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“Jason, get off,” Dick says, shoving at Jason.
He’s being rude. He should be more patient with the pup, especially when Jason’s being affectionate like this, seeking comfort. But there is not enough room in this armchair for two people. Not by a long shot.
Dick’s definitely going to rut soon. He’s running hot and irritable, feeling tense, on the cusp of his rut but not quite there yet. And Jason just grates on his nerves like no one else is capable of. Dick had fucked off to one of the manor’s many secluded sitting rooms to be alone, dammit, not to have the young omega crawling all over him when it feels like his teeth are on edge, like he wants to fight someone or fuck something.
Jason smirks, all shitty and obnoxious. “But I like it here.” He noses into Dick’s neck, and Dick bites back a snarl. Jason isn’t usually affectionate, but he has been today, his nose against Dick’s scent glands near constantly. Feeling him up unashamedly at every opportunity. Even though the room is full of expensive, ornate armchairs, Jason has decided to sit in the same one Dick has already claimed. In his lap.
It’s uncharacteristic.
It’s unbearable.
Dick has noticed Jason before, of course. He’d clocked that sweet omega scent, and the way it’s started getting warmer and sweeter as Jason gets closer to his first heat. Jason is--young, and little, and Dick’s been wanting him. But Bruce is the pack alpha, he’s the one with the claim, and to try to take Jason for himself would be construed as an obvious threat. Not to mention, he feels sure there’s no way Jason could want Dick as an alpha. There’s been more than a little tension between the two of them, what with the whole Robin thing. They’ve gotten much closer to being actual packmates since then, but still. There’s more than a few reasons why it’d be a bad idea.
So Dick resists.
But, in the sitting room, hours away from the rut Dick can sense is coming soon, Dick’s self-control is in short supply and high demand. And there’s a big, big difference between noticing that an omega is attractive, and having that omega in your lap.
It’s only natural that Jason might be reacting to Dick’s rut scent like this. He’s an almost-presented omega pup, of course he’d want to be close to the rutting alpha. It’s just instinct. Dick is trying his hardest to let Jason down easy--after all, the problem isn’t a lack of want. It’s an excess. But naturally, Jason is making this much, much harder than it has to be.
(Making a few things harder than they have to be, Dick’s brain supplies. And. Well. It’s not wrong. There’s a slightly uncomfortable situation in his pants, for sure.)
“Stop touching me,” Dick says, his voice even but for the lightest touch of alpha-command.
“Why,” Jason says blandly, nuzzling into Dick’s shoulder like there’s nothing wrong. Impertinent little bastard.
Fuck, Dick can feel Jason’s ass on his cock, and all of it is too fucking much.
“Get the fuck off me,” Dick snaps, and he grabs Jason by the back of the neck and yanks him off his lap, shoving him away hard.
Dick’s expecting Jason to catch himself, but instead Jason stumbles and falls to the floor, crumpling into a puddle at Dick’s feet.
Dick immediately feels a twinge of guilt. “Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.” Dick springs to his feet, reaching out a hand to touch Jason’s shoulder. “You okay?”
And that’s when the smell hits him. The sharp, sour tang of fresh urine, combined with the sticky-sweet smell of an omega submitting to someone they see as a higher-up packmate. Dick’s eyes widen in shock. Did Jason- did Jason really just-
Jason tilts his head up to look at Dick, his eyes wide, his cheeks bright red. There’s a puddle on the floor and streaks down his pants. He’s definitely pissed himself, and it’s definitely submissive wetting, in response to Dick scruffing him and putting him in his place.
“Oh,” Dick breathes out, taking half a step back. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to--”
“Fuck you.” It comes out in a whimper, sounding more like a plea than a threat. Jason’s voice lacks all of its usual bite and the sweet smell of submission is practically oozing from his scent.
Dick squeezes his eyes tightly shut, but he already knows the sight will be burned into his memory forever. And he can’t control his scent, which has already spiked with pleased-alpha, aroused-alpha just from looking at Jason like this, heat rushing directly towards Dick’s cock. Fuck.
“You can go,” Dick says softly. “I’ll clean this. I’m sorry.”
Jason scurries from the room, leaving a little dribbling trail in his wake. Dick blinks his eyes open, makes a step in the direction of cleaning supplies- and then hesitates. He should clean up the mess.
