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It was a mission gone wary. Unmeasured variables were put into place and the whole thing went sideways. No one was physically hurt. The bad guys were caught. So why in the hell does Damian feel so…unfulfilled. Like he failed in some sort of way.
It shouldn’t be a big deal and it wasn’t.
It shouldn’t even matter and it didn’t.
Oh, but it was and it did.
Especially because Jonathan is holding his own breath and looks miserable right now. Miserable in the way that’s it’s pathetic. Pathetic in the way that Damian’s heart speeds up just the slightest bit watching the boy beside him pant like a dog. Damian can see the veins slightly protruding from his skin, see the way he’s clenching his teeth, see the way how Jonathan, Superboy, his Jon, is unable to keep his composure. His breaths are labored and his eyes are dilated in a way that makes Damian’s heart hurt. Because why is he not looking at him like that? Because why doesn’t he lose his control like that with him?
Wallace is curled in on himself while Starfire comforts him. The poor boy is going through his first heat. The pheromones are unbearable that even Damian starts feeling some sort of way but it’s different when Jon, all restraint, all contained, is sweating and struggling to breathe. Especially when a week ago Damian went into his scheduled heat and Jon doesn’t bat a fucking eye and carries him to the manor after their mission without any effect to his body. It irks him to no end that fucking Kid Flash—Damian thinks like the name was an insult. Is making Jon lose his composure and that he, Damian Wayne, the boy that’s madly in love with him, doesn’t make him drop a single sweat.
“Superboy, leave now,” Starfire orders. Her voice has no bite in it, she was gentle but it was a command, an order from his superior and like any loyal dog, Jon follows. Within the second Damian’s cape whips around his body from the unnatural gust of wind and Jon is out of the warehouse with a single push of his feet. Damian is overwhelmed with emotions. On one hand as a leader he’s worried for Wallace’s condition, as an omega himself he knows how painful the first heat is, how embarrassing this must be for him. Another corner of his mind is angry, why didn’t Jon react like that when he got his heat a week ago, why wasn’t Jon losing his mind while looking at him, while smelling him. There’s a part of his mind where he’s anxious, he wants to know where Jon is, wants to know how he’ll deal with his symptoms, he wants to know if Jon with fix his problems, wants to know who he thinks about while fixing those problems. Does he touch himself while thinking about Wallace..? Does Damian even accompany a part of his mind like Jon does his?
“Don’t worry. Your scent doesn’t affect me.”
Excuse me?
And it should be understandable. Jon is no longer the impulsive twelve year old he once knew. While still impulsive, he’s matured, hardened his resolve. It should be understandable that Jon is unaffected by Damian’s pheromones. It should give Damian relief that Jon won’t be mindless and uncontrollable like any other Alpha. But it doesn’t. Damian feels this sick feeling pool within the bottom of his gut. Unease, insecurity, and….anger? Are at the root of it and Damian is sick with the feeling as it slowly implants itself within him. Instead of voicing his feelings Damian opts for distraction, “Tt. And how would that be, Kent?” Damian knows he’s being unreasonable, being a brat. Damian knows how strong Jon is. How strong his resolve alone is, his bare will. He cannot help the attitude his voice takes but he’s glad that Jon doesn’t pay him any mind but hates the explanation that comes out of the boy’s mouth. “Because it’s you Dami,” Jonathan says with this specific softness in his voice. A tone he only ever takes with Damian.
Okay,
What the fuck does that mean.
Damian’s thoughts are running a mile a minute and he doesn’t even realize his eldest brother calling out to him. “Damian!” Nightwing yells out for what has to be the third time, his hands grasp his youngest brother’s shoulders and shakes the boy lightly. Damian is broken out of his thoughts and he stares at Dick with wide eyes under his domino mask. “You okay?” Nightwing asks with concern clear in his voice. Damian only nods, he doesn’t trust his voice at the moment. Nightwing doesn’t say anything and instead remains by his brother’s side while casting Starfire a knowing look. The alien woman nods her head in understanding, she takes Ace into her arms and flies off without another word. Damian and Nightwing are the only ones who remain inside of the warehouse. Ace’s scent lingers and Damian catches it, it sends him spiraling once more because what makes this—this scent so intoxicating.
So un-resistible to the point it’s has broken Jon’s will enough for him to imbed his blunt finger nails into the palm of his hands. Damian is a mess. He’s angry, he’s insecure, and he’s so fucking confused as to why. Why is he acting like he’s thirteen again, why does he care so much. Everyone has their preferences and maybe Jon prefers scents that are smokey like Ace’s. Maybe Jon prefers people—omegas who are more care free than Damian. Maybe Jon prefers—
Nightwing breaks him out of his thoughts once more. This time with a tap of his forehead. It was more a flick than anything but Damian knew Dick would deny it. “You good, baby bat?” Nightwing asks with a certain tenderness to him. Damian opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out. He shuts it closed with an off put expression and Nightwing knows better than to pry. Damian tunes it out but Nightwing calls in transportation with the touch of his ear piece and within the next ten minutes Damian is back inside the manor. The scent of heat lingering onto his suit worry his respective family members when he enters the cave but Dick informs them of the situation. Despite their attempts at conversation, Damian walks past his kin and towards the sanctuary of his room.
“I thought you said nothing happened to him?” Jason asks skeptically as he follows Damian’s movements until he’s out of his line of sight. “Yeah, well nothing did happen. That’s the weird thing. I came on to the scene because of Starfire’s call and Ace was taken care of accordingly,” Dick explains further, holding confusion of his own. “And Superboy?” Tim asks with an eyebrow raised, he knew the three of them were on the mission together when this entire incident occurred. “Starfire sent him home. He listened without an issue but that poor kid was struggling,” Dick answered while he took off his domino mask. Bruce looks skeptical and Tim looks confused at that. “Jon? Like Jonathan Kent?” Bruce and Tim ask for confirmation like they couldn’t believe what they just heard.
Dick rolls his eyes, “No, Conner, the Superboy who’s currently off world. Yes, of course Jon!” Tim and Bruce cast each other an off put look full of confusion and raised eyebrows. “Don’t look at each other like that. Stop making stupid faces and just tell us what you’re so confused about,” Jason bites out with annoyance, he swears those two can communicate telepathically. “Well—it’s just—“ Tim tries but it seems like he can’t manage to find the right words. “Spit it out Red,” Jason urges with impatience which receives a jab from Dick’s elbow. “What Tim is trying to say is that it’s surprising that Jon lost his composure,” Bruce supplies helpfully and Tim’s eyes brightened, “Yes! That!” This truly does not help prove Jason’s theory wrong.
Dick is just confused at this point, “I mean he’s an alpha…? It was Ace’s first heat too so no wonder the kid was driving his canines into the inside of his cheeks. First heats are strong and even with all that being filtered from my system,” Dick makes a point to point and poke at his mating bite before continuing, “I could still somewhat at least feel the pheromones. With Jon’s enhanced senses I’m honestly surprised I didn’t have to electrocute him or break out some kyrptonite.”
“Yeah that kid’s a hybrid too. His biology is all sorts of fucked. Why are you pressing this like it’s a problem?” Jason asks. Tim bites his bottom lip nervously and with a focused look on his face as if he’s going through a multitude of different calculations, “Jon has a very strong will. Cass went into heat in front of him once and all he did was nonchalantly go up to Bruce and tell him that she needs her medication. Just last week he dropped Damian off when he was in full blown heat. Whining and all and Jon didn’t even smell aroused.”
“Maybe he likes Ace?” A voice supplies from the entryway. Stephanie in all her gear stands against the doorway. The damn girl was eavesdropping. There was a beat of silence before they all broke out into fits of laughter, Bruce included. “Fuck—,” Jason says with a wheeze, “That was a good one. Jon, liking anyone other than Damian? Fuckin’ hilarious.”
Everyone seems to freeze at that, all of them simultaneously coming to the same conclusion. “Damian thinks Jon doesn’t like him because he doesn’t react to his heats,” They all say in the same dramatic sigh. “What an idiot. Can’t that kid see that poor boy would hang the moon for him?” Jason says with a shake of his head. “I mean think about it. Why in the world can Jon compose himself around us, more so Damian, but not Ace? First heat aside because Damian also went into heat for the first time in front of Jon a year ago so it just doesn’t add up,” The detective within Stephanie seems to speak up. “He probably forgot his rut suppressors,” Bruce and Tim says simultaneously, and Jason is seconds away from calling them out on their shit. It was too uncanny for it not to be on purpose. “Jon shoots himself with like— four of them whenever he hangs out around Damain, it’s actually kind of hilarious,” Tim explains and Dick looks mortified, “Four?!”
Jason just huffs out with wide eyes, “Holy shit, actually B?” Bruce gives a nod of his head honestly. “And you let him?! That cannot be healthy!” Stephanie scolds. “Kyrptonian DNA metabolizes all sorts of medicines far too quickly for them to take in proper effect. Conner would take god knows how many…until the incident,” Bruce says with a calmness that eases some of Stephanie’s concerns. Tim flushes embarrassingly at the end of his sentence and his eyes are glued to the ground. He rubs at his neck where a makeshift bonding mark lays on the crook of it.
Jason smiles to himself as he remembers shooting the young super through the thigh with a Kyrptonite bullet. Dick frowns at the memory but he wouldn’t take back beating the every living shit out of Kon. He deserved it. Stephanie feels sorry for Tim, she wouldn’t want to relive the embarrassment either if she was him, but on the other hand she doesn’t regret muzzling Conner like the savage dog he is. Good times, good times truly.
“Damian’s probably over thinking everything right now. Poor thing,” Dick says with pity and a pout of his lip. “I’m just glad Jonathan can keep himself together,” Bruce admitted and the rest of them nod their heads in agreement. “He’s probably scared shitless that he’ll end up like his brother,” Jason says with a shit eating grin. “Jason!” Tim yells out his face is bright red with embarrassment.
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Damian has been planning this for a week. For a full seven days Damian has planned out everyone’s schedule so that he could have this one day. This one night. Everything had been mapped out and figured out to a T. Nothing, and that means absolutely nothing will ruin this for him.
This is the afternoon Conner comes back home after his off world mission, Tim would be gone all night and likely until tomorrow afternoon. Cassandra and Stephanie were out together for a girls night for a much needed break, the two of them will not be back in the manor until likely tomorrow night. Jason was out with his mate for the night, the big brute can only take so much time away before his soul starts deteriorating so he won’t be back until likely the upcoming Monday. Dick is covering patrol for the entire night and early morning for Bruce so that he and Selina can go on a much needed date night together. Damian disgustingly knows his father and knows that he’ll get a hotel for the night. Alfred is currently still on vacation and is probably basking in whatever sun he so chooses. And while Duke does have a room always open to him in the manor, he is not an issue as he does not technically live there and Damian does not have to account for his presence.
Damian has the entire Wayne family manor to himself. In the first time in what seems like years. And he plans to make very, very good use of it. Damian has been forgoing his suppressants for the past week, as soon as he felt that familiar sensation of uncontrollable and uncomfortable heat settle into the pit of his stomach and towards the back of his neck he knew all of his planning wasn’t in vain. Everything would go the way he wants, the way he needs. Damian drops an entire stack of books to test if anyone had been in the manor, their overprotective tendencies would have dismissed all reason and rushed to check on the youngest bat. No matter if he is legally an adult now they still view him as the child he once was, at least metaphorically that is. Maternal instincts or some shit.
Seeing how the entire house was dead silent Damian opened up his balcony and the cool air felt nice contrasting against his warming skin. Damian settles into the nest that is his bed and waits, he waits until the heat starts surrounding him and his entirety. Waits until he knows his room is full of his scent, waits as if setting up a trap of some sorts. As soon as Damian believes it is time he says one thing, low and monotone, pleading but not desperate, urgent but not an emergency. “Jonathan,” Damian calls out. Not even a minute passes before Jon is at his balcony, heavy breathing and all. He wears his signature navy v-neck tee and that stupid red plaid shirt layered over it that Damian needs off him right this instant. Not because he dislikes it, no, Damian is very fond of that piece of clothing he just much rather have Jonathan breathing as he is, heavy and urgent right over him, in his ear, right. where—
“Dami?” Jonathan calls out breathlessly he scans over the room once before he sees the boy of his admiration drowning in the sea of clothes, blankets, and pillows he had created. “Jonathan,” Damian calls out in turn, he flips over lazily to look at Jon, his green eyes pleading for something. Jon seems to finally understand what’s going on and his face flushes red, “U-Uh you need Bruce? How about Dick or Jason? I know Tim’s not your favorite in these types of situations but I can—“ Jonathan’s next words are caught in his throat with the onslaught of pheromones that practically attack him. “S-Shit. Damian I need— I can’t be here,” Jonathan says immediately and he turns to leave, his objective is to find one of Damian’s relatives and get him the help he needs. He’s just about to fly off when a sob is heard behind him. Jon’s turns around so fast he thinks he might have made himself dizzy. With the turn he sees Damian now sitting upright, knees sprawled out on his bed, hands between his legs supporting his balance. “What is your problem?!” Damian practically yells but it’s more of a desperate cry. Jonathan’s heart hurts due to the sound and he takes a step towards the boy of his desires but hesitates to take any more. This is dangerous, this is wrong, he can’t be here, not like this. “See! You won’t even get close to me. Are you that appalled by my scent? Is it such a turn off that you’re not even the slightest bit affected?!” Damian starts accusing wildly.
