnier. And you've got nice hips."

"Have I?" Bernard asked, cocking his hips against Kon's palms and leaning back to wrap his arms around Kon's neck.

"Fuck yeah," Kon said, running his hand gently over Bernard's ass. "Plus, easier access for me."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject