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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Batman_-_All_Media_Types, Super_Sons_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Damian_Wayne/Titus
  Character:
      Damian_Wayne, Titus_(DCU), Tim_Drake
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Spit_As_Lube, Spit_Kink, Emotional_Sex, Love, Fucked_Up,
      Taboo, Forbidden_Love, Knotting, Dirty_Talk, Blow_Jobs, Peeping,
      Voyeurism, Morning_Sex, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-27 Words: 2549
****** Commands On A Rainy Morning ******
by BruDamiBaby, GothamGremlin
Summary
     It's raining when Damian wakes up before his lover. A grey, silent
     morning, perfect for them to make love.
Notes
     Cana (BruDamiBaby): I hate myself. Fuck you, anon who said I would
     end up doing this...you were right.
     Mahalia (GothamGremling): I can make anyone write anything lmao
     Don't be frosty! x
See the end of the work for more notes
He wakes up before his lover.
Damian stretches in the dark early hours of the morning, stature making his
king-sized bed seem all the more large. He hears most boys his age sleep in
until the afternoon, but Damian is not most boys.
His room in the manor is as far away from any guests they may have as possible.
It is close to the second library and surrounded by empty bedrooms and studies.
In other words, he is isolated. 
The cracking of bones in his back is satisfactory as he briefly sits up,
groaning into the blue-grey light of the room. The curtains are drawn and
shield him from the rainy morning. The fireplace on the other side of the vast
room has been reduced to less the embers.
But Damian did not sleep cold.
Smiling, he lies back down into his pillows beneath his quilt and rolls himself
over to face his bedmate.
A wet nose, sharply-pointed ears and seemingly stiff gleaming hair soft to the
touch. The large Great Dane almost blends into Damian's pillows with his pitch
black coat. The gargantuan mutt has his two thick paws folded beneath his head
on the soft bolster.
Though it had taken a while, Damian eventually got the dog used to sleeping
beneath the covers with him. Titus had become accustomed to many verbal
demands. 
'Let's go to bed' means let's get under the covers. They would lie side by
side, fur against skin and drift off to sleep together.
Sometimes. Other times there were other things to be done first.
With the same content face, Damian drifts over silk sheets that smell faintly
of his pup's musky scent (unfavourable to most) all the way over to him. 
He slowly and gently slings one toned leg over the dog's warm hip, pressing his
naked cock to Titus' leg. He draws right up to the slumbering Great Dane,
reaching out with hands twitching for the touch.
The dog begins to stir as Damian begins tender little hip thrusts, only barely
pleasuring himself as he slowly strokes Titus' soft ears, gently rubbing his
nose with the other.
Damian doesn't see the dog's eyes open in the dark, but when Titus gives a
little sniff and presses his nose forward into Damian, the teen smiles softly.
"Good morning beloved," he whispers, nudging the dog back, whimpering when
Titus unintentionally presses his leg forward further into his cock.
Already, Damian's breath is laboured and his pulse is racing. It's the
excitement, the arousal.
Eager to continue their almost daily routine, he presses even closer to his
best friend and lover, parting his lips and kissing the dog on the seam of his
jowls.
Titus immediately responds and Damian moans loudly, opening his mouth of to
accept that wonderfully slick meaty dog tongue dipping into his mouth. It's all
he can do to not frantically begin humping his bedmate.
Instead, he keeps his mouth wide open and enthusiastically laps back at him.
Their kisses were a mess- always are, but Damian yearns for them like nothing
else. The taste of that thick saliva as Titus fights to fit his tongue half way
down his throat, coating his teeth, his own appendage in its weak attempts.
Dog saliva gets everywhere; down Damian's chin, his neck, onto the bed. The
teen only smiles, in absolute heaven. Their kiss carries on forever; until
Damian is sure even his hair is drenched.
In his efforts he licks at the tongue invading him, sucks and moans. He writhes
on his side as his hands roam Titus' back. He refuses to stimulate himself too
much, but he does sensually stroke Titus' sheath as he submits to the dog's
kisses.
So intimate, so passionate. 
The last thing he wants to do is break up the pre-longed kiss, but as the
joining goes on, the room is getting lighter, Titus is getting thicker and dog
slobber is everywhere. 
He knows at some point his father, or Alfred, or Drake will come up and tell
him breakfast is ready. 
So reluctantly, he pulls away.
"Good boy," he coos as he separates, Titus whining at the loss. Damian smirks
at him before running his tongue all around his mouth and collecting the saliva
there. 
He brings the slippery liquid into his mouth a swallows gratefully.
"Fuck," he whimpers, completely intoxicated.