Jon looks at him with wide eyes, they dart around frantically to look for an explanation, what did he do wrong? What gave Damian the impression that he wasn’t affect because fuck— he was and that’s exactly why he needs to get the fuck out of there before he loses his shit completely. Jonathan’s eyes land on Damian’s neck that lays bare, his sweater hanging off to the side loosely. His canines hurt with the intent, the need, the disgusting desire to bite. He’s practically salivating at the mere thought of it. “Dami, If you really think I’m not affected by your pheromones right now then— fuck. I don’t know what to tell you because I’m about to lose it over here,” Jon admits truthfully, his eyes are locked onto Damian and he looks utterly pathetic. He’s got that sad furrow in his brows, the type that makes him look like a sad puppy dog. But right now Jonathan was anything but a puppy, he was a savage mutt inches away from breaking his restraints. The whole scene before him was like a god damn dream come true to Damian.
“Then why in the world are you standing over there! Come over here where you belong,” Damian demands, his eyes are blown wide and the little bangs he has are sticking grossly to the sweat on his forehead. Damian can see the way Jon swallows nervously but he also sees the way he runs his tongue across his teeth, that fact alone sends a shiver running down Damian’s spine, makes a flood of pheromones rush out. The scent that surrounds them is full of unfiltered desire and Jonathan is drowning in it. “Fuck—! I can’t—Damian—“ Jonathan just opts for keeping his mouth shut and goes for the balcony once more, this time determined to get the fuck out before he does something he’ll surely regret.
Jonathan has one foot on the railing and is two seconds away from flying off before he hears it, “Fucking knew it. Fucking knew you preferred Ace.” And Jonathan stills completely. He takes his foot off the railing and turns to Damian slowly. From the balcony he can see the deadly glare Damian is sending his way despite the dark of his room. His green eyes almost piercing right through him. Those same green eyes are glossed over in tears and Damian’s scent takes over to something other than desire, something like anguish and that simply cannot do. “What?” Jonathan questions, he could have misheard, the voice was just a tone above a whisper. But who is he kidding. He was a meta human with the ability of super powered hearing, he heard correctly, he always does.
Damian glares at him harder, he knows that fact too but he repeats himself regardless, “I knew you’d prefer something— someone other than me.” Jonathan is speechless, he holds a hand to his open jaw. One to ease the pain of his canines throbbing and two to convey his shock, “You think I want someone other than you?”
Damian scoffs at him, “Tt. Do you not? Look at yourself. You’re not even struggling to keep yourself under control in the slightest around me. But when last week, Ace went into heat for the first time you were practically salivating at the mouth.” Jonathan’s expression grows dark, how could Damian ever, in a million years think that’d he’d want anyone, anything other than him. Damian was all he’d ever need. Damian is all he’s ever wanted that’s why he’s tried so hard. That’s why every time he feels his resolve slipping he saw himself home because he couldn’t be like those weak minded alphas Damian hated so much, he had to be better, Jon was better. But after all his efforts here he is. Here he is standing before Damian who thinks so lowly of him that’d he’d chose fucking Wallace over him.
Without thinking and without a word Jonathan is on top on Damian in an instant. The omega below him gasps in surprise and shock, his eyes are wide with confusion. And that could go no longer. Jonathan must confess his truths right here and now if he wanted to reassure Damian’s obvious insecurities. Jonathan doesn’t speak, not yet at least. Instead, he takes Damian’s left hand gently and puts it above his groin right where his erection was straining against his once loosely fitted jeans and now all of a sudden the denim is far too tight and Jonathan needs them off immediately. Damian gasps lowly when he feels the tent Jonathan has placed his hand above. Damian looks up at Jon through his lashes and god Jonathan might have just died right then and there because fuck did Damian look pretty under him. Jonathan forces Damian’s touch further, closer. The action forces a low moan past Jon’s lips and that sends Damian purring.
