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Written for @omegadamiweek2025 day 1. I managed to use every prompt for today!
AO3
Fandom: Batman All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage Sex
Relationship: Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne
Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne
Tags:
omegadamiweek, touch starved, touch starved Damian Wayne, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega Damian Wayne, alpha dick Grayson, soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, first kiss, first time, consensual underage sex, damian's age isn't explicitly stated but I picture early to mid teens, age difference, incest kink, psuedo-incest, body worship, rimming, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, breeding kink, knotting, light masochism, no beta we die like Jason Todd, Do not post to other sites, Cross-Posted on tumblr, POV Third Person
Summary:
Before living with his father, Damian is taught to avoid meeting his soulmate. He's taught that meeting his soulmate will be his downfall, that whatever alpha he's destined to will take away all his freedoms and use him as nothing but a womb to fill. So Damian goes through life avoiding the touch of others, not wanting to take any chances in meeting his mate.
When Damian moves in with his father, he slowly starts letting his guard down in the face of so much casual contact among his new family. And everything seems to go fine, until Damian touches Richard for the first time during a spar. It's then that Damian has some sudden realizations about just what he was taught growing up and how he feels about it all.
A/N:
Bet you all thought I'd be tired of soulmates after my reverse bang fic. But nope! And one of (that's right, one of) tomorrow's fics is also soulmate.
From the moment Damian is born, he is taught to avoid the touch of others.
"Soulmates are a weapon to be used against you," he hears so often as he grows, "never seek them out, and they will never become your weakness."
So Damian learns to remain covered, wear gloves during everyday life and show no skin during spars. This is how he lives, this is all he knows. He knows not even the touch of his own mother, during these days.
And then, Damian presents as omega, far younger than he should, and his restrictions grow even stronger.
"No alpha shall ever try to control you." "No soulmate shall ever try and tie you down."
Damian just accepts it, takes it to heart, and continues his training to be worthy enough for his father. He doesn't need a soulmate, anyway. And the touch of the stray cats Damian sometimes finds around his home is enough for him to make it through the days.
When Damian finally meets Father and starts training under him, he is shocked at how little those around him care about touching. They often wear less while sparing, usually stripping down to t-shirts and shorts before the fights. And during day to day life, they make no moves to avoid touch, instead initiating casual contact frequently with each other. The most reoccurring culprit being Grayson, the man always the first to throw an arm around another person, or ruffle someone's hair, or any number of meaningless touches thrown around so carelessly.
Damian has taken to covering most of his skin even when merely wandering the manor grounds. He can never know when to expect Grayson to appear and attempt his touches once more.
Even when Father is thought to be dead, and Gra- Richard takes over the role of Batman, Damian tries to avoid Richard touch. Even when his mind and body crave comfort from the man he has started to look up to, he remains resilient and steadfast in his avoidance of contact.
It's only after Father's return that Damian finally starts growing comfortable with the idea of touch and contact. He still avoids it, as the little passing brushes of skin cause uncomfortable tingles that last for hours after. But, slowly but surely he starts to remove the gloves and long sleeves from his everyday attire.
He really should have known better than to grow comfortable.
~~~~~
"You ready?" Richard asks Damian, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waits for Damian to finish prepping for their spar. His scent screams anticipation, happy, excitement, and Damian can't help but return the sentiment. It's their first spar in quite awhile, and while Damian doesn't show it as outwardly as Richard, he is still fairly excited to show the alpha how much he's improved since their last one.
Damian finishes wrapping his hands, before pulling off his hoodie. He is left in just a tank top, one of the few he's bought recently to start integrating them into his wardrobe. Damian watches Richard's movements still to a halt as his eyes grow wide at the sight. He has to push down the urge to curl into himself self-consciously. Sure, this is the first spar he's had with Richard in a tank top, but it doesn't feel like it warrants this much surprise from the other. Surely he's noticed Damian's steady increase in exposed skin as of late.
Then again, it has been quite a while since he's seen the alpha in a setting appropriate for less coverage. Has it really been that long?
Damian straightens himself, putting on an air of confidence. "Is there something wrong, Richard?"
Richard snaps out of whatever shock he's in, before shaking his head, "Nothing, Little D. Come on, lets get to sparing before anyone gets home to interrupt us."
The two make their way to the sparing mats, where they turn to face each other.
"Ready to lose?" Richard smirks. Damian gives a smirk of his own.
"You wish." He replies, falling into a fighting stance.
No other words are said as the two start circling each other. Richard makes the first move, a jab that Damian easily dodges. Damian follows with a feinted jab followed by a kick that is just as easily dodged by Richard.
They fall into a rhythm, a dance of hits and kicks that has Damian's blood pumping. Their scents intermingle as they weave around each other, sweat and excited and bonding and pack play happy all swirling around them. Most of their attacks miss each other, although a few manage to land. But that's not the point of this. Not really. Nonetheless, Damian feels proud with every one he manages to get in.
The first time their skin properly brushes during the brawl, Damian thinks nothing of it. It just feels like the usual tingling that Damian has grown used to in the past few weeks. He ignores it in favor of continuing the spar. But he soon notices Richard's attention starting to waver, a confused look on his face as his gaze keeps drifting down to his arm. Damian takes advantage of his distraction, managing to land a hit that enables him to knock Richard to the ground and pin him onto his stomach.
Damian is panting from his spot on top of Richard. A rush of pride surges through him at managing to take the older down. That pride slowly dissolves as he notices the silence coming from Richard. Usually by now, the other man is talking up a storm, chatting about the fight and praising Damian for how far he's come. Instead, he just lays there, unmoving and quiet as he looks at that same arm that distracted him before.
"Richard?" Damian asks, leaning over the man's head to see what he's looking at. He freezes at what he sees. There, on Richard's arm, is a dark green mark resembling a fist. A mark that hadn't been there before the fight.
Damian almost doesn't want to look at his hands, afraid of what he will find. He looks anyway, because he has to know. There, on his right hand, his knuckles are painted a deep blue. Damian feels ice run down his spine at the implication.
Richard is Damian's soulmate.
Richard, the man who Damian had started to see as father-figure more than his own father sometimes, is the alpha who will control the rest of Damian's life. The alpha Damian has learned to fear and hate since he was born.
Damian stumbles off of Richard's back. He can smell the distress in his own scent as he takes a step back. That seems to force Richard out of whatever state he is in, as the man's head quickly snaps to look at Damian. The alpha's scent is unnervingly emotionless, and Damian doesn't know what the expression on his face is.
He doesn't want to stick around to try and figure it out.
Damian turns to bolt away, gather his thoughts and process what just happened, but his arm is grabbed before he can escape. Heat floods his nerves at the touch, overwhelming but not unbearable. Damian wants to both tear his arm away from and lean further into the touch.
He looks over to meet Richard's eyes. The man has sat up from his prone position, and is just staring at Damian. They stay like that, and Damian's mind wanders as he tries to process what just happened.
His gaze wanders down to the arm Richard grabbed. It's his right arm, and Damian can just barely see the hint of blue of his knuckles peeking out from the alpha's grasp. The blue that signifies that he's found his soulmate. That signifies that Richard is his soulmate.
That's the part that conflicts Damian the most about all of this. Damian has been taught that alphas want nothing more than to control their omega soulmates, to keep them locked up and bred for the remainder of their days. He has been taught that finding his soulmate would signify the end of his freedom and the end of his ability to take over Father's mantle. He has been taught that a soulmate would be a weakness he cannot afford in his way of life.
But then there's Richard himself. Richard, the one who helped take care of Damian when Father was thought to be dead, who encouraged Damian to keep doing what he's doing despite his omega status, who helped bring Damian out of his shell following his integration into Father's home.
Richard is nothing like Damian had been taught to fear. Damian truly doesn't believe that that will change now that their soulmate status is unveiled. So what does it mean? What does Damian do now?
"Damian?" Richard's voice breaks through his spiraling thoughts. Damian looks back up to the alpha's face, which holds a fond and caring expression. It's an expression Richard has given Damian countless times before, and it brings Damian to another realization. Damian doesn't want this new information to negatively affect their relationship. He can only imagine how Richard must be feeling about this, after all. Richard just discovered that his soulmate is someone over 15 years his junior, someone who he sees as a son younger sibling. How does someone act in that situation? Damian hasn't the faintest idea. But what he does know is that he doesn't want their interactions to become strained and awkward like it has the potential to do following this revelation.
"Dami," Richard's voice cuts in again and Damian realizes he zoned out again, lost in his thoughts. "Fuck, you're crying."
He is? Damian reaches a hand up to his face, feeling the tear tracks trailing down his cheeks. Oh. He is. Damian can't imagine why that would be the case, though. Is he truly that scared of losing Richard from this?
"Shit, I'm so sorry," Richard says, releasing Damian's arm as he does. The alpha's scent finally expresses something, distress and guilt filling Damian's nose. His confusion keeps Damian from continuing his previous retreat.
"What are you sorry about?" Damian ignores how cracked his voice sounds from his crying in favor of watching Richard.
"What do you mean? You're crying because you're stuck with me as a soulmate, and you ask me why I'm sorry?"
Damian scoffs. "I am not crying because of you being my soulmate. Although, even if I was, it would hardly be your fault."
It's Richard's turn to be confused. "Then why are you crying?"
Damian hesitates. It's bad enough that he's crying at all, but to actually explain his reasoning feels entirely too vulnerable. Especially because it's such a silly thing to cry about. But this is Richard (his soulmate), and Damian knows that the man will never betray him for showing such vulnerability.
"I simply do not wish for this revelation to negatively impact our current relationship," he eventually gets out.
"Oh, Damian," Richard gives him that look again, that fond, gentle look that makes Damian feel so loved and cared for. Its accompanied by the smell of protect, love, mine, help. It's like a magnet. pulling Damian towards Richard on the sparing mat. He sits down besides the alpha. A hint of confusion tinges Richard's scent. "What are you doing?"
"Well…" Damian responds before trailing off. Because he himself is not really sure what caused him to move in closer. "I… figured that since our initial reactions to this information have passed, it only makes sense for us to discuss what this means."
"It doesn't have to mean anything," Richard is quick to respond. Damian's not sure why the words make him feel so despondent, so rejected. "We can pretend this never happened. That way, our relationship doesn't have to change at all. We can just keep going on like we have."
Damian gives the offer serious consideration. It would be the best course of action, all things considered. Their relationship doesn't change, and Damian doesn't have to go against what he's been taught. Richard can go on to find someone more appropriate for him, and the two can continue to care for each other as they have before. As just family.
But then, Damian thinks about the look Richard gave him. The one that makes him feel like the most important person in the world. And then he thinks about the scent that accompanied it. The love and care that poured out of the alpha, the hint of possessiveness that supplemented it. Then he's thinking of the grip Richard had on his arm, the warmth of the alpha's skin on his, the tingling that felt just a little bit different from the feeling he gets from other people's touch. Damian thinks he wouldn't mind feeling that touch again. Feeling himself be surrounded by that warmth, by Richard's touch on all sides. Feeling himself be encompassed by Richard's scent, by the smell of the alpha's love for him.
Damian realizes he doesn't want to ignore this. Realizes that what he had been taught can't possibly be the full truth, not with someone as wonderful as Richard being the one on the other end of his bond. Richard will not abuse his trust, will not lock him away like he had been led to believe. Will not breed him full of pups over and over again and not allow him to do anything else…
Damian feels a shiver go through him at that last thought. The image of Richard breeding him full, giving him pups to carry on the Wayne family name, doesn't scare him as much as it should. Maybe it's because he knows Richard would be a suitable choice of sire, or maybe it's because he knows firsthand that Richard will make a wonder father. But Damian realizes that he doesn't actually mind the reality he's learned to fear, as long as the alpha in question is Richard.
"What if…" Damian starts. He has to swallow the sudden lump in his throat before continuing. "What if I don't want that?"
Richard deflates at the words, and Damian realizes too late that the man misunderstands his meaning. "I would understand. I can leave and you never have to see me again, if that's really what you want-"
"That is not what I meant, Richard." Damian is quick to cut him off. "I merely meant, what if I do not want to ignore this."
Richard's eyes widen as he finally understand. "I know you don't want a soulmate, Damian. You don't have to force yourself to accept this if you don't want it."
"But I do want it," and Damian is still shocked at just how true those words are. "I want it because it's you."
At that, Damian makes the decision to move even closer to Richard. He reaches out his hand to rest it on Richard's arm, right where his soulmark rests. The heat of Richard's skin burns him, and he can't stop the gasp that escapes his lips as he pulls the hand away slightly.
"Dami?" Richard asks, concern lacing the word.
"I am fine, Richard." Damian responds. "I am merely… not used to touch."
Richard gets a calculated look on his face, before he lifts his own hand to rest it on top of Damian's. He pushes the omega's palm back onto the warm skin. Another gasp forces its way out of him. The feeling burns, but underneath the shock Damian notes that it's not actually unpleasant. Without realizing it, Damian is leaning into the sensation, and suddenly his own arm is resting against Richard's.