The sight of Jason, bright red and looking up at Dick with adoring, submissive eyes, on his knees and covered in piss, lingers in Dick’s head. It’s the most delicious, tantalizing thing Dick’s seen in a very long time. He’s rock hard underneath his pants, his looming rut keeping his blood up.
Dick can clean up the mess in a few minutes.
Quickly, Dick crosses to the door, shuts and locks it, then walks back to the little puddle of piss on the floor. Dick takes his cock out and takes it in hand with a low groan, breathing deeply to inhale the lingering scent of submissive, needy omega, the smell of Jason’s piss. Dick starts to stroke himself, remembering the look in Jason’s eyes, the way his pants looked all soaked through from where he’d pissed himself.
It’s not going to take long. Dick’s desperate for release and so, so unbearably attracted to Jason. His rut’s starting to hit him full force- he thought he was a few hours away, but fuck, maybe not anymore. Dick moves his hand quickly, and it’s rough and hard and too much friction, and Dick aches to shove his cock inside something warm and wet. Dick bites his lip, wondering if he dares- but fuck it. He’s already fucking up enough, if anyone were to see this. He might as well.
Dick reaches down and gets his hand wet, and uses that to jerk himself off. God, that’s much better. Dick wants to cover himself in it, the gorgeous scent of Jason’s submission, the piss he just couldn’t help leaving all over the floor. Dick wants to throw Jason to the ground and fuck him, knot in his little bitch pussy, bite Jason and claim him, and watch Jason piss himself again at the feeling of Dick’s teeth sinking into his neck.
Dick knots his own hand with a low growl. Come pumps out of his cock in waves, thick, hot heavy alpha come, landing on the floor. Dick comes right into the puddle of piss on the floor. It makes an even bigger mess, making an utter wreck of the carpet.
Dick shudders, taking a few panting breaths. All around him is the mingled smell of Jason’s piss and Dick’s come.
Damn if it isn’t the best thing Dick’s ever smelled.
…
Dick can’t stop thinking about it.
The incident in the living room haunts him. It keeps showing up in his dreams, in his daydreams, his idle thoughts.
And even worse- it keeps happening.
Lots of omegas have trouble with submissive urination. It’s a natural, common response to feeling dominated, especially by your alpha. But up until that day in the sitting room, Dick had never seen Jason wet himself. He’d figured Jason just wasn’t one of those omegas.
But now? It happens almost every time Dick comes by the manor. Jason just keeps having these accidents, like he can’t control himself around Dick. Dick’s inner alpha can’t help but be very, very pleased about that.
More than that, Jason’s attitude has changed. It’s hard to say how. He’s remained prickly and challenging, unwilling to submit except for when Dick forces him--which, out of guilt, is rarely. But now, in the wake of the incident, there’s something calculating in Jason’s gaze. And maybe a trace of hope.
Jason gets mortified every time it happens, though. He always turns bright red with embarrassment and runs from the room. Bruce, Alfred, and Dick are all supportive and understanding, telling him he doesn’t need to worry about it, that it’s okay.
But, Dick supposes, it’s no wonder Jason gets nervous about it. How terrifying it must be, not being in control of your own body. Dick doesn’t know the whole story of Jason’s life before he came to join their little pack, but he knows some parts. He gets the sense Jason hasn’t had many trustworthy alphas in his life. That the types of alphas Jason’s had to deal with are the aggressive kind, the ones that would respond to a display like that by pushing, by taking whatever they want from an omega.
So Dick lets Jason run, and hide, and doesn’t say anything. Whenever Jason comes back into a room, freshly scrubbed from a hasty shower, Dick just ruffles Jason’s damp hair and smiles at him.
Dick still wants. More than ever. And every time Jason wets himself for Dick, Dick is sorely, sorely tempted to do something about it.
But Dick would never. He’d never want to rush Jason, to hurt him. Entirely apart from the whole Bruce issue, there’s the much more important question of what Jason wants.
Dick keeps himself on a very, very tight leash.
And he spends a lot more time with his cock in his hand, the smell of Jason’s submissive wetting still lingering in his nose, imagining just what it would be like if, just for once, Jason didn’t run.
…
“Dick?”
