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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, No_Archive_Warnings_Apply
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_-_All_Media_Types, DCU
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Damian_Wayne
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Damian_Wayne
  Additional Tags:
      genderfluid_tim, Smut, Lace, Lace_Panties, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-05 Words: 1401
****** Forgotten Questions ******
by RobinPlaysTrumpet15
Summary
     Ever since Tim came out as genderfluid, Damian has found himself
     curious. Not just about Tim, but himself. Damian just needs a little
     help to figure it all out, and Tim is more than willing to help him.
     Although, Tim's "help" may lead to something a little different
     entirely.
Notes
     Based off a post on tumblr.
     As usual, please let me know of any mistakes and I hope you enjoy. :)
See the end of the work for more notes
Damian wasn't at all entirely sure how he had gotten to this point. He had come
in here with the intent of actually having a conversation with Tim and asking a
few questions.
Now here he was, leaning back on his elbows, his thighs spread with Tim sitting
between them. One of his hands held onto Damian, just above the top of the lace
thigh high sock. Tim's face was expressionless as he looked over the work of
art he's turned the younger teen into.
The entire outfit was lace. Or at least, Damian was convinced it was. The white
socks were trimmed in lace, they matched the lacey white dress, and it was all
tied together with the lace ribbon tied in a bow around Damian's hair. The only
piece of clothing that wasn't white was The underwear. Panties, actually. They
were a deep emerald green, just a few shades of from the color of the teen's
eyes. They were trimmed in a soft, black lace.
Damian wasn't sure how they were still on him. He thought, for sure, that they
wouldn't have fit him in the first place. (That happened to be the first thing
he was wrong about.)
He would be lying if he said that he hadn't been achingly hard for some time
now. His cock rested against his belly, disrupting the lay of the dress on his
hips. Tim was good at teasing. His cheek nuzzled at Damian's lace-covered hip,
nosing his way across the flat expanse of abs over to the other. He seemed
determined to avoid Damian's cock at all times.
There were bruises littered across Damian's thighs and shoulders, sucked into
the tanned skin with ease. Damian pushed his hips up at Tim, whining, his hands
fisting in Tim's blanket. Tim glanced up at the teen and chuckled, lifting his
free hand to rest on a hip.
"What, Damian? Can't handle a little teasing?" Tim's breath came hot across the
teen's hip.
"D-Drake..." His voice was strained, forcing out from between clenched teeth.
"What do you want, babybat?" Damian whined louder, pressing his hips up to
Tim's mouth, but the older leaned away. "Use your words, Dami."
"T-touch me-e...pl...please, Drake."
Tim smirked up at Damian. If he had known he could have this control of Damian,
he would have went for it a long time ago. The young man grabbed the frilly
skirt, carefully pushing it up to reveal Damian's cock. The tip was dripping
precum all over the teen's belly. Tim's hand was around Damian in an instant,
sliding from the base up to the head, giving a little twist before sliding back
down again. Damian cried out as Tim's thumb rubbed over the slit, the tip
dipping in slightly. Tim really did love to tease Damian when he was in this
state. He would never plead, he would never beg, and he certainly wouldn't even
allow Tim to do these things in normal circumstances.
Of course, this hardly counted as normal circumstances.
Tim blew a cold stream of air over the head, watched Damian shudder with it,
before sucking him in. He took about a fourth before pulling back up to the
head, his tongue swirling around and teasing the slit. Tim's hand held Damian
firmly as he eased more of him into his mouth. Damian's moans and cries were
shuddery, their pitch increasing the longer Tim continued.
Tim's tongue was pinned firmly beneath Damian's cock, and he flexed it
periodically against the underside of the heated flesh. It would leave Damian
gasping, his hands scrambling for a firm hold in the sheets, he head tossing
from side to side. Tim lifted his eyes to look at the mess he had made of the
younger teen. Damian's eyes were screwed shut, his chest heaving with each
breath. His lower lip was caught between his teeth, turning the sensitive flesh
a deep red. The older teen bobbed his head faster, letting his eyes fall shut
again.