The feeling is intense, like nothing Damian has ever felt before. A whine escapes his lips, and he's unsure if he should pull away or crawl even closer. The choice is taken from him as Richard pulls him in, moving his hand off Damian's to bring it around the younger's shoulder.
"Oh, baby." Richard says softly. The alpha lays back, pulling Damian on top of him so that their bodies lay flush together. "I didn't realize just how touch starved you are."
Damian is too drunk off the feeling of Richard's body beneath him to really process the man's meaning. He simply nuzzles his face into the crook of Richard's neck instead. He takes a deep breath from the scent gland beneath his nose, breathing in the alpha's scent as it washes over him.
"I guess you have been avoiding everyone's touch, huh?" He hears Richard muse out loud. He hums in agreement. Damian feels the man chuckle under him, and suddenly hands are rubbing circles on his back. Damian whines again at the feeling. The hands move underneath Damian's shirt to reach his bare skin and Damian melts.
The two lay like that for what feels like forever, Richard rubbing warmth into Damian's skin while Damian soaks up as much as he can. The omega can't help himself from letting out the occasional whine or purr at the touches, and Richard responds to each one with more touch or a noise of his own.
Eventually, Richard interrupts the silence. "Ok, I think it's time we get up now."
Damian keens. He doesn't want this to end. Being surrounded by Richard's warmth and scent is something out of Damian's dreams and he wants to stay here for the rest of his life. At that thought, Damian presses even harder into the man beneath him, as if he can somehow merge with him so he never has to leave. Richard tenses at the movement, something he hasn't done this entire time. Damian lets out a questioning whine.
"Come on, Dami. I need to go." Richard's voice is strained, and Damian can smell his scent growing distressed. There's something else in that scent, something that Damian has never smelt before. He takes another deep breath in to try and figure out what it is, his exhalation landing right on top of Richard's scent gland. Damian can feel a shudder run through the alpha at the feeling.
Damian pulls his face out of Richard's neck to look at the man's expression. Richard's eyes are wide and dark with something Damian doesn't recognize.
"Are you alright, Richard?" He asks quietly.
"I'll be fine, Dami. I just need to go for now. We can talk about this later, okay?" The alpha's scent is filling more and more with that unknown smell, and Damian wonders if that has to do with the man's sudden urge to leave.
Damian nods, though, and moves to sit up. He doesn't get far before he feels something beneath him that makes him stop in his tracks. His eyes widen as he realizes that Richard's cock is half erect beneath him. He shifts slightly on top of it, watching as Richard tries to hold back a moan. Damian takes another deep breath in. He realizes with a start that the unknown scent he is smelling must be arousal.
"Richard?" Damian lets the movement of his hips finish his unspoken question for the man.
"Fuck, Dami. I'm sorry." Richard sits up as well, making it so that Damian is sitting in his lap as opposed to simply straddling him. The movement pushes his cock against Damian for a brief moment, the hardening appendage poking into Damian's thigh harshly. He watches Richard try to hold back another moan. He feels himself starting to grow aroused in response.
Instead of replying to Richard's words, Damian snakes his hands under Richard's shirt. He moves his arms higher and higher, letting the shirt ride up with them. Damian presses into Richard's chest, sighing at the feeling of warm skin against him. He can feel his own arousal growing all the while, and grinds lazily down onto Richard's cock.
"Damian, what are you doing?" Richard's voice is high and questioning. When Damian presses his nose back into the man's neck, his scent is filled with both guilt anxious protect fear and interest mine mate love want. Damian doesn't reply. Instead, he presses a light kiss to the gland in front of him. Richard shivers before pulling Damian away from his neck. "Damian, stop!"
Damian freezes. He can feel the distress creeping into his scent without his consent, rejection and fear swirling in the mix. Richard must smell it, because he starts talking once more.
"Damian, you don't want this. You can't want this. You need to stop before you do something you regret."
Damian frowns at the words. "What do you mean, I can't want this?"
"Damian, before today you wanted nothing to do with soulmates. And even if you did somehow actually want me, you are far too young to want to take this any farther."
"I know what I want," Damian replies decisively. "I want to feel your touch. I want your hands and your chest and even your cock. Everything, touching me. And I want to feel it everywhere."
There's a sharp inhale before Richard's arms come to wrap possessively around Damian's waist. "Don't ask for things you're going to regret."
"I won't."
"Once I start, I won't be able to stop."
"Good," Damian leans in closer, his lips only a hair away from Richard's. "I never want you to stop touching me for the rest of my life."
Richard growls and suddenly Damian's mouth is devoured by the alpha's. He whines at the feeling of it, the feeling of the wet heat of Richard's breath and tongue and teeth against Damian's own. Damian's hands grip tightly against Richard's back as he tries to give as much as he can in the kiss. It's his first one, after all, and he wants it to be perfect.
Damian feels Richard chuckle against his lips. "You're so earnest. So eager to please. Is this your first kiss?" At Damian's nod, the alpha groans. "Good."
Somehow the kiss grows rougher, as Richard pushes Damian onto his back. If Damian thought laying on top of Richard felt nice, nothing could have prepared him for what it feels like to have Richard on top of him. The warmth feels more intense, with the weight of Richard pressing down onto him. Damian can't help the groan that escapes him at the sensation.
"That feel good, baby?" Richard whispers, as he pulls away from Damian's lips. Damian wants to whine, but it comes out a gasp as Richard starts kissing down his neck instead.
"Ri-Richard" Damian manages, before another gasp leaves him from Richard ghosting over his mating gland with his lips. "Ah!"
"Fuck. I don't think I could have asked for a better soulmate." Richard goes on, kissing down Damian's chest over his tank top as he does. He pushes the shirt up to kiss at the actual skin, moving his lips upwards until they latch onto Damian's nipples. Damian can't stop his noises as Richard continues to tease his nipples.
"Ah-ah-a-Baba!"
Everything stills. The only sounds are the blood pumping in Damian's ears and their combined panting. Damian meets Richard's eyes. The alpha's pupils have grown wider and darker at the word Damian just let slip.
Suddenly, Richard is attacking Damian's lips once more. Somehow, this kiss is even more heated than the previous.
"That's right," Richard pants out during the brief moments their lips are separated. "Baba's gonna take good care of you."
Damian groans, feeling himself grown more aroused at the words. Richard leans back from Damian so that he can pull the omega's tank top off completely. Then, he is everywhere, kissing every inch of exposed skin he can get his lips on. Damian feels himself shaking at the touch, overwhelmed but not wanting the feeling to end all the same.
Richard kisses Damian's chest, his neck, even his arms, everywhere he can. Some of the spots haven't been touched by anyone but Damian himself in a long time and that makes them all the more sensitive to the light brush of lips. Damian's shakes turn to full on trembles, yet Damian wants nothing more than to pull Richard even closer.
He does exactly that, because he can. He places his hands into Richard's hair, only marveling at the soft locks for a brief moment before using the grip to press Richard into him. Richard's chuckle vibrates Damian's stomach, where his lips currently fall.
"You're so impatient, baby. Baba told you he'd take care of you, didn't he?"
"Please, Baba. I need more!" Damian can't seem to bring himself to care that he's begging. He's too overwhelmed by the feeling of Richard all around him.
"Well, I can't say no when my baby boy sounds like that, now can I?" Without another word, Richard is sliding down Damian's shorts, taking them off completely and throwing them behind him without care. He makes to continue his kisses lower, but Damian stops him.
"You too?" he asks, pulling slightly at Richard's own tank top. Richard's fond look returns.
"Sure, baby." Richard replies, easily pulling it off and throwing it in the same direction as the shorts. Richard leans down to capture Damian's lips again, this time their flush chests lacking any barrier between them.
Damian moans at the feeling, and he can't stop his hips from bucking up into the body atop him. The feeling is even more intense than before, now that his shorts are gone and only his underwear stands between his cocklet and the air.
Richard pulls back from the kiss. "Fuck, Dami. You're so good. You want me to touch you there too?" At Damian's nod, Richard smirks and Damian has the sinking feeling he's not going to get what he wants. "You're just gonna have to wait a little longer."
Damian whines in confusion, but Richard ignores it in favor of leaning down to kiss Damian's thighs.
"You said you wanted my touch everywhere, did you not? Well, I'm happy to oblige." With that, Richard starts trailing kisses lower, down Damian's thighs and to his knees. Then he goes lower still: calves, ankles, arches, soles. Not an inch of skin is ignored by Richard's lips. Said lips leave trails of fire in their wake, a tingling that Damian knows he'll be feeling for days after this.
Finally, finally, Richard starts making his way up his legs once more. Up and up, closer and closer to where Damian craves him. Then, he's pulling away to remove Damian's underwear. But instead of going to his cocklet like he wants him to, or even his cunt, Richard lifts Damian's legs to kiss around his thighs and up to his ass.
"Richard?" Damian asks wearily.
"Shhh, baby. You'll be okay." That's all the warning Damian gets before Richard's lips land perfectly on his hole.
"Wha-Ah!" Damian gasps as he feels the alpha's tongue slip inside of him. It's indescribable, the feeling of something wet and warm slipping where not even Damian has touched before. Richard's hands move around his thighs to finally touch his cocklet, but that feeling is underwhelming in the face of Richard eating out his ass.
Richard moves as if he's eating the best food he's ever tasted, moaning as he continues to thrust his tongue in and out of Damian. The stretch isn't much, barely anything really even despite the dryness of his hole, but it feels so good. Damian can't control his own noises at the feeling.
Damian jumps when he feels something nudge against his slit. Richard's finger rubs slowly in the slick that's been slowly dripping out of him for a while now. Damian's body can't decide if it wants to grind against those fingers, urge them into his aching slit, or back onto Richards tongue to encourage it further inside of him.
The rumbling of a chuckle on his hole takes the decision away from him, causing him to arch forward into the fingers on his cunt. One slides gently inside of him, only to the first knuckle, but still feeling overwhelming in the face of everything else.
"B-Baba!" Damian cries, pressing forward into the finger and urging it deeper inside of him. Richard allows it, letting the digit slide all the way inside of him. It hurts a bit, Damian's young walls not used to anything inside of them yet. Damian is still going through his puppy heats, after all, the need for insertion not quite as strong now as they will be later on in life.
Damian has a feeling that is going to change after today.
Richard starts to pump his finger in and out of Damian in time with his tongue. He soon adds a second finger, and Damian groans at the stretch it provides. Richard pulls his mouth away from his ass to ask, "are you doing okay, Dami?"
"Fuck," Damian replies, fully pressing into Richard's fingers now that he's no longer distracted by his mouth and tongue. "Richard- Baba! Please! Don't stop. Need you."
Richard groans. He puts Damian's legs down in favor of leaning over him to kiss the omega deeply. Damian wants to feel disgusted at the taste of his own ass in his mouth, but he finds he doesn't mind it too much. Richard's hand remains trapped between them as they kiss, continuing their task of fingering and scissoring Damian's cunt.
Everything is too much yet not enough. It brings Damian closer and closer towards something he's never felt before but can guess on what it is.
"Baba, I'm gonna-" He's cut off by another moan as Richard chooses that moment to insert another finger. Just like that, Damian is shouting as he feels his walls clench around the three fingers inside of him. His cocklet jerks as cum shoots out of it and slick squirts out of his slit at the same time.
Richard keeps moving through it all, his fingers pumping and scissoring him the entire time. Soon the movement starts to hurt, his walls oversensitive from his orgasm. Yet Damian doesn't want him to stop. He craves it, even. Damian is starting to think he craves any touch Richard is willing to give him, no matter what it is. Pleasure, pain. Damian wants it all.
Damian ruts into the sensation, feeling Richard's deliciously painful fingers as they scrape against his oversensitive walls. It takes Richard a moment to understand, but when he does his mouth drops open. He moves his free hand up into Damian's hair, running his fingers gently through the locks before grabbing some and pulling. Damian moans at the feeling.
"Oh baby," Richard says reverently. "I'm going to ruin you."
"Pl-eease" Damian gasps as his hair is tugged again, his eyes closing at the sensation.
Richard is moving away, and Damian cries out pitifully. "Shh, baby. I'm right here. I just need to undress real quick."
Damian reopens his eyes so he can watch as Richard loses his own shorts and underwear. The alpha's cock is fully erect, large and throbbing with precum leaking out of the tip. Before Damian can do anything, Richard is back on top of him, stealing his lips with his own once more.
He feels the alpha maneuvering their legs so that Damian's are wrapped around his waist, allowing Richard to lay between them. It gives the alpha easy access to Damian's cunt. Richard pulls away from their kiss to stare Damian in the eyes.
"This is your last chance, Damian," Richard says, soft but serious. "You can tell me to stop, no consequences. We can pretend this never happened and go on like before."