Dick looks up at the sound of his name. He’s back in that living room again, sideways on the same plush armchair, legs dangling off the side. He’s just dicking around on his phone, killing time. Jason’s standing in the doorway, and he looks and smells nervous.
Dick frowns, putting his phone down and swinging his legs around so he’s sitting upright in the chair. “What’s up? Is everything okay?”
“Y-yeah,” Jason says, stepping closer. “Um. Can I-?”
“Of course,” Dick says, waving Jason over. He sort of expects Jason to crawl into the armchair next to him, tucking against his side. Jason hasn’t exactly done a repeat performance of all the nuzzling, since the incident. But instead, Jason clambers up and into Dick’s lap, straddling Dick’s legs.
“Oh,” Dick says, surprised. “Hello there.” His arms naturally go around Jason, putting a steadying hand on the omega pup’s back.
“Hi,” Jason says, and he blushes bright red, biting his lip. “I. Um. I wanted.” Underneath the scent of embarrassment and nerves, Dick suddenly realizes that Jason smells like needy omega and fresh slick. The smell pings Dick’s alpha instincts immediately, and he tilts his head to the side, studying Jason with interest.
“What did you want, little wing?” Dick says, warm and encouraging. He thinks he might know what Jason wants, and fuck if Dick doesn’t want to give it to him. “You need a hand with something?”
Jason nods, the scent of arousal growing stronger. “Yeah. I wanted- I needed-” Jason cuts himself off and wriggles in Dick’s lap. “I needed to.” Jason inhales shakily, and his eyes close. There’s a firm determination in his scent, despite the anxiety, and it makes Dick’s heart ache. “Needed to.” Jason makes a soft little noise and his head bows forward submissively, and Dick watches in shock and awe as Jason starts to wet himself.
God, it’s gorgeous. A damp patch starts to appear at Jason’s crotch, slowly spreading outwards. Jason trembles in Dick’s arms as the piss soaks through the thin fabric of his pants, running down his legs and right into Dick’s lap. He covers Dick in his piss, his scent, making Dick’s pants all damp too, making them all wet against Dick’s rapidly hardening cock.
“Oh, little wing,” Dick coos. He holds Jason steady, holds him upright as he finishes pissing. “That’s so good, baby. God, look at you. So brave for me.”
"Dick," Jason whines, he actually whines, and Dick thinks his heart might stop for a second. "Dick, please?"
Dick licks his lips, pulling Jason closer in his arms. He can damn near taste it in the air, the now-familiar, delectable scent of Jason wetting himself. Dick can hardly believe Jason's trusting him with it. Dick shifts in the chair, and as he does, he can feel the wet fabric between them, absolutely soaked from Jason's piss, rubbing against Dick's cock where it's hard and aching inside of his pants. Dick grips tightly onto the armrest to keep himself from moving, from grinding upwards into the sweet little omega in his lap. "Please what, little wing?"
Jason whimpers and falls forwards onto Dick's shoulder, letting his legs spread so he's straddling Dick's hips. Oh god, Dick can feel Jason's little omega cock, so hard, grinding into Dick's stomach. And underneath the sharp, wonderful smell of omega piss, he can smell the sugary-sweet scent of slick, can smell just how wet Jason's pussy is.
"Please," Jason says again, softly, right into Dick's ear. Dick's never heard Jason beg for anything before, and it's such a beautiful sound. "Dick, I- can you-" Jason makes a frustrated noise, and grinds down into Dick's lap, right onto Dick’s cock. "In me."
A low growl starts building deep inside of Dick’s chest. He shifts his grip, so he’s still holding Jason around the middle with one arm, but brings the other hand up to the nape of Jason’s neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling tight. Jason shivers as he does and then relaxes, melting into Dick’s arms. “Yeah, little wing?” Dick rocks his hips up as he pulls Jason down, pressing him into Dick’s cock. Dick can feel how hot Jason’s pussy is even through their wet clothes, rubbing all over Dick’s cock. “You want this in you?”
Jason nods into Dick’s shoulder. “Yeah,” Jason breathes out, and oh, the poor thing’s so nervous, like he thinks there’s even the chance Dick might say no, that he won’t give the baby omega what he needs. “I-“ Jason starts, and then cuts himself off. “I- I want-“
“Shhhhh,” Dick hushes him, running a hand over the back of Jason’s head, and Jason lets out a soft, wounded noise, bowing his head forward. “Don’t worry, little wing. I’ve got you.”