"D-Drake...I'm gonna-" Damian was spilling over Tim's tongue before he could
even finish warning the other. Tim held still until Damian was finished,
swallowing the cum in his mouth. As he pulled off, Damian shuddered harder,
over sensitive. Tim watched Damian, the teen's expression blissed out, his body
completely lax.
He chuckled to himself, leaning up over Damian's body. His nose nuzzled into
the side of Damian's neck, up to his earlobe that Tim latched onto with his
teeth. Damian let out a soft gasp, bucking his hips up into Tim's. The older
groaned at the friction, reminded of his own aching problem in his jeans.
Damian's hands moved up to Tim's hips, sliding across the waistband of his
jeans and popping the button. He dragged the zipper down, reaching in and
pulling Tim's cock out of his underwear. Tim's hips were bucking into Damian's
fist as the teen set up a fast rhythm. Tim reached his own hand down, placing
it on Damian's and guiding his hand to a faster pace.
"Now who's the one who can't handle a little teasing?" Damian whispered his
Tim's ear. The older teen gasped, pressing his face down into Damian's neck as
the grip on his cock was tightened. Tim knew he wouldn't last. It wouldn't take
long for him to cum at all, and somehow he just couldn't bring himself to care.
Because this was Damian. This was the boy who was a complete jerk to him that
Tim couldn't even bring himself to lie about and say he didn't like. Here he
was, lying on Tim's bed in a dress he had only semi-reluctantly allowed Tim to
put him in, with Tim kneeling above him having just sucked him off, and was now
jerking Tim off.
Tim was sure he'd be asking himself how this happened later.
"Come on, Drake. What are you holding back for?" Damian whispered.
That was it. Tim was gone. He was spilling over Damian's abs, cum splashing
onto the skirt of the dress. Damian stroked him through it until Tim was
squirming away from the touch, too sensitive for Damian to continue.
Tim collapsed to the bed next to the younger teen, staring up at the ceiling
for a moment.
Suddenly Damian was shifting, leaning up on his elbow again over Tim's side.
"You okay?" he asked gently, a softness in his voice that Tim had a hard time
connecting with him.
Tim swallowed, nodding mutely. Damian chuckled at him, leaning down and
ghosting his lips over Tim's own. The kiss was gentle, chaste, their mouths
barely even touching. Tim pushed his mouth against Damian's harder, forcing the
other's lips to move with it.
They hadn't kissed before. There weren't any kisses at the beginning of this,
there hadn't been any kisses before it. Kisses simply hadn't been a concern
before. Not that Tim believed Damian would have even kissed him. He was still
sure that as soon as they were cleaned up and Damian was back in his own
clothes, the teen would leave and the two would never speak of this again. They
would act like it didn't happen and Damian would go back to ripping away at
Tim's self esteem at every chance he got. It was natural. That was how they
worked.
When Damian pulled back, he looked down at Tim, waiting for the older teen to
open his eyes.
"Drake?" Damian mumbled into the stillness of the room.
"Hmm?"
The younger didn't respond, simply waited for the crystalline blue of Tim's
eyes to appear in the dark. When the did, Damian couldn't help but smile. Tim
smiled back at him. That look couldn't possibly be for him, could it?
"I did actually come in here with some questions..." Damian whispered.
"Oh yeah? And what were they?"
"I honestly do not remember. But I do have a new question."
"And what's that?"
"Can we do this again?"
"Only if you tell me something."
Damian nodded, his smile still dancing across his lips.
"What's the possibility this has alternative motives?" Tim whispered, his smile
faltering before he recovered it.
Damian's own smile slipped, a frown showing for just a moment before he leaned
further into Tim's space, letting his mouth brush against Tim's ear. "What if
those motives were that I like you?"
Tim smiled wider. "That's okay, I guess." Damian chuckled.
"I sure hope so."
End Notes
     Thanks for reading. This was actually my first piece of smut, so
     please let me know what I can do to improve my smut writing abilities
     for the future! ;)
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