"Richard," Damian responds. "Baba." Richard's breath hitches at the name once more. "I want you to fuck me. Want to feel your cock inside of me, feel your knot inside of me, feel your cum filling me up and reaching places I could never hope to touch. Please!"
Damian tries to use his legs around Richard's waist to pull the man closer, but the alpha remains steady as his wide eyes stare at Damian.
"Wait, Dami. I didn't plan going that far." At Damian's frown, Richard continues, "Dami, you're too young to even think about breeding. I was going to pull out, or at least keep my knot outside. I wasn't planning to breed you."
"Richard," Damian grabs Richard's face so he can see how serious Damian is about this. "When I lived with Mother, I was taught that my alpha soulmate would want nothing more than to control me and keep me bred. I learned to fear that reality. But, in learning that you are my soulmate, I've realized that there's nothing to fear. Even if you do breed me, you will never limit what I can do outside of keeping our pups safe. And I…" here, Damian pauses, unsure if he can voice his next thought out loud. He finds his voice, and continues anyway, "I want that. Want you to breed me. Because it's you."
"Why?" Richard's voice is so soft.
"Because I cannot think of anyone more worthy of helping me carry on the Wayne name, of being the father for my pups. And I don't think I can wait for that to become true."
Richard groans, pressing his face to hide in the crook of Damian's neck. "Bruce is going to kill me."
"Father can do nothing, given the fact that we are soulmates. He holds no authority in this matter."
"Fuck." And with that, Damian feels something hard press against his wet folds. "Okay, baby. Yeah. Baba's gonna breed you nice and full."
Damian moans loudly at those words, and that's all it takes for Richard to finally press the tip of his cock in. He moves slowly, inch by inch pressing the thick appendage into Damian's virgin cunt. Well, not virgin for much longer, anyway. It doesn't take long for the stretch to burn, but that only makes Damian press closer. He revels in the pain, whining high and needy as Richard presses deeper and deeper inside of him.
Eventually, Richard stops, reaching just above where his knot is already starting to form. "You ready, baby?"
"Please, Baba. Fuck me!" Damian's words pull a growl out of Richard, and the alpha is pulling back until just the tip of his cock is still inside. Then, he's slamming forward, coaxing a scream out of Damian. Richard doesn't stop, doesn't check in with Damian. He just does it again and again until he's built himself a hard and fast rhythm.
Damian doesn't have the words to describe the feeling of Richard fucking deep inside of him. The man is reaching places Damian's never even dreamed of having someone touch, and the pleasure and pain mixes with the tingling warmth of skin on skin. And then, Richard hits a spot that has Damian seeing stars, and suddenly Damian is coming again just like that. Richard doesn't slow his pace at all, knowing that Damian enjoys the feeling he's giving him. Enjoys the pain and oversensitive pleasure that courses through his body.
"Baby, I'm not going to last much longer if you keep clenching like that around me," Richard rumbles, burying his face in Damian's neck as he continues barreling into the omega.
"Then don't. Knot me. Breed me full of Baba's pups." Somehow, Damian's words cause Richard to thrust even faster. He angles himself so that every slam of his hips causes his cock to strike that same spot as before. And then, there's something else pressing at Damian's entrance.
Damian groans, thrusting his hips in time with Richard to try and pop his knot inside of him. He eventually succeeds, and they both groan as the swelling knot is swallowed by Damian's lips. But then, Richard is pulling it out again. Before Damian can complain, it's shoved back in. Richard repeats this, allowing his huge knot to continuously stretch and rub Damian's entrance as it pops in and out, and Damian groans at the sensation.
Eventually, the knot becomes too big to move through the rim anymore. And as much as Damian wishes for nothing more than to force his abused rim to continue stretching past its capacity in order to feel the burn of the engorged knot passing through it, he knows he shouldn't. Besides, he has something even better to look forward to, if the way Richard's grinding is starting to stutter is any indication.
"Shit. Baby, I'm gonna breed you so fucking good, I promise." The words are panted and breathless, and Damian knows it's only a matter of time before the alpha is spilling inside of him. He attempts to help hurry it along, grinding up hard to push the cock inside of him even deeper. It presses against his cervix, and Damian feels himself screaming as he cums for a third time. That's what sends Richard over the edge as well, Damian's walls clenching tightly around the cock inside. They milk the cum that shoots out, encouraging every last drop out.
Damian feels nothing but bliss as the feeling of Richard's cum spreads inside of him and his womb. It's a little uncomfortable at first, and yet the feeling of warmth that fills those last untouched parts of him fills Damian with something he doesn't know how to name.
Richard continues grinding a bit longer, hips pressing slow and hard as he continues to empty his load inside of the omega below him. It's only when he's run completely dry that he gives one last harsh grind before coming to a halt. He moves to his knees, bringing Damian's crotch to rest against Richard's stomach, his legs still straddled around the alpha's waist. Damian pulls himself up and maneuvers them instead so that he's sitting on Richard's lap as opposed to laying on his back in front of him.
Richard's knot ties them together like that, but Damian doesn't mind one bit. The feeling of Richard still inside of him, holding the warm cum inside so it can't drip out, feels exquisite, and Damian almost wishes they could stay like this for eternity.
The two stare at each other, pupils wide and dark, and breath heavy and quick.
"So…" Richard starts. Damian cuts him off with a kiss. This one is soft and gentle, nothing at all like the hungry kisses of before.
"We will discuss the logistics later," Damian decides for them both. "For now, I wish to stay like this. I want to revel in touch now that I can allow myself to feel it."
Richard gives him that look again, his gaze and scent both screaming their love for him. When he speaks, his voice holds that same love, and it makes Damian's chest feel warm at the sound. "Yeah, okay."
~~~~~
End note:
Things you will more often than not find in my fics: guilt complex Dick Grayson and incest kink. And the best part of dickdami is not only can it have both, but I can have either sibling incest kink or father/son incest kink.
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Settle down nice and warm in your nest with a cup of hot chocolate, because Omega Dami Week 2025 is happening December 1-7!
Celebrate the youngest Robin by showing the softer side of this born and raised assassin. But soft doesn't mean weak. And anyone who knows Omega Damian Wayne is well aware of this.
