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Damian Wayne was over at his close friend and patrol mate, Jon Kent's, place... Again... For the third time this week. Bruce had grown suspicious of Damian's attachment to this superboy but when he decided to send a drone to follow Damian he found it intercepted by a sparsely dressed Clark who just blocked its path to his house with a smirk and a shake of his head. "Move Clark, I'm only going to check to make sure nothing abnormal is going on." Bruce's voice rang through the drone's speaker.
Clark chuckled, making his exposed chest shake. "Hahaha. Bruce? C'mon now you know that they are fine. Damian is my house guest. I respect their privacy while he's here. I'd request you to do the same."
Bruce heaved a sigh but decided instead of going through the effort of circumventing the Kryptonian he might as well try the more direct method. "Fine. Then answer me this. Are the boys... *Sigh* intimately involved with each other?"
Clark's smile faded slightly as his eyes hardened. "And if they are? Do you plan on lecturing the boys about how it's inappropriate and would interfere with their duties or some other nonsense?"
Bruce massaged the bridge of his nose having gotten as good as a yes from the country bumpkin of a superhero. "Clark... You know as well as I do what being intimate with-" but he was cut off when Clark groped his bulge in his tight briefs making sure to show the outline of his semi hard erection. "Oh trust me Bruce I remember... And though I respect your decision to choose your precious duty over a possible distraction in the form of intimacy among allies, making Damian choose the same and not letting him decide for himself is more than a little selfish. Isn't it, Brucy?" The last line was spoken so softly Batman felt it vibrate through his skin, rather than heard it through his ears.
Batman felt himself flush and immediately hit the return auto pilot to his drone as he tossed the headset to skid across the bat cave floor. "That damned irrational fool. Relationships like that are only a weakness enemies can use to take you down." He muttered more to himself then anything else as he collected himself from his traitorous thoughts about a certain toned naked farm boy who could happen to fly above the clouds, and looked irresistible under the light of a full moon a mile or more in the air.
From a few feet behind Alfred spoke calm and wise as always. "Master Bruce, if I may." Bruce turned to see he was being offered a glass of water on a silver tray. He glanced at his butler and then the glass before taking it with a nod.
As he sipped the cool liquid Alfred continued, "Master Damian is still young, sir. However his upbringing has been rather strict and cold. Allowing him the option to build a deeper connection with another such as, Mister Jon, might do him some emotional and mental good."
Bruce glared at his old friend as he finished his water. But by the time he did he decided to conceded the point. "Very well, Alfred. You make a convincing argument. I just hope it doesn't come back to hurt the two of them." Bruce glanced at the drone that just returned with a note attached to it in Clark's penmanship. He simply smiled and shook his head as he took the note and headed out of the cave.
Oblivious to their fathers actions, two boys lay against one another on a soft twin sized bed. Thin damp briefs, slick with a mixture of precum and sweat, pressed passionately against one another. Both boys were panting and flushed as they drowned themselves in each other's musk and lust. They mindlessly bucked their hips against each other. Their erect shafts pressed, ground, and slid against each other until... "J-Jon! I'm... I'm gonna-" a soft timid whining voice escaped the usually vulgar youth's mouth.
Jon leaned down to his boyfriend's ear and practically growled, "I can't hear you Damian. Let your voice out. I want to feel your moan on my skin. Cum for me Damian."
Damian cursed the superboy mentally knowing damn well that the brute could hear him. He felt Jon's hands slide down to his waist and hold him steady as his own tripled then quadrupled in pace the sensation and friction was intense making the bat child want to call cheats as he felt himself forcefully pushed over the edge. His face stained crimson as he felt Jon's erect 8 inches press against his diminutive but respectable 5 inches with precision and vigor. He squirmed and whined before giving in and moaning aloud for his assailant. "mmmnn J-Jon you.. gahh... F-fucking... AGGHAAAHH!!"
