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Bruce sighed and put on his brave face. He should've expected that spending time with his young firstborn, Dick, and ignoring Kal's summons would cause the other to be angry. Despite Kal’s declaration that he would be Dick's other father, he was still upset with his now-gravid mate for spending too much time with the child.
Thus the reason that he was sitting in a chair with his wrists tied behind his back. Kal had let him sit for a while alone - Bruce had spent much of the time trying to pull the restraints apart while having his face almost pressed into his pregnant belly. Now Kal stood before him with his hands behind his back, smiling but with angry eyes.
Kal grinned and spoke, “Once again, you ignored my orders Bruce. Instead of being good and obedient like you usually are, you've been ignoring me and my summons. I understand you enjoy spending time with Nightwing, but you've been hiding from me in your cave.” Kal leaned in so that their faces were inches apart, speaking again, “Are you doing it on purpose? Do you see me as a punisher rather than your mate, Bruce?”
Guiltily, Bruce averted his gaze as Kal frowned, “I’m right, aren't I?” Bruce was sweating a little under Kal’s dark gaze.
“Close your eyes. Now.” Bruce noticed something in Kal’s hand and he panicked internally. Was Kal holding a weapon in his hand? Having to obey, Bruce closed his eyes, finding himself being blindfolded by a long, soft fabric. So it was cloth in his hand. Kal tied the cloth firmly behind Bruce’s head, ensuring that the knot would stay.
Kal retracted his hand and spoke again, “You've been so distant from me. Have I done something to anger you?” The question was laughable - Kal held the power over the Justice Lords, yet he often pretended that Bruce had equal power.
Bruce realized he was trembling under Bruce’s gaze, and he spoke, “Dick…you could…”
Kal finished his thought, “Hurt him? I promised you I would raise him as my own. I will not break that promise so long as you stay my mate and bear my child.” Kal’s hand returned to Bruce’s trembling cheek, with the latter flinching from the sudden skin contact.
Kal tilted Bruce’s chin up. “So that was your reason - you wanted to shield the boy from me. Well, now I know the punishment I shall give you, Bruce.” Internally, Bruce shuddered - Kal could be sadistic or merciful depending on his mood.
Kal leaned closer and pressed his lips to Bruce's forehead in a gentle kiss. Then he planted a kiss on Bruce’s forehead and then his lips, causing Bruce to whine ever so softly. Gloves hands ran over Bruce's abdomen, having Bruce fear for their pup’s safety at first; he relaxed when he felt Kal kiss his belly several times. Finally Bruce felt Kal part his legs and unbutton his fly.
Bruce gasped slightly, “Kal.” It was so gentle, so soft - too soft for Kal.
Kal hushed him, saying, “I wouldn't dare hurt you while you're pregnant with our child. Relax, I will be gentle with you.”
Kal lowered his briefs and exposed Bruce’s soft prick to the air. Kal lowered himself down and took Bruce’s soft member in his mouth. Bruce gasped, threw his head back, and fisted his hands in the restraints. Kal gently bobbed his head up and down, giving Bruce a gentle blowjob. Kal went painfully slow, listening to Bruce writhe and gasp under his hold. Bruce panted softly as he got hard in Kal’s mouth.
Bruce whined as he moaned, “Kal…stop, I’m…” Kal rested his hand on Bruce’s hip and lowered himself lower, swallowing down hard. Bruce grunted as he came inside Kal’s mouth with Kal swallowing down every drop of Bruce’s seed.
Bruce panted loudly as Kal released Bruce, who said, “That was fast, Bruce.” Bruce felt his arms being freed. “You're wet. Can I put it inside of you?” Bruce blushed as he realized that his ass was wet from his slick.
Bruce nodded and spoke, “Yes…gentle…” Kal unzipped his pants and he let his member out. Kal helped Bruce out of the chair and turned him around, helping Bruce down onto his knees. Bruce propped himself up on his elbows on the chair as Kal pulled down Bruce’s trousers. Once Bruce was naked from the waist down, Kal supported Bruce’s pregnant stomach with one hand and put his hand on Bruce’s hip with the other before he pushed himself inside. Bruce gasped loudly and grabbed onto the chair for balance as Kal began to thrust into him.
Kal thrusted and felt the baby kick through his gloves - he couldn't wait to watch Bruce give birth and nurse their baby. Bruce would be producing milk soon, and Kal would definitely want a taste of it. Dick and this baby would be Kal’s beloved children but it wouldn't end with that - Kal would have more children; he would keep Bruce pregnant as often as he could.
Bruce trembled under Kal’s thrusts as he groaned, “Aaah, aaah! Kal…! Kal!” Somehow, he had gotten hard again and his erection was bobbing against his stomach with every thrust. His knees felt weak but Kal kept him propped up with the hand on his hip. He had much less stamina due to being pregnant, and Kal picked up a lot of the slack when they had sex.
The blindfold began slipping as Bruce heard Kal’s teasing, “Are you close again?” Kal changed his angle and pistoned his hips so that he was hitting Bruce’s most pleasurable spot - it was something that he memorized after having sex with Bruce many times.
Bruce gasped and began drooling as Kal hit his prostate. He gripped the chair even harder as he struggled to stay upright. Suddenly, Kal’s hand moved from his hip to Bruce’s hard prick. Bruce cried out as Kal massaged his prick while simultaneously continuing to fuck him. “T-too much…!”
Kal chuckled, “You're being punished, remember?” Kal’s hips and hand worked vigorously on him, bringing Bruce to orgasm as Kal himself orgasmed inside of him. Bruce squirted all over Kal’s hand as his legs turned to jelly. Kal supported Bruce’s body as the other started resting on his thighs rather than his knees. They caught their breath together as Kal pulled out, admiring how sexy Bruce looked as cum ran down his thighs.
Kal breathed heavy and teased, “Sounds like you enjoyed yourself. Punishments aren't meant to be enjoyed.”
Bruce chuckled as he caught his breath, “I did. It was best for the baby that you weren't rough.” Kal floated, carrying Bruce's tired form with him to their bed. He lay Bruce on his back and surrounded him with pillows.
Kal gently rubbed Bruce’s cheek, saying, “No more hiding Dick from me. He's my child too, just as will this child be. I will raise him to be a leader like us.”
Bruce frowned and spoke, “Don't take away his innocence, Kal. Dick is a child and he needs to play and explore too.”
Kal frowned in return, “You don't even trust me to be alone with the boy, I won't stand for that.”
Bruce huffed, “Once I see your capacity for kindness, I will- oh!” Bruce’s hands came up to his bare belly. Kal, concerned, sat at alert beside him. Bruce smiled, “They're kicking again. Feel it.” Kal put his hand on Bruce’s growing belly as he felt little kicks from below the skin. A smile formed on his lips - Bruce was close to giving birth, perhaps these arguments could wait.