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Written for @omegatimweek2025 day 5, @omegadamiweek2025 day 2, and @timdamiweekofficial day 1
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Fandom: Batman All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage Sex
Relationship: Tim Drake/Damian Wayne
Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne
Tags:
omegatimweek2025, omegadamiweek2025, timdamiweek2025, breeding kink, incest kink, pseudo-incest, sex pollen, trapped in a closet, alpha/omega/beta dynamics, nontraditional alpha/omega/beta dynamics, omega Tim Drake, omega Damian Wayne, consensual underage sex, talks about consent, no beta we die like Jason Todd, POV Third Person
Summary:
Tim and Damian are currently stuck in a tiny closet in a smuggler's warehouse. It should be easy for Tim to twist himself to pick the lock on the door behind him, except he's been dosed with the sex pollen the smugglers are transporting. The two omegas quickly realize there's only one solution.
A/N:
Shhh, this isn't late what are you talking about.
I really wanted to get this out yesterday so I could say I posted two fics in one day, but alas time was not on my side. I'm still glad I was able finish both fics for this day that I wanted.
I don't know how I feel about this one. It took me a couple tries to finish, and I kind of rushed through the smut itself to get it finished. I don't think it's my best work, but I hope you all enjoy it all the same.
Omega Tim Day 5
Mint: Breeding kink | Soul-mate | Omega keeps coming because of knot
Omega Dami Day 2
Snowed-In: Arranged Marriage | Culture Shock | Incest (kink)
TimDami Day 1
Sex pollen | trapped together
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"Drake, this is entirely your fault." Damian snarls into Tim's ear. Tim huffs, ignoring the heat flooding his body in favor of snapping back at the boy.
"My fault? How is this my fault? You're the one who went against orders!"
"Because your orders were inefficient! I found a better solution and acted accordingly."
"Better solution my ass. We wouldn't be in this situation if you had just listened for once in your goddamn life!" Tim shifts slightly in the small space to try and prove his point, only to regret it as even just the friction of his pants sends a spark shooting through him.
Luckily, Damian doesn't notice as he continues. "I will not stoop so low as to listen to the likes of you."
"Listening to me would have prevented this whole fucking-" Tim cuts himself off suddenly, focusing on the sounds of footsteps growing closer to their location. Damian doesn't seem to hear them, the young omega too focused on getting in the last word.
"If I had listened to you, surely we-" Tim rushes to cover Damian's mouth, ignoring the teen's protests as the steps seem to stop near the closet they are currently squished in. He also tries to ignore the heat of the boy's skin through his glove. It's tense, and Damian finally seems to realize the situation as he quiets down to listen. Tim removes his hand when he's sure Damian won't get loud again.
"It looks like they're gone." A muffled voice speaks. There's a sound of agreement from another person.
"Yeah, but knowing those damn bats, they ain't gonna be gone for long. And they're bound to bring reinforcements."
"Tell the boys to pack up and relocate, I want us long gone 'fore they return."
"Where we sendin' everything?"
"Tell 'em to bring the shipment to our 34th street building. It's the most secure one we got."
"Can do." The footsteps split up, one rushing back the way they came and the other continuing where they were going. Tim and Damian remain quiet, even after the echoing steps fade and eventually disappear. Finally, after another few minutes, Tim speaks.
"Well, at least we know where they're taking their supply," he sighs.
"If we hurry up, we will not need to know where they're taking it." Damian growls. "Surely we can catch up to some lowlife thugs."
Tim feels the heat inside of him growing hotter, feels himself starting to grow wet with slick, and knows for certain that won't be the case. But before he can voice any of his thoughts, Damian is trying to squirm towards the door to the closet.
"What are you doing?" Tim doesn't squeak, per-say, but it's a close thing.
"I am trying to exit this godforsaken closet in order to pursue our enemies. So if you could move out of the way…" Damian pushes against Tim to try and squeeze past him, but there's not enough room for him to get by. All he succeeds in doing is pushing himself closer to Tim, causing them to become flush chest to chest. Tim has to hold back a groan at the feeling of someone so close to him. "Drake. Move this instant."
"Don't you think," Tim grits out through the cramps that are starting to pulse through his stomach, "that I would have already if I could?"
"Well then, open the door this instant and let us go."
"It's locked, asshole."
Damian scoffs. "If a mere lock is enough to stop you, you really are not worthy of your titles after all."
"Listen here you little shit-" another cramp pulses through Tim, a gush of slick leaking out of his entrance. Damian narrows his eyes.
"What is wrong with you? Clearly, it is not just the lock preventing you from opening this door."
Tim only groans, curling into himself a bit at the pain. Damian stares at him for another moment before the realization hits.
"Drake? Were you hit with that pollen those goons are shipping?" Damian's frown turns into a glare. "And you dared to trap yourself in such small quarters with me anyway?"
"I didn't realize I'd been hit until we were already in here. I had hoped we'd be able to get out of here quickly so I could take care of it."
"But you do not have the steadiness to pick a lock at the moment, and I cannot reach it properly." Damian concludes. Tim simply nods. Damian seems to think it over for a moment. "The pollen is a simple heat replicator, yes?"
Tim nods again, but instead of continuing his thought process, Damian simply nods his own head and moves his hand. Tim doesn't realize where it's heading until it's too late. He gasps as Damian presses his hand into Tim's crotch through his tights.
"Damian?" Tim sputters. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Damian asks, too casual for someone who is currently grinding their palm into someone's crotch. "If the pollen replicates a heat, then the best way to counteract it enough to leave is for you to ejaculate. I am merely speeding things along."
Tim snatches Damian's hand away. "You can't just touch someone without asking, Damian. It's called consent."
"You were likely to reject my solution. But as it is the best course of action I decided to forgo asking in order to get quicker results."
Tim groans, exasperated. He leans his head back to stare exasperatedly at the ceiling. "Damian, you cannot keep doing that. Especially for something like this. It's bad enough when you do it in the field, but when it comes to something like consent it is not an option to ignore it."
"But-"
Tim cuts off his protest. "Damian. I don't care if it's the 'best course of action' or whatever. You do not ignore consent. Do you understand?" Tim stares him down, trying to convey just how important this lesson is with his expression. Damian stares back, gaze turning uncertain in the heat of Tim's glare.
Finally, he nods.
"Good," Tim sighs. He thinks over their situation for a moment, trying to see if there is anything they can do. Except… his brain keeps falling back on Damian's plan. The younger omega is not wrong in his conclusion. Their best bet is likely helping to stave off the heat enough for them to get out of this closet. And it would probably be more efficient if someone else helps.
Tim groans. "Damn it, you're probably right though." As much as he hates to admit it.
Damian looks like he wants to be smug, but is instead a little confused. "What are you saying Drake?"
"I mean, it's probably best to stave off the pseudo-heat, and another person is likely to help tamper it more than if I did it myself."