Legitimately purring. The low rumble in Damian’s voice is pure bliss to Jonathan’s ears. “Can’t you see how badly I want you? How much I need you?” Jon says with a pathetically breathless voice. Damian’s heart is pounding in his ears and his pupils have constricted to the point where they are not more than tiny black dots in the middle of his irises. But he can’t shake off the insecurity, the reassurance is not enough, not yet. Jon seems to notice and he takes Damian’s hand to his lips and places a soft kiss to the boy’s wrist before continuing on with his confession, “Yeah I lost control last week.” Referring to Damian’s previous accusation and Damian’s heart plummets to the bottom of his stomach but Jonathan doesn’t give him the time to dwell. “But it wasn’t because of Ace’s scent. No, it’s because yours flared up. It was probably too subtle for you to notice but I did, I always do. You smelled needy and I immediately wanted to fix that. I wanted to be good for you. I can be good for you right now,” Jonathan emphasizes that statement with a grind of his hips and Damian throws his head back at the sensation. “I’ve only ever reacted to your scent. I told you that your scent doesn’t affect me because I didn’t want you to see me as weak. I wanted to be the perfect alpha for you and if that meant stabbing rut inhibitors into my thigh four times a day then I’d do it over and over and over again,” Jonathan is desperate for Damian to believe him and he sounds so beautifully pathetic overtop of Damian. “I love you,” Jon admits with finality and Damian’s mouth is left agape. He doesn’t give time for Jon to think before he wraps his arms around the younger boy’s neck and brings him down for a kiss.
It isn’t gentle nor is it cruel. It’s messy but it’s sweet. It’s full of desire but not desperation. It’s everything they are. It’s perfectly imperfect. Damian doesn’t wait for permission before biting down on Jonathan’s lip to force his way into his mouth. Damian finds utter bliss in the way Jon whines and he swallows those very sounds with his tongue. Salvia trails down the both of their chins respectively but they couldn’t care less. Damian’s hands roam Jonathan’s hair mindlessly and his fingers get lost in the dark curls he has loved since he was thirteen. They don’t break away, not even once for air in the many minutes they are slotted together by their lips and Jonathan has to remember Damian’s very human air capacity. By the time Jon relented his hold on the omega, Damian’s lips are swollen red and the look on his face is nothing sort of blissful. “Me too,” Damian says quietly after a few deep breaths. Jon is confused and he raises an eyebrow in question and Damian cures him for his charm. “Me too, I love you too.” Damian repeats clearly. Jonathan’s heart stops, for a fraction of a second Jon isn’t on earth. He’s on cloud 9 and likely halfway to heaven before the realization dawns on him. “R-Really?” He tries to confirm sweetly. There’s something so innocent about the way his eyes shine and Damian cannot resist the urge to grab him and pull him back down once more. “Really,” Damian confirms right on Jonathan’s lips before he takes them. The air around them is suffocating with their scent. Jon’s doing everything in his power to not go feral and Damian is going for the opposite effect.
He wants Jonathan to lose his reasoning. He wants the boy to snap. While they kiss each other deeply, Damian spreads his legs absentmindedly. The action causes Jon to freeze above him, Jon pulls away from Damian slowly and his current situation seems to fully dawn on him. “I haven’t taken enough inhibitors or suppressants. I need—“
Jon can’t even get the words out before Damian is sweeping a leg over him and flipping them over. Jon’s back lands with a “thud” against Damian’s mattress and it takes him a few seconds to realize he’s trapped under Damian now. Jonathan’s breath is caught in his throat at the sight before him. Damian’s straddling his hips and he is placed right above his groin, “W-Wait—“ Jonathan tries to warn but it’s in vain as Damian grinds against Jonathan’s hard on. Jon’s hands go straight to Damian’s thighs, he grips the flesh harshly as he throws his head back with an aggressive bite to his lower lip. Damian relishes in his pathetic attempt at keeping it together, “I don’t care what you think you need.” Damian moves his lower half again and Jon’s fingers dig further into Damian’s skin. The boy above him can’t wait to see the bruises that they’ll leave. “You need me. I need you. You’re staying,” Damian says matter-of-factly. Jon raises his head the slightest bit to look at Damian and one look is all he needs to know there’s no room for discussion. Damian’s eyes are hazed over with lust and Jon’s not in any position to refuse him.
Damian gives Jon no time for further refusal and presses the boys shoulders down with the palms of his hands. Damian lifts his hips once more and grinds against the stiff denim below him and he moans pleasurably with the sensation the movement gives him. Jonathan grinds back against him, his own restraint still prominent. Damian feels his sweater sticking to his skin due to the profuse sweat and without any other thought, he throws the lounge wear over his head and off to somewhere on his bedroom floor. The action causes Jonathan to lift his head at the sound of shifting above him and his eyes dilate immediately. His sight is locked in on Damian’s bare neck and without hesitation he lunges for the boy. Jonathan’s barely able to keep his mouth off Damian. He’s got the older boy pinned down below him by the hips and keeps him there with his desperate grip that Damian happily knows will leave a bruise. Damian smiles stupidly at him and with a little tilt of his head, he bares his neck, he presents.