Unsatisfied he moves back in to continue their kiss. Titus excitedly begins
lapping at his mate's mouth again. Damian drools his own spit; the taste eggs
Titus on and soon the dog is ravishing him. 
The teen moans loudly, "Yes," he presses his open lips in a circle around the
front of Titus' jowls and happily chokes on the dog's tongue. He collects the
dripping drool with a soft giggle, "Such a messy boy," before moving his
fingers down to his puckered hole.
Titus' teeth nick him occasionally and Damian likes to think of them as love
bites. Against his own thigh his shamefully small cock leaks on his thigh.
"Prepping myself for you," he mumbles in the brief second he moves away, before
immediately diving back in with his jaw dropped to his chest.
The moment his slimy fingers enter- two, because Titus is so thick and this is
so regular that Damian is looser -Titus' focus moves down to Damian's chest.
The teen moans softly as the dog laps at his sensitive nipples.
He scissors his fingers, but not to much. He enjoys the stretch his dog gives
him.
"Back here," he says, missing the heat against his mouth, "back here boy. Kiss
me."
With that hand that had been encircled around Titus' head, he tugs the dog's
collar, bringing him level with Damian's face again. As if understanding Titus
gives him one long lap, and Damian can only moan content when a big splatter of
it lands over one of his eyes.
Drenched and half-blind, he adds a third fingers and starts licking his dog
around the lips, his jowls like fountains which Damian nuzzles affectionately.
"I love you," he mumbles, pulling his fingers out of himself. With both arms he
encircles his gargantuan lover tightly. Titus is used to such an embrace as
Damian pours his heart into the hold, dropping his head to press his face into
a hairy thick neck. "You are the only one who understands me."
For just a few tender moments the two lie there in each other's arms. Titus has
one front paw folded beneath himself, the other bent over Damian's waist.
He draws back and can't help it, opening his mouth. Titus responds with an
immediate tongue invasion. Damian whimpers but he doesn't get carried away with
it.
Grabbing the collar again, he tugs the dog back. Now comes another command
Titus is privy to, "Fuck me, beloved."
The teen rolls onto his back as his dog immediately gets to his feet, so
impossibly large that Damian shivers at the familiar sight. He writhes beneath
that gargantuan body, smiling at the slinging drool. He brushes his hand over
Titus' chest affectionately, before nodding to him.
"Good boy."
Methodically, Damian twists his body and turns over onto his belly. Then,
without an inch of defiance from Titus, he raises up onto his hands and knees.
His back presses against the dog's soft belly. Titus moves forward for better
access. Damian can nestle his head up into the canine's jaw.
Instead, he spreads his knees, bearing his saliva-prepped hole to the thick,
pulsing meatiness that is his dog's cock. His lover's cock.
Obediently but impatiently, Titus awaits the next command.
Damian shivers and shakes excitedly, wanting to take all the time in the world
but also to take what is his swiftly. He reaches back and wraps his hand around
Titus to help aim.
With one deep, quaking breath, he utters, "Knot me." 
And that is all Titus needs to hear.
The first thrust is everything. Damian nearly falls only balancing on one hand,
but the moment the tip is in he slams his other hand back into the mattress
with a scream.
"Titus!" He throws his head back, able to as the dog has drawn back to begin
his frantic thrusting. Titus whines at the soft warmth of his owner's insides
which brings a dazed smile to Damian's face.
The girth of the Great Dane is impressive enough, but the length only makes
there sinful and forbidden act all the more intoxicating.
Damian curves his back so he can feel the swelling knot against his
rim just right.
There are other perks to having such an isolated bedroom.
He can scream, "Good boy! OhGods, that's so good boy, yeah, you're
so deep," his tone wavers every time Titus presses right up against his
prostate. The thick meat is unbelievably hot and pulsing like it has a mind of
its own.
And Damian feels all of it. 
 "So deep beloved." With such frantic thrusts it is almost as if Titus is
intentionally toying with him.
There is no need to touch himself. He has self-trained in order to get off
purely on his dogs cock. Afterall, he had compromised with himself, does a
bitch really deserve to divert its attention to getting itself off?
So instead he hastily slides his fingers through the slimy mess on his chest
and shoves them in his mouth, moaning as he drowns in every sensation. His
small cock swings and leaks between his violently shaking thighs, crying for
attention, but Damian does not care.
The bed only creaks softly because of its sturdiness. The real noise is Titus'
panting, the knock of his flesh against Damian's, the wonderful squelching and
the erotic little whines and moans Damian gives.