Dick shifts Jason slightly away from him so he’ll have room and moves his hands down to Jason’s waistband and tugs his pants down, slowly peeling off the damp fabric. Jason makes an embarrassed little noise and flushes as Dick undresses him, exposing his omega pussy and his cute little cocklet. Dick lets out a low, appreciative rumble at the sight, Jason’s little cock all hard and red and dripping with precome and piss. The hair around it is wet, and there’s little drops of piss rolling down Jason’s thighs, between his spread legs.
“So pretty,” Dick says softly, running a hand between Jason’s legs. Jason’s pussy is soaking wet, and as Dick rubs at it, his fingers quickly get coated in omega slick. Dick slides a finger into Jason’s cunt, and it’s hot and wet and perfect, just begging to get fucked.
Jason squirms above Dick’s lap, rocking against Dick’s fingers and holding on tightly to Dick’s shoulders, fingers tangled in Dick’s shirt. His scent is hot and sugary with omega arousal, that delicious, desperate want-mounted, want-bred. It’s delicious. “More?”
Dick growls lowly and draws his hand away, bringing it to his mouth. Jason makes a surprised little noise, and Dick just looks up at him with a smile. Dick licks Jason’s slick and piss off of his fingers, and fuck that tastes sweet. Like submissive, needy omega. “Ask nicely,” Dick commands, gentle but firm.
For a second, Dick thinks Jason might growl back at him, might snarl and posture and refuse to submit, like Jason always used to when he first joined the pack. An unruly, fiercely independent pup. But instead, Jason’s eyes get wide, and his scent shimmers with submissive omega, the scent of someone deferring to an alpha they’ve pack bonded with, an alpha they trust.
Jason takes a shuddering breath. “Please?” It comes out more like a keen than anything, and the sound makes Dick’s blood sing, makes his teeth ache to bite something. “Please, Alpha?”
Jason’s words slice cleanly through the final threads of Dick’s self control. He’s never, ever called Dick that before, barely ever calls Bruce Alpha even though he really should. Dick snarls, and the scent of possessive-alpha, protective-alpha, claiming-owning-mine pours off of him, thick and heavy with alpha pheromones and musk. Riding on a wave of pure instinctive impulse, Dick grabs Jason’s hips and pulls him down hard against where his cock strains in his soaked pants. Like this, he can grind his aching cock against Jason’s dripping cunt, movements desperate and jerky as he surrenders to his intense desire. The sopping wet chair cushion beneath them squelches loudly in time with Dick’s rapid, urgent movements. Jason’s face turns red with embarrassment at the sound, but Dick loves it, can’t get enough of it. He groans into Jason’s open, panting mouth as he drags him down into a kiss, still rocking desperately against him.
“So fucking good,” Dick growls out between kisses. “Good omega. Can't believe you. What a good little omega slut, just sitting on my lap and pissing yourself like you couldn’t even control it. You must want my cock so bad, omega.”
“Yes,” Jason breathes out, voice some heady combination between a whimper and a moan as he grinds his hips down onto the bulge in Dick’s wet, glistening pants, rubbing his bare cunt all over Dick’s cock. “Want you so bad, Alpha, please.”
The alpha inside of Dick burns at the words, and his heart almost aches with pride and awe, nearly too much to be contained. The Jason he once knew, prickly, closed off, and impossibly quick to anger, is nothing like the willing, open omega, squirming in his lap. It’s almost unreal to Dick—like it’s all too good to be true, like it’s a dream.
Dick slips a hand between them so he can pull his own wet pants down, freeing his aching cock and taking it in hand, stroking it with a slick-covered palm, loving the feeling as he rubs Jason’s slick and piss all over himself, into his skin.
Jason gives a nervous little whimper, eyes wide, looking down at Dick’s cock. “A-alpha?”
Dick reaches up and cradles the side of Jason’s face in one hand, giving him a gentle, reassuring kiss. “Don’t worry, baby,” Dick says, soothing, his hand moving to pet Jason’s hair. “You can take it, omega. Your slutty little cunt’s so ready for it. Don’t be nervous, little wing.”
