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Tim liked to think that his relationship with Damian had improved a lot over the past few years. It certainly hadn't been easy. Both of them were stubborn and irritable, prone to reaching for cruel words before solutions. But Damian had changed a lot, and Tim liked to think that he had too.
The two of them might never be as close as some of the others in their little screwed-up family, but Tim was finally starting to feel more settled in his role as 'big brother'. Banter didn't always end in screaming matches, patrols didn't always end in fist fights. More often than not, Tim enjoyed Damian's company. It was… good. Comfortable and easy.
That was why Tim could say with confidence that Damian had been a fucking nightmare lately.
It was like his already-short fuse had been cut in half. Every tiny thing seemed to set him off. Even tiny disagreements would explode into full-fledged arguments, stopping just barely shy of physical confrontation. It didn't matter what it was about; patrol, school, the news, even goddamn breakfast, everything was breeding ground for Damian's rage.
And Tim seemed to be getting the worst of it. Damian was fighting with everyone, but Tim was convinced that Damian was going out of his way to irritate him. He nitpicked everything that Tim did, questioning every decision he made. He insulted Tim's clothes, told him his music was an affront to the ears, mocked his hair and appearance in general.
Tim didn't know what had caused their relationship to deteriorate so drastically. He had been doing his best to maintain what they had, refusing to rise to Damian's insults and instead responding with a composed calmness. But it didn't seem to matter. Damian would just come up with something even worse to say.
If Tim was being honest with himself, he was getting pretty sick of it. There was only so much his patience could be pushed before he snapped, and Damian had been toeing that line for far too long.
All of those thoughts crashed to a halt the moment that Tim heard Damian crying in the middle of the night.
Tim had been unable to sleep - too wired to rest, too exhausted to get any real work done. Lately, he had taken to wandering the halls of the manor. The movement helped keep his mind busy, and it satiated his ever-present desire to peek at his family. Not to snoop - well, mostly not to snoop - but just to make sure that everyone was fine.
It was that impulse that had allowed him to hear Damian at all. His younger brother's crying was barely audible - Tim had only heard it when he pressed his ear against the door, catching the faintest sounds. Hitched breaths, the raise of his voice catching into a sob.
Tim rested his hand against the doorknob, gnawing at his lip as he considered what to do. Barging in would doubtless make Damian angry - very angry. He would probably get shouted out of the room.
It would be so easy to walk away. To just ignore it and pretend he hadn't heard anything. But truth be told, Tim didn't want to leave. He wanted to make sure that Damian was okay.
And hell, maybe if Damian didn't bite his head off immediately, Tim might be able to learn why he had been in such a shitty mood lately.
So Tim turned the knob as quietly as he could, pushing open the door and peering in.
It was dark in Damian's room. The only illumination came from the faint glow of his phone, white-blue light cascading over the young teen. He was sitting up in bed, facing away from Tim.
Tim squinted, eyes taking a moment to adjust - as soon as they did, though, he felt hot blood rushing to his cheeks.
Damian was entirely naked. His skin had a slight sheen of sweat, glistening in the dark. As Tim watched, he arched his back, rolling his hips forward in a desperate motion.
Tim realized that Damian was sitting on top of a pillow, the soft material pressed tightly between his thighs. He was humping it over and over, letting out low, choked-off sounds. Even now, it sounded like he was crying; the sounds he made were closer to sobs than moans. But it was undeniable what he was doing, and it certainly wasn't crying.
He stared for a moment longer before catching himself - fuck, he needed to leave, now. He began to swing the door shut.
He was stopped, however, by Damian speaking.
Damian was being very quiet - quiet enough that a normal person probably wouldn't have even heard him. But Tim had years of practice listening to things he wasn't supposed to, so Damian's faint voice was almost like a shout to Tim's ears.
"Ah - ah," Damian panted, rolling his hips. His back flexed beautifully, and despite the absolute wrongness of it, Tim couldn't stop his gaze from lingering. "Oh - fuck, Tim…"
Tim's mouth went dry. What the fuck?
"Ti-im," Damian moaned, arching his back. The movement had Tim reflexively glancing down - his gaze landed squarely on Damian's ass. His flesh was soft and enticing, and Tim found himself unable to tear his eyes away.
Why the hell was Damian calling out to him? No, scratch that question - Tim wasn't that dense. But why Tim, of all people? Damian certainly hadn't been acting like he had a crush.
Or maybe he had.
The name-calling, the shitty attitude, the constant belittling - was that Damian's juvenile attempt at flirting?
It would have almost been cute if it weren't so fucking irritating.
Without thinking, Tim stepped fully into the room, shutting the door silently behind him. One part of his mind was racing, cataloging every instance of bullying from the past few weeks while his annoyance built. The other part was simply fixated on Damian - the erotic arch of his spine, his soft, quavery voice, the sheen of sweat on his skin.
He had never really thought of Damian like that, but it was hard to ignore his appeal seeing him in such a position.
Tim stopped a few feet away from the bed. "Damian."
The boy jerked in surprise, whipping around. Tim's eyes widened - Damian actually had been crying. His cheeks were wet with tears, skin puffy and red. The already-confusing maelstrom of emotions inside Tim churned even harder at the sight.
"What - Drake?" Damian looked truly dumbfounded, a rare sight. He scrambled back from Tim, though the movement only exposed him further. Tim couldn't stop himself from glancing down - Damian's pussy was on full display, delicate skin flushed with arousal. He was so wet that his skin glistened with slick, and Tim's felt his heart beat a little faster.
"I heard you crying." Tim's voice sounded odd even to his own ears - too calm, too even. Like he hadn't just walked in on Damian humping his pillow, moaning his name. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I don't - I'm-" Damian scrubbed his face, making no move to otherwise cover himself. It was so telling that Damian was more embarrassed to be caught crying than masturbating, and Tim could feel the corners of his lips twitching up.
Unfortunately, Damian noticed, and his cute expression of humiliation twisted into one of rage. "If you're just here to make fun of me-!"
Tim ignored Damian, closing the distance between them and crawling onto the bed. Damian scooted even further away. Notably, he did not attack Tim, which was basically an open invitation as far as he was concerned.
Tim rested his hand on Damian's leg, feeling the superheated skin prickle at his touch. "I'm not," he reassured. "What's wrong?"
Damian's eyes flickered around the room, as though he were waiting for someone else to jump out. "It is none of your business," he said, his tone lacking its usual haughtiness.
Tim let his hand wander further up Damian's leg, stopping at his mid-thigh. Damian's breath had grown ragged, and his previously-wandering eyes were now glued to their point of connection. "But it is my business," Tim said, tone slow and patient. "I heard you calling my name."
Damian visibly flinched. "I - that-"
Whatever excuse Damian was fumbling for, Tim wasn't interested in hearing. He let his hand slide even further up, until the tips of his fingers were pressed at the inner seam of his little brother's thigh. He could feel the skin was damp with slick and sweat, and Tim had to hold back a moan of appreciation.
Damian let out a subdued whimper as Tim pressed his fingers past his labia, feeling the heat of his slick entrance. Tim circled his hole, the very tips of his fingers dipping inside - but no more than that. Damian tried to grind against the touch, but Tim grabbed his hip with his free hand, forcing him still.
He expected Damian to bat it away, but he didn't. He just tilted his head back, shoulders shaking as Tim continued to tease him. He was letting out tiny, frustrated noises that made Tim's head spin.
Fuck. Tim could hear his own breaths now, heavy and low with arousal. If he had known that touching Damian's cute cunt would get him to behave, he would've spent every patrol shoving Damian's tights down and fingering him until he cried.
Tim couldn't stop the wolfish grin that split his lips at the thought, and he finally slipped a finger inside his little brother's pussy. Damian's sigh of relief morphed into a shriek as Tim curled his finger, finding Damian's g-spot first try.
"Tim!" Damian gasped. "Oh - oh, fuck, Tim!"
"You're so sensitive," Tim murmured appreciatively. He rubbed the spongy flesh, feeling Damian's entrance twitching wildly. "Are you always this easy to rile up?"
"Fuck off, Drake." Damian snapped, though his tone was swiftly undercut by the whiny moan that followed. Tim wasn't even annoyed at the attempt at hostility - he was far too enchanted by this side of Damian he had never seen before.
Tim scooted closer until he was practically plastered against Damian's side, feeling the warmth of his skin through his own pyjamas. He rested his chin on Damian's shoulder, brushing his damp cheek with a faint kiss. His tone was more than a little teasing as he spoke. "Will you tell me what's wrong now?"
