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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Damian_Wayne
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Damian_Wayne
  Additional Tags:
      Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-26 Words: 527
****** Needy Child ******
by Tvieandli
Summary
     Damian’s got a lot of attitude problems. Dick doesn’t like to give
     him what he wants until he says “please”.
“You’re just a needy little kid,” Dick hissed against his throat.
“I’m not- fuck -a kid.”
The pace was slow, and methodical. Like a two-step. Damian felt like it should
have gone out of fashion ten minutes ago. Ten minutes ago when he was begging
for more rather than choking on nearly agonized screams, so close to the end
goal he could taste it. His knuckles were turning white from where they
clutched the edges of the computer’s desk, fingers devoid of all blood flow,
toes curled inside his boots.
“A needy little boy,” Dick said, biting his earlobe.
Damian’s legs tightened around Dick’s waist pulling him in tighter, so that he
could rock against Batman’s hips.
“Just shut-up, and fuck me.”
“What was that?”
“I told you to fuck me.”
“I can’t hear you, Dami, you’ll need to speak up.”
“I said ‘fuck me’ Grayson, now fuck me!”
“Temper,” Dick scolded, gripping Damian’s waist tightly as a means to stop him.
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please!”
Dick’s hips snapped forward, making Damian’s eyes go wide. “That’s a beautiful
thing,” he said.
The hands that had held Damian still not so long ago, were suddenly working
with him to pull him closer. “Shit, Grayson! Shit, Grayson, I’m gonna cum!”
Dick groaned quietly. “See what happens when you’re polite?”
“Fucking God, Grayson!”
Damian’s hands found their way to Dick’s shoulders, pulling at the material of
the cape in an attempt to draw him closer, but Dick held fast, making Damian
arch up off the desk, and wrap around his body.
Damian’s arms synched tight around his neck so that the boys mouth lay against
his ear, and he could hear every desperate sound, every foreign curse word, and
prayer. He bounced Damian’s hips against his, relishing the sob of pleasure
that brought out of the kid. The boy was suddenly trying to grind off on the
kevlar front of the batsuit.
Dick could feel Damian’s cock press against the material, twitching with need.
He bit down on the boy’s shoulder, and Damian made a strangled sound, spasming
hard in his arms as he came against his father’s suit. Dick smirked, and let
Damian sink to the floor, and then to his knees so that he could finish on the
boy’s face, watch white slide over the green of Robin’s mask, and down into his
wanton mouth.
Damian moaned, and licked his lips as Dick’s body sagged above him, a hand
braced on the desk, the other still on his pulsing cock, milking the last dregs
of semen into Damian’s mouth.
Dick did up the fly of the suit, and did his best to wipe the white stain off
the abdominal plating. Damian didn’t move, head leaned back on the desk, eyes
seemingly closed against the bliss of afterglow.
“Are you done?” Damian’s words seemed loud in the sudden after sex quiet. Dick
turned to him, fixed with one wide, white lens, and the sight of Damian’s mask
all covered in his spunk. The boy had dropped a hand back down into his lap,
and was kneading his flaccid cock back into a frenzy. “Because I could go
again.”
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