Jason shivers, grinding his hips forward, smelling nervous-excited and needy-horny-want. Dick growls with approval and guides Jason to line his cunt up with Dick’s cock.
“Deep breath,” Dick says, and Jason obeys, inhaling deeply. Dick wraps his arms around Jason in a tight hug and slowly pulls Jason down onto his cock. Jason lets out a sharp little cry into Dick’s shoulder as Dick gradually pushes inside of him, deeper and deeper, till it’s all the way in. It’s like fucking heaven, better than a dream, Jason’s little omega cunt so hot and wet and tight on Dick’s big alpha cock.
“That’s it,” Dick purrs, rocking upwards in little motions, keeping a firm grip on Jason’s middle to keep the omega seated on his cock. “Good omega. You’ve never had anyone in here before, have you?”
Jason shakes his head, taking in gasping little breaths. “N-never. Fuck, it’s so big.”
Dick growls, all claiming proud alpha. Jason’s taking him so well, and Dick couldn’t be happier to give the sweet little omega his first knot. “That’s right, little wing. A nice big fat alpha cock for your needy little pussy. Doesn’t that feel better, baby?”
Jason lets out a strangled sound, a moan caught in a breathless gasp. “Yes. So good, oh fuck-”
A flash of sharp, distinctive scent cuts through the air, already heavy with their mingling pheromones--a weak stream of piss dribbles down Jason’s little cock, dampening his belly, and fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s nearly impossible for Dick to maintain his composure. He cannot believe how far they’ve come in the past few months to be able to end up where they are now, fucking in their desecrated armchair.
Dick hadn’t been sure Jason would ever actually do anything about this. He’d thought Jason would probably keep running and hiding, or else that he might grow out of it, gradually stop having accidents in front of Dick. Dick’s never been more glad to be wrong.
When Jason climbed into Dick’s lap, already slicked up and desperate, and pissed his pants on purpose, he did it because he knew how Dick would react. He knew it would be damn-near impossible for Dick to resist taking him. He wants Dick. He wants him and he’s willing to wet himself in order to get him.
And god. Fuck if Dick doesn’t want him just as badly. Fuck if Dick wouldn’t be willing to do anything for it.
One hand pressing bruises into Jason’s hip, Dick raises his other to curl into Jason’s hair, already askew. He pulls Jason into a hot, sloppy kiss, and when they separate, there’s a high keen in Jason’s throat and a low growl in Dick’s.
“You knew exactly what you were doing,” Dick rumbles. “You pissed yourself so I would fuck you. Couldn’t use your words?”
He fucks into Jason’s tight pussy so deeply that he’s impressed Jason can even manage words. But he’s always been stubborn like that. Jason gasps out between whimpers, “You. You like it when I wet myself, A-alpha.”
“Fuck,” Dick says. Because yeah, he fucking does. He loves it. The submission. The vulnerability. Jesus Christ, the scent. How could he not love it? “You know what I do when you wet yourself, baby?”
Jason shudders. “What, Alpha?”
Dick wraps a hand around Jason’s little cock, and in time with his words, squeezes gently, rubs, lets Jason fuck his fist with that cute omega cock. “I fucking jerk myself off to it. Every time. It’s all I fucking think about.”
Jason’s head falls back with a gasping sigh. His scent is rich not only with desire but with happiness, with pride, and Dick’s heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of his chest. He’s overwhelmed, just for a moment, by the sheer magnitude of how he feels for Jason. There is no prouder achievement to Dick than how Jason’s eyes narrow to slits of bliss. The ragged rising and falling of his chest. The sopping wet slickness of his cunt because that’s how badly he wants Dick.
In this moment, he lives for nothing but pleasing this omega. He’s beautiful. He bets they look beautiful together, joined as they are in this sopping wet armchair.
Dick feels his knot start to grow and catch, tying them together. Jason bucks into Dick’s hand and makes a frightened little noise, and Dick hushes him.
“You can take it, baby,” Dick says in a low rumble, still working Jason’s little cocklet. “Be a good omega and take Alpha’s knot.” Dick grinds upwards, rubbing his knot inside of Jason’s cunt.
Jason inhales sharply and squeezes down on Dick’s cock, and fuck, that feels good. The pup’s a natural omega slut, taking Dick’s cock so fucking well. “Yes, Alpha,” Jason gasps out, grinding forward like he just can’t help himself. “Please Alpha- please can I?”