Damian’s senses are overwhelmed with the sudden attack of pheromones. He feels the breath being taken from his lungs and he can’t even breathe but he couldn’t bring himself to care because Jon’s salivating over his neck and his breath is hot against his skin. “Please,” Jonathan begs pathetically, “Please, please let me mark you. Let me bond with you please, please, please—“ Jon’s begs turn into murmurs against the crook of Damian’s neck. His voice is turned to barely audible mumbles as he layers Damian’s skin in kisses, with tiny nips of his teeth. Damian reaches for the back of Jon’s head and without warning forces the boy’s head directly above his scent gland. “Do it,” Damian says like it’s an order. And one thing about Jon is that he follows orders, well at that. Jonathan wastes no time before he’s digging his canines into Damian’s flesh. He’s changed his hold on Damian to cradle the back of his neck with one hand and to hold his waist with the other. Damian stiffens completely still until he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. The sensation is almost unbearable, the feeling is unbelievable as Damian’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Damian’s blunt fingernails dig into Jon’s clothed back and all of a sudden he’s distressed. Damian starts thrashing all over the place and he’s clawing and tearing at the collar of Jon’s shirt. Jonathan tries to keep him in place as the mark settles into his skin but Damian’s wails of displeasure make it so difficult. Jon knows if he lets go, Damian might experience a drop and there’s nothing worse than that possibility so he holds onto the omega tight and securely for the duration of time it takes for Damian to be properly claimed. “I’m sorry. Fuck—I’m so sorry,” Jonathan tries apologize when he finally lets go of Damian’s neck. As Jonathan detaches himself from the boy’s neck he sees the obvious distress on Damian’s face. The omega is crying, his brows are furrowed like he’s angry, and he’s got a pout on his lips that Jonathan had to refrain from kissing off. “I’m sorry, baby. Did it hurt that bad? Fuck I’m sorry I never meant—“ Jon receives a kick to his stomach. It’s hard and genuine and it would have knocked the wind out of Jonathan if he hadn’t been half Kryptonian. “I’m sorry. I—“
“Stop apologizing for nothing!” Damian scolds and he tries kicking at Jon again but the boy between his legs catches him by the ankle. Jonathan kisses at the bone protruding the slightest bit and the action causes Damian to whimper pathetically. “What’s wrong then, baby? Why are you angry with me? What’d I do?” Jonathan asks sweetly as he trails his kisses higher and higher until he stops just short of Damian’s inner thigh and that’s when he realizes it. Damian’s bottoms are dark like his sweater so he can’t see it but he can smell it, Damian came untouched. He came because of Jon’s bite and god if that wasn’t an ego boost Jonathan didn’t know what is. “Oh baby…” Jon starts with a smile and Damian’s face flushes in the embarrassment of being found out. “Want me to help you some more?” Jonathan asks rhetorically. He knows the answer that’s why he presses his face against Damian’s groin and runs his tongue along on the inside of the omega’s thigh. Damian’s legs shake with pleasure and Damian can’t suppress the needy moan he lets out in return he mumbles something under his shaking breath and Jonathan, like the little shit he is, pretends he didn’t hear him.
Damian curses him in Arabic and Jonathan just laughs. “Take off your stupid fucking farm boy clothes and fuck me already,” Damian commands with a look in his eye that’s got Jonathan practically coming in his pants. Jonathan doesn’t say anything before pulling himself away from Damian’s thighs and wastes no time in throwing his clothes off. Jon isn’t happier than right now to possess super human speed because he tosses everything god knows where across the room, he thinks one of his socks land on the desk across from them but he has better things to attend to. Without warning Jonathan tears off Damian’s shorts and holy shit—
This entire time Damian has gone without underwear and the lounge wear was soaked in his slick and come. Jonathan has half a mind to take the clothing home with him, for safe keeping of course. He’s in awe with the sight before him. Damian’s grip is tight in the sheets above him and his hair is messy in a way Jon only has to right to see. The older boy’s chest rises and falls with heavy, needy breaths and Jonathan finds himself breathing the same way. Damian opens his mouth to whine and order Jon to hurry up but the words never exit his mouth as his lips are taken by Jon is a messy, possessive kiss.