Damian came into his already soiled briefs as he felt his boyfriend tense up and cum seconds after. Jon gently layed over Damian as they rode out there orgasms together. After they'd began to recover Damian punched Jon in the side making the near invincible boy chuckle, "hehehe ow... What was that for?"
Damian turned his reddened face away from the other boy as he clicked his tongue, "tsk. Don't give me that 'ow' nonsense. You know damn well I don't like being vocal like that. Especially with your father about. What if he heard-"
Jon cut Damian's flood of well placed paranoia with a deep kiss. Damian couldn't help but melt into the stronger boy's hand as he cupped Damian's chin. Jon danced with the more skittish boy's tongue exploring his mouth in detail. The sweet moment was quickly ruined however when Jon slowly, gently slid his hand under the waistband of Damian's briefs. Damian jolted from the feeling of Jon's soft smooth skin against his pelvis. His eyes flew open and he lurched away from the superboy's grasp. Jon almost tightened his grip to hold Damian there and force his desire on the timid boy... However he reluctantly let Damian slip out of his grasp and watched with more than a little pain how he clutched to his knees at the headboard of his bed.
"J-Jon... We had an agreement." The rich boy spat his words full of venom at the frustrated Kryptonian.
"Dami... I- *sigh* I'm sorry. I know I said I'd go at your pace. It's just..." Jon averted his eyes as his cheeks flushed. "I love you, deeply. I want to feel all of you. To hear your heart flutter and stutter as my hands-" Jon blinked rapidly as he felt Damian's hands firmly press on his mouth covering it completely.
Damian was so red it looked like it hurt, his briefs tented despite recently being satisfied. "S-shut it, boy scout. I-it's not fair when you talk like that." Jon could see the fear, panic, and lust swirling in Damian's eyes. He gently, slowly reaches up and ran his hand across Damian's cheek. The simple action made tears well in the normally stirn and dry humored child. He nuzzles into the warm soft hand letting his tears slide out of his closing eyes. A voice full of compassion and concern entangled the young robin. "Dami. I don't understand why you always get so scared. Don't you trust me?"
The question was like an arrow to his heart. He didn't know how to explain it to the dolt. He was terrified of how he felt. This yearning, this lust, this deep passionate desire. It was all so foreign to him, he felt weak, he felt vulnerable, he felt exposed... And it conflicted with everything he'd ever learned, everything he ever was trained to be. "Jon. I- ahh" Jon used his other hand to gently stroke his conflicted boyfriend through his still slick briefs.
Damian moaned into Jon's hand drowning in his conflicting emotions. "J-Jon I do t-trust you. It's just Mmmnnh... This is all s-so new and ahh... My mind is fighting my heart and my body. It drives me insane... Gnnmmhh..." Damian was panting as he gave into his needy boyfriend's touch. Only to have that touch pull away making him tremble and shiver as he whined instinctively. "I'm going to take it out... Okay?"
Damian's heart rate spiked again as he felt Jon's hand slowly slide inside his waistband. Damian clung onto the firm hand still resting against his tear stained cheek. Jon slowly pulled the briefs down until Damian's erect 5 inches sprung free. Damian's mind was racing as his embarrassment peaked, feeling the cool air brush against his exposed sensitive flesh. Jon's thumb circled the quivering boy's tip spreading the oozing precum across the sensitive exposed glands. " J-Jon W-wAiT... Ahh!" Damian shook heavily as his fingers dug into the invincible boy's skin as he felt his other hand slowly wrap around nearly all of Damian's length.
Damian was hyperventilating, he felt like he'd cum any second just from Jon's soft warm hand touching him. He felt weak, pathetic, filthy, but at the same time he felt unimaginable bliss and comfort from Jon's touch. Things he knew the definition of but rarely ever felt aside from moments like this. Then Jon moved his hand up and down slowly across Damian's weeping edged erection making the boy let out an embarrassing noise that grew louder every second that passed.