Dick purrs, and keeps working Jason’s little cock with his big alpha hand. “Yeah, baby. You’ve been such a good omega today. Come for Alpha, go on.”
Jason’s arms come around Dick as he comes, scoring red scratches down his back that he knows he’ll be feeling for days to come. Hot omega come spurts out in little waves over Dick’s fist, adding to the mess they’ve already made, and the sight makes him shiver. He wishes they could leave the armchair uncleaned. Let it serve as a monument to Dick’s claim on Jason- let the lingering smell of omega piss and slick and come warn anyone who comes near that Jason belongs to Dick, and Dick only.
As Jason moans, too lost in ecstasy to feel any shame for making so much noise, Dick gasps and shudders. His whole world, his entire capacity to feel, is narrowed down to his jackrabbiting heart and his cock, stuffed deep in Jason’s clenching cunt. Dick comes with a low snarl, pure alpha, that makes Jason keen helplessly. Dick grinds his knot into Jason’s perfect little pussy as he comes, filling his sweet little untouched omega up with alpha come, marking Jason with his scent from the inside.
God. Fuck. Jesus. Jason’s tight, twitching pussy feels so fucking good around his knot.
For a fleeting moment, locked in the sensation of heartstopping pleasure, Dick wishes his knot would never go down, that he and Jason would be tied together forever.
Dick has had other omegas before. He’s had what he would call some fucking exceptional sex. But somehow, with Jason, it all feels amplified. Jason is the omega his instincts cry out for. The omega that his alpha wants so desperately to call mine.
And now, to have everything he’s wanted for so long handed to him willingly-
It’s difficult to even process that all of this is real.
He pulls Jason towards him, as close as possible, making sure his knot doesn’t pull too roughly at Jason’s sensitive inner walls. He nuzzles into Jason’s neck, breathing in the scent where it is most concentrated. Jason is pliant and open, still shivering with aftershocks and deep in the hold of submission.
“You okay, baby?” Dick whispers, letting his lips brush against Jason’s sweat-damp skin.
Jason sighs, long and peaceful, and tightens his arms around Dick. “Yeah, Alpha. I’m good.”
It is a long time before Dick’s knot goes down. Jason dozes a little in his arms, drifting in and out of sleep, more relaxed than Dick has ever seen him before. It feels like a precious, delicate moment- like if Dick moves too much, or breathes too hard, or speaks too loudly, it will shatter like thin, beautiful glass.
Eventually he must break the spell- his knot has deflated enough to pull it out of Jason’s cunt without hurting him, and the soaking armchair beneath them has grown cold and uncomfortable.
Jason grumbles angrily when Dick pulls away, still propped up against Dick’s chest.
“It’s okay, baby. Just gonna clean up.”
Jason rests, curled up like a sweet little kitten, on a different chair, and Dick pulls out the cleaning supplies he’s become well acquainted with over the past few months. Through eyes droopy with fatigue and contentment, Jason watches Dick clean, and breathes deeply. A soft, almost imperceptible sound rumbles from his chest. Dick realizes with a start that Jason is purring, for the first time that Dick has ever heard.
When the most manageable of the damage to the armchair is repaired, or at least as well as Dick can do it before his instincts cry out for him to be close to his omega, Dick pads over to Jason. Jason lets him peel off the rest of both of their clothing and put the wet articles in a plastic grocery bag to be dealt with later. Using a warm, damp washcloth, Dick wipes down Jason’s legs and the sensitive space between them.
He grabs a bottle of water, and nudges Jason into an upright position to sip some. Jason glares lazily.
“I’m just trying to hydrate you,” Dick says, defensive under Jason’s accusing stare.
Jason chugs a good half of the water and rolls his eyes. “I sure wonder why.”
Dick’s cheeks flush red, and he flicks Jason on the forehead with annoyance. “Be quiet, you.”
And Jason’s mouth falls shut.
On the couch in the sitting room, Dick pulls Jason close to his chest, and drapes a blanket over both of them. Jason snuggles in, smelling happy and comfortable. Dick sighs, heavy with deep relaxation, and lets himself sleep, his omega held tightly in his arms.