Damian shivered. "What's wrong is that you've barged in here without - so much as a - ahh, as a warning!"
Tim let out a long sigh before sliding another finger inside Damian. With how wet he was, it was easy - very easy. Tim hummed thoughtfully before sliding yet another in too. It took a little more force, Tim having to press harshly against his tight entrance, but he eventually managed to breach his hole.
Damian hissed, hands tangling in the sheets. His thighs were trembling - Tim couldn't remember the last time he had seen his younger brother look so vulnerable. It was a particularly delightful look on him, especially knowing that Tim was the one who had caused it.
Tim twisted his hand slightly, making Damian whine as he adjusted. With the new angle, he was able to reach Damian's clit with his thumb - however, just as he was brushing against the firm bud, Damian slammed his legs shut with a full-body flinch.
The movement only served to pin Tim's hand between his thighs. Raising his eyebrows, Tim moved his thumb again, running the edge of his fingernail against the superheated flesh. Damian flinched again, this time grabbing Tim's wrist in an attempt to push him away.
"Don't - don't." Damian stammered, his usual eloquent speech seeming to abandon him entirely. Tim dutifully drew his thumb away, watching as his younger brother's shoulders sagged in relief.
And then it clicked. The way Damian had been humping his pillow instead of jerking of like a normal person, the extreme reaction to Tim touching his clit, hell, even his moodiness over these past couple of weeks… Tim felt stupid for not putting the pieces together earlier.
He leaned closer to Damian, pressing several light kisses along his slender neck. When he reached Damian's ear, he kissed the shell, enjoying the way Damian shivered. "How long have you been on T?"
Damian let out a soft huff that turned into a whimper as Tim curled his fingers again, massaging the soft flesh. "It's - mm, been two months."
"And you're already getting bottom growth?" Tim grinned. "Lucky. Took me a year to get anything."
Damian gritted his teeth, and Tim swore he could see fresh wetness on his cheeks. "I don't feel lucky. It's - it's horrible."
Tim hummed. "Pain?"
"All the time," Damian groaned. "Even the lightest tap is agony. And I've been so… pent up."
"I can imagine." Tim murmured. His eyes flicked down to Damian's clit - it was peeking out from the hood of his labia, red and slick with his own arousal. Tim felt his mouth start to water. "Have you not been able to get off?"
"Not without discomfort."
"And you didn't think to ask for help?"
Damian, for once, seemed at a loss for words.
Tim laughed, pressing another kiss to Damian's neck. "Or maybe all those times you were pestering me was you asking?"
"That is - that is not what I was doing," Damian retorted, voice wavering as Tim continued to kiss down his neck. As Tim passed his collarbone, he could hear Damian's breathing pick up, feel the quick rabbiting of his heart.
"Tim…" Damian whined when Tim slid down, settling himself between Damian's thighs. His fingers were still buried deep in Damian's pussy, and he curled them cruelly just to see his entrance twitch.
"When I got my bottom growth, I basically stopped masturbating for a while." Tim traced a pattern along Damian's soft skin, though he was still staring directly at Damian's cute pussy. "Being so sensitive sucked. But luckily, I had some friends who could help me out."
"Ah, wait." Damian stiffened as Tim lowered his head, hot breath dancing across Damian's hypersensitive flesh. "You can't - you can't!"
"Trust me," Tim reassured. In truth, he was barely listening to Damian at this point, too focused on his prize. "It's gonna feel a lot better than your hands."
Before Damian could protest further, Tim buried his face between Damian's thighs. His face was instantly coated in Damian's warm slick - he was so wet that he was practically dripping. Tim groaned in pleasure, parting his lips and darting his tongue out.
Damian whined as Tim teased his entrance with the tip of his tongue, twisting his fingers where they were still buried inside his younger brother. The taste was intense, slick gushing out of Damian's pussy and coating Tim's mouth. He reveled in it, forcing out more of Damian's juices.
All the while, Tim ground his face forward slightly, the bridge of his nose bumping into Damian's clit. It was just enough stimulation to make Damian's thighs shake, and he was letting out soft, whiny sounds.
