Bruce teaching Jon the best way to fuck Damian … of course he needs to be there for it .. to make sure dami is safe of course …!
Also also also Clark talking Jon through sex as a super.. it’s his job as Jon’s father to explain all these neat tricks (XRAY DURING SEXXXXXX) and how to use his strength and speed safely .. maybe Clark should fuck Damian first just to make sure he’s ready ..
Well then Bruce has to be there when Clark fucks Damian too, to make sure he doesn't hurt Damian. No other reason. And Jon's there because he's learning the best ways to do it. And while they're all there, well, might as well let Jon go right after. It saves time, honestly. They all have such busy schedules, you know? And Damian keeps looking towards Bruce to make sure this is all really okay, so if he accidentally moans his name when Jon's testing out the super speed, it's not even a big deal. Really. Bruce isn't hard about it at all. He's definitely not going to climb into the bed and finger all the come out of him when Jon and Clark are done, telling him how good he did. Nope.
Wish I could say some freaky stuff about clarkdami but I got so horny I exploded
It's okay, I got you
Clark flipping Damian over and telling him to bite down on the pillow so that when he finally pushes inside of him, he won't get too loud. Clark's larger body almost entirely blanketing Damian's when he whispers to him about how good of a boy he's being, taking it so well.
Fucking him so sweetly, so gently, but he's still wearing those cute little shorts and Clark just pulls them back up when he's done. His come still leaking from Damian, being sent stumbling back to Jon's room in a daze.
something something injustice damian sleeping with clark because he has rampant daddy issues and clark calls him son with so much affection, but he's also pissed at bruce every day so why the hell not get the frustration out with the boy who's his spitting image
i think kryptonians are naturally predisposed to having a breeding kink, being that there are so few of them left, and clark should really just be filling damian up and trying to give jon a sibling asap
Damian tagging along with Clark while he's on monitor duty, getting Bruce's permission and everything because Superman's bound to be a good influence on Damian's behavior and general outlook on life.
Except within five minutes of them taking over and sitting down, Damian's already dropping to his knees between Clark's legs and fumbling to get his cock out of the uniform so he can sit with it in his mouth. Clark slowing him down and petting his hair, telling him they have eight hours and there's no need to rush. Peeling off the Robin mask when he looks up, irritated about being stopped. Clark pushing his fingers into Damian's mouth instead, playing with his tongue and getting him drooling, seeing how deep Damian can take three of his fingers without gagging. Holding Damian's chin, thumb between his teeth, keeping his mouth open, when Clark finally pulls his cock out and guides it between his already swollen lips.
“And just how did you manage to sneak into the Watchtower?”
“Very carefully,” Damian offers as a non-explanation. Almost certainly Clark already knows, and it isn’t worth elaborating on when the window of opportunity is sure to already be so small. Damian slips around the corner, into whatever room this is — a kitchenette of some kind. Clark puts back a cup that he’s only just pulled down, the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air.
Broad hands, thick fingers and large palms, they are so careful as they wrap around Damian's waist. Lifting him without even a hint of strain, as inconsequential as the cup, he’s carried and set on the counter top. Still not quite level with Clark, but it certainly places them on more equal footing. Damian reaches out in turn, hands splaying across the ample swell of his chest, the emblazoned S obscured between his fingers.
His symbol of hope.
Damian’s only hope is that Clark won't play as coy as he usually does. The amusement in his eyes when he knows that Damian's heart is racing, arousal burning like a fire in his blood, body aching for more, more, more. Still leaving him wanting regardless. Knowing that the next time they are able, he will be panting for it, desperate and begging, wriggling with desire.
It’s already been far too long a wait, in Damian’s more than correct opinion. He’s had to lie to Grayson, had to spin a tale of wanting access to archival data that Batman has stored in the Watchtower — his skepticism was evident, but ultimately irrelevant. He agreed. Damian’s left him speaking with Cyborg and one of the Flashes, and that should keep him occupied for... a little while, at least.
Clark steps closer, between his spread legs. Damian slides his hands downward, tracing hard lines of thick muscle through the thin layer of his suit until hands clap over his own, stopping them.
“There’re way too many people up here right now to start that.”
“I missed you,” Damian tries, eyes dragging back up the trail his hands left until they meet Clark’s specific shade of unnatural blue, framed with the darkest lashes. “You didn’t miss me?”
“Your little attempts at manipulation are cute.” Clark says it with a smile, dimpled and sweet and horribly endearing. “I’ve worked with your dad longer than you’ve been alive, so it’s really not gonna work.” His hands tighten around Damian’s, dragging them up, resting them on the sides of his face instead, leaning closer while holding them in place.
Damian’s stomach tightens with anticipation at the words. The reminder. The distance. He resists the urge to surge forward and take. The rest can come later. Clark is just so close.