“Pretty. So, so, so pretty just for me. All for me,” Jon rambles without thought as he kisses Damian all over. On his neck, his chest, his stomach. Damian purrs happily at the pampering but it isn’t enough, he’s in a full blown heat and Jonathan still won’t fuck him. Damian takes matters into his own hands and shoves Jon off of him. Jon lands with his elbows holding him up right. The younger boy is stunned with confusion but Damian doesn’t let the boy’s mind wander too far in confusion before he lowers himself between Jon’s legs. Jon’s breath hitches as Damian grabs a hold of the base of Jon’s cock. The touch is gentle and careful but he shifts his hand up and down and Jonathan’s biting onto his bottom lip so hard that it might just actually bleed. Damian takes that as an invitation to continue and he latches onto the head of Jon’s cock and sucks. Damian licks a stripe from the base all the way to the tip of Jon’s cock and that fucking destroys him. Jon’s moaning is only encouragement for Damian and the boy continues on. Below Damian is a pillow that he starts humping quickly. He grinds against it like a dog in heat and continues to work Jon apart with his mouth. Jonathan’s moans begin to break and he is trying is absolutely hardest to not force himself down Damian’s throat. He doesn’t notice Damian’s pathetic attempt at release until he cracks open an eye and sees the way the omega’s hips move earnestly against the pillow below him. Something within Jon snaps and he completely forgoes his own pleasure as he pulls Damian off him and pins him back down under him in one swift movement. Damian’s eyes are wide with confusion but he sees the glare Jon gives him as he sits on his knees between his legs. “If you were that desperate all you had to do was tell me,” Jon says with a low laugh, it’s humorless. Damian actually believes Jon might be legitimately upset about the fact he was pleasuring himself with a fucking pillow but he isn’t given the time to discuss it before Jon is pushing his fingers inside of him. The sensation is new and foreign for Damian and he gasps breathlessly at the intrusion. “See? Isn’t this so much better?” Jon asks, again his voice has this low possessive tone to it that sends Damian’s scent all over the place. “Doesn’t it feel so much better to be worked open on my fingers than fucking against a pillow?” Yup. Jon was genuinely pissed about a god damn pillow. An inanimate object with no sentience. “You—fuck! Wer-Weren’t doing it fast enough,” Damian responded with a shit eating grin that earns him a glare from his newly bonded mate. “Oh?” Is all Jon says before shoving three fingers inside of Damian at an alarming speed, his thrusts are still controlled and aimed for Damian’s pleasure but they’re ruthless as they work Damian open from the inside. Damian throws his head back and bites the back of his hand to suppress the pathetic sounds being forced out of him. Jonathan grips the base of Damian useless cock and pumps it in time with his finger fucking. Each thrust of his fingers press against the spot inside of Damian that makes him lose all reason, that makes him a mindlessly body of pleasure. Each pump of his cock sends him into over sensitivity and before he knows it Damian is coming again with a scream and tears of pleasure into Jon’s hand. A rush of slick covers Jon’s fingers and the alpha curiously takes a taste, with lick of his fingers he tastes Damian on his tongue and its heavenly. If Jon thought Damian smelled good? He tastes a thousand times better. Damian isn’t even over his high before Jon is pumping himself with a mixture of Damian’s come and slick and the sound it makes is obscene. The sound of squelching causes Damian to widen the spread of his legs impossibly so and the silent act of presenting forces out an animalistic sound from Jon’s throat. The boy is above him again in record time and his takes his lips aggressively. The fact that Damian can taste himself on Jon’s lips forces a pathetic wave of pheromones to flood out and Jon matches them ten fold. The air around them is heavy with the sent of arousal and Jon is honestly surprised he hasn’t been forced into a heat induced rut yet. Jon grinds against Damian once or twice before he makes him way back onto his knees between Damian’s legs where he belongs. “I don’t have condoms on me. Do you know where I could—“
“Jonathan Samuel-Lane Kent. If you do not fuck me right now. I will fucking kill you,” Damian warns like an actual threat. And truthfully it is. Jon just laughs with a smile, “Would it kill you to say, please?” Jon is merely teasing, he thought nothing of his words but Damian looks off to the side before color comes into his cheeks in embarrassment, “Please…?” Damian asks so prettily. Jon’s last amount of restraint snaps right then and there and he grips onto Damian’s already bruising hips and shoves himself inside of the boy. Damian’s mouth is agape in shock, he arches his back and grips onto the sheets above his head for support. Jonathan has bitten through the skin of his bottom lip by now and his canines are imbedded inside of his own flesh. The tight heat that Damian wraps himself around is like home to Jon. Jonathan lets out a shallow, desperate sigh as he lets Damian adjust to him. The sudden intrusion couldn’t have been easy on his body but Damian can’t feel anything but pleasure. The omega is moaning and whining blissfully under him and Jonathan takes that as permission to continue, so he does. He thrusts into Damian slowly, a way to test the way how his omega will react and fuck does he look pretty. Damian’s eyes are screwed shut and a thin layer of drool rolls down his chin as his mouth hangs open with the rapid moans that keep being forced out of him. Jonathan can’t voice his praise because of his neediness to keep Damian’s pretty noises coming. Jonathan fucks into Damian over and over again and each time he slides in the wetter and easier it gets. The sounds coming from where they’re connected are disgustingly wet and do an amazing job at driving Jon crazy.