"Do you like it?" He pants, trying to bear down on the slick cock as it hammers
in and out of him. Titus keeps up his snuffles and snorts.
Suddenly Damian feels something warm and wet tickle his back. He glances over
his rocking shoulder to see thick ropes of dog saliva stringing down to his
back.
It's everything. 
"Make me come beloved," he groans, and it's a command. Titus' measured thrusts
start to sleep as his true animal nature shines through. 
Dominance is a must and suddenly Damian is screaming, reeling as his dog starts
to fuck him even harder, even faster, in a primal rush to the end. 
"Yes!" He whines, arching his head back until it hurts. "Knot me! Knot me like
I'm-" He cuts himself off with a choke, "No, I am your bitch. I'm your bitch,
boy." He looks over his shoulder to whine. Black eyes are locked onto his
flushed, drenched face. "Knot your bitch, beloved," Damian says lovingly,
"Bloat me full."
Finally with the force of every bit of strength he has, Titus rams his knot
past his owner, bitch and lover's rim, locking them together as Damian screams
all of his love and desire, coming across the bed spread.
The feeling of being flooded robs Damian's speech from him, but he is fine
making a series of incoherent noises as his dog breeds him, inundating his
insides with warm dog cum.
Damian twitches feebly, locked in a pure heaven as Titus laps at the back of
his neck. Eventually his joints give out and he collapses, pulling Titus down
with him. The dog collapses on his panting bitch with his back legs folded
around him, front paws planting themselves on either side of Damian's head.
This is it. This is what he wants concerning life. The creature that, as he put
it, is the only one who understands him.
When his breathing is a little easier and the saliva is soothing and cool on
his skin, Damian gives a chuckle and reaches back, wrapping an arm around his
pup's neck.
"I wish I could bear your pups, beloved," he says honestly, smiling as Titus
licks his hand. Damian brings the wet patch to his mouth and kisses it, "We
could be a family."
Oh how he has fantasised being impregnated by his dog. Later he'd think himself
stupid, but every time he takes a knot he can't help but let his mind wander.
He and Titus would leave Gotham and be lost to everyone. His father, his
brothers, his grandfather.
Just he, his lover and their pups living out the days in a little cottage
somewhere. Damian can draw, read and be bred to his heart's content.
"I love you," he whispers, petting the dog's ear. Titus licks him again and
Damian smiles, accepting it as a response in kind.
They lie there waiting for Titus' knot to deflate when a knock comes to the
door.
"You may not enter," Damian snaps.
"Yeah, whatever. Breakfast is ready," Tim calls from the other side.
"I will be down when I am ready."
It takes another few minutes but eventually Titus is slipping out of him and
stepping back. The dog seats himself at the end of Damian's bed as the teen
gets up, cum spewing out of him like a tap.
He'll clean it up later with ease. At this point he is an expert at doing it
without raising Alfred's suspicions.
"Stay," Damian tells Titus when the dog starts following him to the bathroom.
Sometimes they have fun in the bath.
Whining, Titus remains on the bed.
In the shower Damian begins to reset his mind and prepare for a day of acting
like a normal boy who doesn't take it from his dog every morning. He washes the
saliva and cum away, rids himself of Titus' scent, brushes his teeth and combs
his hair.
The bathroom is fogged up and he reaches out to wipe the mist from the mirror,
revealing his flushed face. Then, he spends around a minute arranging his
thoughts. He is a virgin, he likes girls- Human girls, Titus is merely a pet.
Titus is merely a pet.
Human girls.
Virgin.
Finally, he is ready for the day.
With his towel tied around his waist he opens up his bathroom door and steps
back into the bedroom. He refuses to meet eyes with his dog as he crosses the
floor towards his wardrobe.
"Okay boy," he says when he reaches the walk-in. He stops and looks over his
shoulder, "Time to go back to-"
He expects the great dane to be sitting up, attentive with his ears perked. 
Instead, Damian is met with the sight of his lover- He means, his dog, -sitting
with one leg raised, head bent, tongue lapping at his slowly erecting sheath.
Instantly the teen loses his breath, gaze glued to the vision of the arrow-
headed appendage that had violated him half an hour ago, to the tongue he had
half way down his throat.
Suddenly Damian drops his towel. He hurries over to the door to make sure it is
still locked. It is and he allows himself a second of contemplation.
And though his logic would like to argue, the teen is already on his knees at
the end of his bed, attaching his lips to Titus' sheath and lapping at the
growing hardness.
His day belongs to his dog's pleasure.
 
Perhaps if it didn't he would have noticed Tim watching through the keyhole for
the second time that morning.
End Notes
     TBC?
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