“But yes, Damian, I did miss you. Thought about what it would have been like if Batman had brought his little Robin along into space almost every night…”
Mouth full of saliva, Damian swallows. His heart is already hammering in his chest, pounding against his rib cage like it wants to escape. He thinks he whines, thinks it builds at the back of his throat, knows that something spills free without his permission—
The sound is swallowed before it can fully form. Clark closes the distance between them, pushing against his lips, between them. Overwhelming. Damian holds tight to his face, just as much dragging himself into it. Clark's hands release Damian’s, dropping to his hips, holding tightly enough that Damian hopes it bruises.
Hopes to have the fact that Superman has chosen him, continues to choose him and hold him in this way, stained in dark shades of blue on his skin. A lingering sting that Damian can press when he begins to crave Clark again.
Tugged to the edge of the counter, one hand slides down, hooks behind his knee to wrap it around Clark’s waist. Holding it until Damian tightens his own hold, shifts his weight to dig his heel into the unyielding body blanketing him. They’re pressed even closer, it has Damian arching his back while Clark continues to press forward, holding him otherwise in place.
He feels as if he is being devoured.
Like Clark has been starving for him just as much as Damian has. The drag of teeth against his lip, the press of tongue against his own. He doesn’t want it to stop. Doesn’t want to let go. Damian holds onto Clark, hands cupping the sides of his face, thumbs brushing over cheekbones and lets Clark take his fill.
He follow familiar paths along the line of Damian’s upper teeth, his soft palate, drifting a hand from hip to grab Damian’s ass; Clark allows for Damian to suck his tongue deeper, to rock his hips against his stomach despite the cup rendering it nearly pointless. He is still uncomfortable. Still aches for more. To feel of fingers deep inside, pressing into his prostate, the stretch of his cock, the—
“I said I’d bring you with me, I didn’t say I wanted to chase you around and be a babysit— oh.”
Richard.
Clark pulls away from Damian as if he’s been burned. His leg falls with the movement, boot clattering noisily against the cabinets. It’s not quick enough, of course. Not even Superman can reverse time or make Richard unsee what he’s stumbled into.
“Dick, look,” Clark holds his hands up, placating. But Richard isn’t looking at him.
He stares at Damian, at the flush of his face that’s only just beginning to lessen after the immediate shock of adrenaline at having been caught. His mouth and the wet shine of shared saliva, the way that Damian shifts his weight, but refuses to slide to the floor and stand.
“I can explain. It’s not what you’d—”
“I’m not talking to you yet. Shut up.” Then, tone softer, as if he is a child who requires coddling, “Damian..?”
Closing his eyes for the briefest moment, exasperated, irritated, and still far too aroused to be having this sort of conversation, Damian sighs. He eventually meets Richard’s concern, the furrow of confusion in his brow as he attempts to make sense of something he shouldn’t even know the existence of.
“I’m exactly where I want to be. Don’t make it an issue.”
“Don’t make it… Bruce is going to be so pissed.”
“Well don’t tell him! Are you stupid?”
“Damian, I can’t just not—”
“So you can fuck my father and you both can have your pick of the rest of our family, but I’m not allowed to have anything at all — you hypocrite.”
“I don’t think I should be here for this conversation,” Clark says in the heavy silence that follows Damian’s accusation, edging towards the exit that Richard is still blocking.
“No, stay,” Damian demands, voice overlapping with Richard’s, “go then.”
“Uh…”
Richard starts again without waiting for Clark, trying to instead explain his point further. “It’s an age thing. When you’re older, you can…”
That does it.
Damian drops to the floor, pushing past Clark to get in front of Richard. Palms itching for a weapon, he settles for stabbing his finger at his chest instead. “How old were you, Richard?”
“What?”
“The first time that Father bent you over. How old? Were you still in your Robin uniform? Was it in the Cave or in the Batmobile? A rooftop? Which one?”
Offended, perhaps even a little hurt, Richard hisses at him, low and defensive, “I’m not telling you that.”
“Coward. I will find my own way, like always. You can leave.”
clarkdami bat approved anal training because this boy definitely needs a series of plugs before he can take super dick
The way that Bruce is 100% okay with Clark fucking Damian, to the point where he just really wants to make sure Damian is comfortable and doesn't get hurt, is admirable. What a good father, letting his son follow his dreams.
It probably doesn't hurt that Bruce is the one who gets to help with the training. Gotta do the nightly inspections to see if Damian's ready to go up a size before tucking him into bed. Gotta fuck him a couple times before giving his permission to be with Clark, just to make sure he knows what to expect. Don't want him going in without experience. And you know, Kryptonians just have such incredible stamina, he should bring in some more people to simulate that for him too.
Damian staying the night at Jon's every weekend so he can sneak into Clark's room after Jon falls asleep. Biting his knuckles bloody between pleas for more, trying to keep quiet through riding Clark's thick fingers. Clark telling him no, that if he wants to run around in those little shorts and be a tease all evening, Damian's going to have to wait, just like he had to.