"Tch. I told you so." Damian snarks, although Tim can see the hesitation in his eyes. They flicker down quickly before looking back up at Tim. Tim wants to give a fond smile, but holds it back lest Damian grow huffy.
"This is me giving my consent, Dami," Tim says softly. "You can touch me. Unless you'd actually rather me do it myself?"
"I can do it," Damian snaps. He still doesn't move. His hesitation is cute, in its own way. When he was in charge, Damian had been full steam ahead, but now that Tim has taken over and brought attention to Damian's actions, the boy is overly cautious.
Tim realizes he still has Damian's wrist in his grasp and decides to make the first move. He leads the hand down to settle where it had been previously. Damian jolts suddenly at the feeling under his palm. Tim's almost certain he's starting to soak through his uniform from the precum of his cocklet alone. If Damian were to reach down further, Tim would probably soak the younger omega's hand in slick even through the fabric.
Damian hesitantly grinds his hand into the bulge of Tim's cocklet, drawing a groan out of him. Growing more confident in his movements, Damian squeezes Tim, playing with his leaking tip through the fabric. Tim can't help the noises that spill from his lips at the feeling. He leans his head to rest on the door behind him to steady himself as Damian continues to stoke him.
"Dami," Tim pants out as the boy reaches below his cocklet to press against his clothed lips. That must give Damian the courage to press his fingers in, simulating pressing in through the tights. "Dami, please."
"What is it you need, Drake?" Damian asks, voice low and husky. Tim is shocked by how hot he finds the sound.
Instead of answering, Tim reaches down to disarm the security of his suit and pull the tights down. It leaves him in his skin tight underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination as the soaked garment clings to his wet cunt.
Damian's breath hitches at the sight. He looks into Tim's eyes, his gaze asking for permission. Tim nods and that's all it takes for the boy to reach his hand underneath the waistband and grab hold of Tim's cocklet. Tim whines until Damian starts moving. And fuck, does Damian know what he's doing. Tim's not sure if it's from being a fellow omega, or from pleasing other omegas before, but Damian knows exactly how to handle Tim to make him see stars from just his cocklet alone.
With the skilled hand and the pollen running through Tim's veins, it's not long before Tim feels himself reaching his peak.
"Dami- fuck, Dami I'm getting close."
"Then what are you waiting for, Drake? Permission? Cum already."
At those words, Tim does. With a moan, Tim feels himself spill into Damian's hand, his slit squirting slick into his underwear at the same time. Damian works him through it, continuing to pump his hand on Tim's cocklet until the first hints of overstimulation start to hit.
"So?" Damian asks as he pulls his hand out of Tim's underwear. He stares at the cum covering the appendage, as opposed to meeting Tim's eyes. "Are you feeling well enough for us to leave now?"
Tim wishes that were the case. Wishes that one orgasm could have staved the continuous heat growing hotter and hotter within him. Instead, another cramp already rushes through him, forcing him to grunt in pain.
"I don't…" another cramp and another grunt, "think that's gonna be enough."
Damian frowns. "What else are we to do then?"
"You're the one who thought your oh-so-flawless plan would work. Surely you can think of something else now that it hasn't?"
Damian growls at the jab, but seems to seriously consider their options. "A heat is meant for breeding, so simulating being bred is likely the best way to satisfy this pollen. Although, seeing how normal ejaculation did not provide any relief, it is also possible that this pollen requires outside pheromones. Considering we cannot remove our scent blockers right now, the best course of action would be…" Damian trails off.
Normally, Tim would have been able to follow Damian's thought process without issue. But the pollen is slowly overtaking Tim's own ability to think, and he can't seem to figure out where Damian is going with this.
"What?" He snaps, just before another cramp hits him. The cramps are more frequent and more intense, and Tim wonders what will happen if they don't satisfy this pollen quick enough.
"Timothy." Damian says, and the fog in Tim's head clears slightly at the use of his first name. "Our best course of action would be for me to penetrate you."
Tim's body sings at the prospect, but his head is clear enough for him to recognize exactly what Damian is suggesting. "Dami, you don't have to do that. We could-"
"With all variables involved, there is no guarantee any other solution would work efficiently." Damian snaps. "We don't have the time to test each variable individually. This tests as many possibilities as we can at once with the restraints we have. It is the most efficient solution." Damian pauses for a moment before adding on. "Do I have your consent?"
Tim wants to feel pride at the little bit of growth needed for Damian to ask that, but the circumstances surrounding it stops him. "Damian, I'm more worried about your consent. You don't have to do this just because you think you have to. We'll find another way if this is asking too much. Hell, I'd rather remove our blockers and risk our identities than force you to do this."
"That will be unnecessary." Damian replies decisively. His next words come out after a slight hesitation. "I… do not mind helping you in this way."
Tim doesn't know how to process that. Not just Damian's words themselves, but the expression he wears as he says them. The boy is avoiding Tim's eyes as a dark blush forms on his cheeks. Tim doesn't recall ever seeing the boy look this… self-conscious before. Insecure, even.
Tim feels his slit drip fresh slick at the sight of the boy. He knows he needs to tread carefully here though, despite how much he wants to just go with it and ravish the boy in front of him. He takes what little time he can to think over the suggestion carefully, trying to remain objective through the pollen inside of him screaming to let the younger omega breed penetrate him.
There are only so many things the pollen can detect biologically that can also be used as a means of flushing it out. Damian is right that the most likely candidates are pheromones and penetration. But would the pollen really be able to differentiate between an orgasm caused by penetration versus cocklet stimulation? If Tim had to guess, the pollen likely has some sort of ability to bond with pheromones that could help break down the pollen.
There are two ways they can do that. Either take off Damian's scent blockers and risk his identity being exposed, or interacting with Damian's currently unblocked sex pheromones. The second option would also allow them to test the penetration theory, on the off-chance that is actually the real answer.
Logically, Tim knows it's the best solution given their time constraint. Physically, Tim's body is craving that solution as well. But mentally… Tim is not as opposed to the idea as he knows he should be.
"Ok," he finds himself saying. "If you're absolutely sure, then I suppose it really is our best chance of getting out of here."
The look of absolute happiness that shows for a brief moment on Damian's face catches Tim off guard. But before he can examine it too closely, the expression is gone just as fast as it arrived.
"I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't sure," the boy replies instead, his voice carefully even. Tim waits for Damian to take that as an invitation to start doing… something. Instead, the two of them just stand there staring at each other. It seems like just like before, now that Damian has been given explicit permission to do what he said he would, he's gotten cold feet.
Once again, Tim can't help but find the hesitance of the usually headstrong omega adorable. He also knows he's going to have to take charge of this situation if they want to actually get things done.
