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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics), Batman_(Comics), Nightwing_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Damian_Wayne
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Damian_Wayne
  Additional Tags:
      blowjob, Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-12 Words: 657
****** The Heat ******
by starfolk
Summary
     Damian can remember the heat that was on his tongue and throat. He
     would really wish that the heat would stay for weeks.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Damian can remember the heat that was on his tongue and throat. He would really
wish that the heat would stay for weeks, making him remember his first time
ever doing a blowjob with his mentor. Ever since after that event, he was seen
licking his supposed dried lips ever so often. Tim even suggested him to use
lip balm if it bothered him so, but Damian just flips him off and Tim sighed.
Dick would just stare at him licking his lips suggestively, and he wouldn’t
forget about the first time he allowed the teen to do it with him. He can even
remember the time he barely even moaned, but made heavy breathing each time
Damian just goes down the hilt and suck. His fingers grasping onto his hair,
and his thighs squeezing the sides of his head. The teen didn’t complain
though.
The teen allowed it.
Even wordlessly begged for it.
Having a hard on during the mission while thinking too much about the heat on
his cock made by his protege is a bad idea. Times where even Jason yelled at
him to snap out of it. Dick would just laugh it off and tell him nothing’s
wrong and continued bashing another criminal with his escrima sticks.
Sure.
He wasn’t even surprised that he found Damian. On his bed, naked on his back,
thighs apart, stroking his own cock on top of the bed, licking his lips
suggestively again. He even made an audible moan that would just give the
mentor goosebumps to the point of no return.
He is so begging for it.
Dick stripped off of his clothes and quickly hopped onto the bed, positioning
himself and placing Damian in between his thighs, his cock leaking precum on
the protege’s pursed hungry lips. He stared back at him, long and hard, slowly
rubbing his cock against his lips.
Damian had the idea already, and opened his mouth, his tongue slithered out to
lick the leaking precum and the slit of his cock. His stroking of his own cock
intensifies the more he could taste the weird sour-salty taste of it (though he
didn’t complain about how bad it tend to taste though). Slowly and steadily, he
wrapped his lips around his cock, his mouth began to drool. He went even
deeper, hearing the groans from his mentor. He smirked around his cock before
giving an unforgiving audible suck before his hair was being grabbed on again
and his cock touched his throat.
The heat again.
All of the sudden, Damian’s senses snapped and he would feel the familiar heat
of Dick’s cock on his tongue again. So spicy. So hot. He practically moaned for
it, sucking harder in each thrust of his cock in his mouth. He came half-way
through, but he never stopped sucking on his cock before the pace began to pick
up.
Dick’s mind went clouded, frantically fucking Damian with his cock in his
mouth, grunting at the noises Damian made; the squishy noises of his god
forsaking mouth and the moaning at each thrust made by his protege. He let his
eyes closed, the sound being forced into his head, unable to hear anything else
other than Damian.
Just Damian.
He gritted his teeth, knowing his time is up. Making Damian have the entire
length in his mouth, he shivered and moaned a bit as he came inside of him, his
pelvis continued to jerk with every shot. Slowly, he let go of the protege and
pulled back without trying to hurt him. He could hear the hoarse breathing from
Damian, but he could hear him laugh to himself softly before seeing him lick
his tongue one last time.
And gave him a small smile.
"So how was it?"
"That’s just. Whoa. I’m fine. You’re fine. It’s okay, good, awesome-“
"You’re babbling, Grayson. Again.”
"Sorry."
"…let’s just stay like this for a while longer."
"…sure thing, Damian."
End Notes
     I wanna admit that the first part of the smutfic was based on one of
     my encounters with my curious friend. We didn’t exactly did it in the
     bed, specifically. We did it at the toilet.
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