Damian's vision swirled and his body felt like it was on fire. When Jon picked up the pace slightly it was too much for the sensitive kid. Damian let out a pitiful whine and bit hard into Jon's hand willfully using it as a gag. Jon took advantage of this and tripled his pace and tightened his grip slightly quickly driving Damian to climax in seconds as the boy screamed into his boyfriend's hand and his body shook and spasmed. Jon slowed his pace as Damian finished cumming all over his sheets and leg, as they were both kneeling in his bed.
As Damian gulped down air his eyes flickered open to see Jon casually sensually lick at his palm then suck on his fingers relishing the flavor of his timid boyfriends cum. "Y-You fucking degenerate! V-Vile demon of lust!" Damian spat causing Jon to glance at him from the side as he slowly pull the fingers he'd been sucking on out of his mouth with a pop making Damian squirm even more. "What's wrong Dami?"
Then as the realization of what he'd done clicked his innocent confused look shifted to a knowing mischievous smirk. "Oh? Did seeing me enjoying your seed off of my hand make you excited again? Hmhmhm, looks like you're getting more naughty every time we play like this."
Damian's face flushed again as he covered his twitching erection. "S-shut it. As if your lewd acts would be enough to entic- eehh!?" In a swift motion Damian found himself laying against superboy's thick fluffy pillows, his briefs nowhere to be found and a Kryptonian inches from his weeping erection with his tongue millimeters from touching his sensitive glands. "W-wait WAIT WwAiT!! Jon! J-Jon no! D-Don't you d-dahhh!!" Damian tried to thrust his hands between his member and the horny alien child only to find his hands were bound to the headboard by his now dried briefs. In those few seconds Jon managed to run his tongue up the first two inches of Damian's cock inciting electric sparks of pleasure up his spine more intense than anything he'd yet experienced.
Damian flailed about but the Kryptonian boy easily held the hyperventilating bat child's thighs down to the bed. Damian whined and cussed and squirmed but his mind had gone blank with pleasure and despite everything he tried he couldn't focus enough to even get his hands free from the sloppy bindings. Jon enjoyed all the noise his shy friend was making as he slowly teased his thrashing weeping erection with his tongue. "Hmhmhm, careful Dami." He teased, "if you get any louder my dad will definitely notice. And how would you feel if he walked in to see me casually licking at your little cock like it was a delicious popsicle?"
Damian's cock thrashed at the implications and he desperately clenched his jaw to hold in his pitiful moans of pleasure. Jon smirked at this then wrapped his soft lips around the boy's twitching mushroom tip. Damian's eyes snapped open and he opened his mouth to order him to seace and disist but could only moan out Jon's name as he came hard into the waiting boy's mouth. Jon felt the hot viscous fluid fill his mouth and slather his tongue and couldn't help but suck on the sensitive member to get as much of the salty flavorful substance as he could. This made Damian flail twice as hard and scream as Jon forced him to cum over and over again.
Minutes passed until Jon was satisfied with his meal and he looked up into the tearstained unfocused eyes of his debauched unconscious boyfriend's face. A sweat drop ran down Jon's cheek as he realized he made Damian pass out from receiving a blow job and cumming repeatedly. "Oops... Guess I overdid it. Geez, humans are so delicate." He muttered to himself as he felt his unattended erection beg for attention. With a sigh he sat up and untied Damian's hands.
"Yes they are, Jon. Try to restrain your urges, though something tells me he didn't mind to much." Jon flinched as he heard Clark's voice from the corner of his room. He turned just in time to see a bright flash. Jon blinked and did his best to cover himself but his reaction time was too slow and Clark got a perfect picture of the two.
"D-Dad!?" Jon panicked until Clark held up his hands in a non threatening manner. "It's alright buddy. I already knew what was going on between you two. And Bruce has his suspicions too. Though I've done some convincing I can't promise he'll give you two his blessing. For now let's get you two cleaned up for dinner." Jon nodded embarrassed but happy his dad at least understood. In a flash they had cleaned everything up and Jon had taken Damian into their large bath to help him clean up.