Tim places a hand gently on Damian's cheek. The boys eyes widen at the contact. "Dami, can I touch you?"
"W-what?" Damian sputters, and Tim has the sudden urge to kiss the shock off of the boy's face… The thought comes from out of nowhere, and Tim does not have time to unpack it right now. It must be the pollen, he decides before promptly pushing the thought away. "I am not the one who needs assistance here, Drake. Why would you need to touch me?"
Tim smiles fondly at the boy's apparent lack of experience in this department. There goes Tim's theory of Damian touching other omegas before.
"Dami," he states gently, "we need to make sure you're prepared as much as I am." He pauses, before adding, "besides, if we're doing this I want you to enjoy it as much as you can given the circumstances."
"My pleasure is hardly important-" Damian starts and Tim decides fuck it and shuts the boy up. He uses his grip on the boy's cheek to angle their lips to meet. Damian makes a noise of surprise, his eyes widening once more. But he doesn't pull away, doesn't yell or hit Tim like Tim almost expects.
Instead, the boy melts into the kiss, returning it enthusiastically. His hands land on Tim's hips, and Tim doesn't actually mind the touch like he feels he should. As they kiss, Tim moves his free hand lower, pressing a testing palm over Damian's crotch. He's shocked to find the boy's cocklet hard underneath his touch.
He pulls away from the kiss to get a look at the younger omega's face. His eyes are half lidded, and that dark blush has made a return on his cheeks. The sight sends another wave a slick rushing out of Tim. He leans back in, pulling the boy closer to start devouring his mouth.
Tim doesn't waste any more time, moving his hand from Damian's crotch to his waistband. Reaching in, he takes grasp of the cocklet inside. He gives it a few strokes before he realizes something. The cocklet is wet. Far wetter than it should be from pre-cum alone. Reaching behind the cocklet, Tim rubs a finger over Damian's slit and freezes. Its fucking drenched. Perhaps as much as Tim's own is.
He pulls back from the kiss. "Damian, are you sure you weren't hit with the pollen as well?"
"Of course I am!" Damian replies, but he refuses to meet Tim's eyes. It doesn't feel like he's lying, though. More like he's embarrassed by the admission. Embarrassed by the fact that he's this wet despite not being dosed…
Tim's eyes widen. "You… want this, don't you?"
Damian's eyes dart back to Tim's swiftly, not caring to hide the sheer panic in his expression.
"Does the idea of breeding me turn you on this much?" At his words, Damian's breath hitches and Tim knows he's right on the money… Not that he has anything to say with the way his walls clench at the thought. He decides to test further by adding, "You want to breed your big brother, Dami?"
Even without the scent of arousal in the air, Tim knows just how much the words affect the younger omega. He feels Damian's slit flutter against his fingers, his cocklet twitch between their bodies, his breath pick up in his chest. And the thing is? Tim can feel himself being just as affected.
"Fuck, Dami," Tim groans, pulling Damian's tights and underwear down in one swift motion. They're now both completely bottomless. The lack of space means they're both still right next to each other, with the leaking tips of their cocklets pressed together between their bodies.
Tim maneuvers himself so that Damian's cocklet is pressed against his folds. He wraps one of his legs around Damian's waist to pull him close.
"Drake, shouldn't we stretch you first?" Damian voice is slightly high pitched at the question.
"I don't need it," Tim replies. And it's only half a lie. Damian's cocklet is not nearly as big as some other things Tim's had inside of him, and the pollen is definitely making him slick enough to ease it in. Even still, Tim probably should stretch himself properly. But between the pollen and the realization of how much Damian wants this, Tim doesn't think he can wait much longer to have the omega inside of him.
Without another word, Tim is pressing closer to Damian, allowing the cocklet to slip inside of him. They both groan low at the feeling. Tim takes control completely, pushing until their hips meet and the cocklet is fully inside of him. Then he starts to move, pulling back as much as he can with the little space he's given before slamming himself back onto the cocklet.
They're both moaning at the feeling, and Tim presses his lips to Damian's to try and quiet the sounds. It's less of a kiss, really, and more of them just panting into each other's mouths as Tim steadily fucks himself onto Damian's cocklet.
"Fuck," Tim whispers into Damian's mouth, "fuck, you feel so good. I'm not gonna last long. I need you to fill me, Dami. Breed me full of your pups."
Damian moans at that, and then he's thrusting his hips in time with Tim. The slick sound of their bodies fills the little closet, and Tim has just enough brain capacity to hope no one can hear them right now.
"Timothy, I'm going to cum," Damian gets out, and the sound of Damian saying his first name is what does it for him. Tim is cumming with a low groan, his hips stuttering and his walls clenching deliciously down onto the cocklet inside.
Damian takes control then, continuing his thrusts even as Tim's climax overtakes him and he halts his own movement. Tim lets it happen, lets Damian continue to fuck into his cunt with great enthusiasm. The pollen and overstimulation has Tim cumming again before he's even come down from the last one. It's that that has Damian cumming as well.
The feeling of Damian's cum, as little as it is, is indescribable. Tim wants to say that's just the pollen running it's course, finally easing the heat that's been burning inside of him, but he knows that would be a lie. No, it's the fact that it's Damian, his little brother's cum that has him moaning at the feeling of it seeping deep inside of him.
Damian doesn't pull away immediately, instead laying his head on Tim's shoulder without care. Tim reaches a hand up to card through the boy's hair.
"You good, Dami?"
"Of course," Damian huffs, but it lacks any real bite. "The real question is, how are you feeling?"
"It definitely worked. Not sure which part, but I can feel the pollen's effects fading."
"That's… sufficient, I suppose," Damian responds, his voice carefully neutral.
"You know we're going to have to talk about this, right?"
Damian huffs, "perhaps that can wait until after we are out of the smuggler's closet?"
Tim snorts, "Fair enough. Let me see if I can get this lock now."
~~~~~
End notes:
Why does this building have a closet this small? For porn reasons, obviously. Don't look too closely into it, geez.
Also don't mind Tim's scientific rambles in the middle of the scene. Chalk it up to him being a nerd, ig.
Like I said, I don't really know how I feel about this or really what to say, so I won't keep talking.
I will say that while I have ideas, I don't have any more fics that I've started for these three weeks. So, if I end up posting anything else this week, Yay! If not, oh well.
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Thank you so much, dear anon! 🥰 We're also very excited, it's almost time! 🩷🩷✨ We're keeping our fingers crossed that everything goes well and everyone has a great time! 🤞🍀💚