Tim kept lapping up the slick for a few more moments, reveling in Damian's reactions - if he was already this vocal, then when Tim got his mouth on him for real…
Tim couldn't help but chuckle as he moved his face up, trailing his tongue along. When he pressed the flat of it against Damian's clit, the younger boy stiffened, hands flying out and tangling in Tim's hair. He wasn't quite trying to push him away, but Tim could feel the tension in his body.
At the first proper lick, Damian let out a wail - Tim was very gentle, keeping his tongue intentionally soft, but he could still feel his clit twitching with the touch. When Damian continued to not push him away, Tim kept lapping at the sensitive bud, keeping his movements deliberate.
Slowly, the tension began to drain out of Damian's body, though he was still trembling slightly. The pained noises had given away to moans, sounding so soft and sweet that Tim could hardly believe they came from Damian at all. There was no way that anyone else had ever heard him like this - the thought that Tim was seeing a secret side to his younger brother had him moaning.
Tim moved until his upper lip was resting on the hood of Damian's clit. Pursing his mouth, he sucked lightly on Damian's dick. He let out a howl, thighs clamping around Tim's head. "T-Tim!"
Tim groaned, curling his fingers to feel the slick pooling beneath them. With his free hand, he gripped Damian's hip tightly, pushing him against the sheets until he was pinned.
He bobbed his head forward, continuing to softly suck Damian's cock as he started up a rhythm. Despite his sensitivity, Damian clearly was enjoying himself - he began to roll his hips forward, fucking Tim's face as he chased his own pleasure.
Flicking his eyes up, Tim drank in the sight of Damian's face. His tan skin was flushed even deeper, and his eyes were half-lidded. His eyelashes were so thick - not for the first time, Tim found himself admiring how pretty Damian was.
When Tim sucked a little more firmly, pulling Damian's clit further into his mouth, the younger let out a wail. His hips stuttered, like he wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck Tim's face harder or try to get away.
Tim decided to make the choice for him. He pulled his fingers out of Damian's pussy, reveling in the slick gush that followed. Once his hand was free, he gripped Damian's hips tightly, shoving him deep into the mattress. He bobbed his head more aggressively, sucking Damian's clit until he could feel it twitching against his tongue.
"It's too much!" Damian sobbed, writhing underneath Tim. His hands fisted in Tim's hair, yanking the long black strands - and yet, he still wasn't trying to pull Tim off.
So Tim ignored his words, teasing the underside of Damian's clit with the tip of his tongue. Even the slightest touch had Damian shrieking.
Tim looked up at him again, groaning as he saw that Damian's head was tossed back, his bare chest heaving with desperate gasps for air. "I'm gonna- oh, Tim, I'm gonna…" He whimpered, shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Groaning, Tim buried his face between Damian's thighs. His jaw worked as he laved his tongue over Damian's clit over and over, not allowing the boy any reprieve. He could feel Damian's body go taught under him, hips jackrabbiting up as Damian came with a scream.
His clit twitched uncontrollably in Tim's mouth, the bundle of nerves pulsing with the force of his orgasm. Tim reveled in the sensation, the knowledge that he had gotten Damian off. The thought made him feel strangely possessive, and he dug his nails into Damian's thighs as he gripped his legs tighter.
Damian barely seemed to notice - he was too lost in riding the waves of his own pleasure, still grinding up into Tim's mouth. He was letting out a steady stream of soft whimpers, the sounds sending a shock of heat through Tim's gut.
When Tim finally pulled back, Damian whimpered cutely. Tim didn't hesitate before crawling up Damian's body, pushing him fully into the bed and kissing him on the mouth.
Damian's eyes widened for a moment, and he made an offended noise at the taste of his own slick. It didn't take long for him to melt into the kiss, though, and when Tim slid his tongue into Damian's mouth, he met it eagerly.
By the time that Tim pulled back, Damian looked kiss-drunk - his lips were shiny with spit and his own juices, and Tim was tempted to lean back down and lick it off him. Instead, he stroked Damian's hair affectionately. The tender gesture somehow felt more obscene.
"Better than your hand, right?" Tim smiled.
Damian averted his gaze - with his ruddy cheeks and puffy lips, the gesture looked more cute than irritating. "It was… acceptable."
"So are you saying you don't want me to do it again?"
Damian blinked, expression morphing to one of shock - and then, interest. "I didn't say that."