Damian’s hole keeps producing slick the harder and faster Jon goes and the both them keep producing pheromones that are dangerously laced with arousal. The ability to produce actual sentences is long gone for the both of them, especially so in Damian’s condition. Jonathan’s voice is raspy and needy. His breathing is heavy and low as he thrusts in and out of his mate. God, he loved saying that. “Mate. My mate. My Damian,” Jon says over and over again when he can. The action is mindless but it’s loving. Jon had waited years to be with Damian like this, for Damian to understand just how much of his entire being belongs to him and is solely Damian’s possession. “Beloved,” Damian calls out breathlessly like a warning and Jon doesn’t need Damian to say anything further to understand. He holds onto Damian’s waist harder, his grip is inhuman and has surely already left bruises. Jon fucks into Damian harder, seeking release for the both of them and in turn Damian lifts and arches his back to order to match his thrusts. He drops himself onto Jon as Jon pulls out, desperate for release and needy for touch. Jonathan coos to him and kisses the side of his lips sweetly but the actions below his waist are anything but. He marks Damian’s chest with bruises and red marks, bites and scratches layer his skin and Jon is content knowing these markings will remain for weeks, maybe even a month. Damian thinks differently as he scratches at Jon’s back. He wants to leave scars that’ll never heal, he wants to bite his neck but he is too far, Jon is not close enough, he’s not—
Jonathan seems to read his mind as he lowers himself towards Damian. He presents his neck to his omega and those emerald green eyes shine brightly at him before the omega latches his arms around his alpha’s neck. His lips are directly above Jon’s scent gland, he places a delicate kiss as his breath hitches repeatedly after every thrust Jon gives him. His insides are full and warm, he’s happy, he’s content. Damian smiles to himself before his opens his mouth wider and bites into Jon’s skin. Damian’s canines imbed themselves into the flesh and the taste of iron fills his mouth. Jon’s hips falter for a fraction of a second before he holds Damian tighter, closer. Jon hides his face in Damian’s chest, breath heavy and pupils constricted. Jon’s hips begin to stutter and his thrusts are uneven and Damian himself tightens around his cock and that’s what sends him over the edge. Jonathan comes inside of Damian with a loud moan and his eyes screwed shut. Damian comes for the third time with his eyes rolling to the back of his head and he has to remind himself to keep his teeth latched onto Jon’s neck.
They stay like that for a multitude of minutes, breathing together heavily without any word. Damian detaches himself from Jon after a while, when he’s sure the mark has taken its rightful place. When he pulls away he’s delighted to see the mark of teeth, red and new, pretty and right where it belongs on Jon’s skin. “I love you,” Jon says sweetly as he detaches himself with the intent to pull out of Damian. The boy below him grabs his wrist and forces him back down. “Stay,” Damian says simply. Jon wouldn’t ever object and he lays back down on Damian but holds him close so that when he rolls over they stay connected but with Damian on his chest. The boy sighs contently before he raises his head and glares at Jon. Jon in turn looks confused but gives him a nervous smile. “Why didn’t you knot me?” Damian huffs annoyingly and Jon’s smile widens. “Sorry baby. Couldn’t risk it,” Jon explains with a kiss to Damian’s cheek. He brushes the boy’s hair between his fingers and Damian glares at him harder, “It’s not like I would have minded.” Jon sighs happily, he tries to suppress the chuckle that threatens to leave his mouth but he can’t, “Dami. I could have gotten you pregnant. You’re in heat and I didn’t have a condom on.” Damian rolls his eyes because that much is obvious, he huffs in frustration and lays his face on the side on Jonathan’s chest. “Whatever. Just knot me and get me pregnant in the morning,” Damian says mindlessly.
“W-What…?” Jon says with a shaky voice and he hates himself for getting hard. Damian feels the sudden change inside of him and lifts his head to look at Jonathan and he just smiles, “Or now if you really want.”
For the next 3 hours Damian does not sleep.
And he’s perfectly content with that.