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Damien held his open palm, hoping that Jason could see him. Just a glimpse of him taking them, just a small peak. Maybe he could throw in a little cough just for good measure so Jason could confirm for himself that he'd taken the pills.
It started months ago, one night was all it took for things to change. Late one night when Damian was supposed to be asleep, instead he was up later than he was supposed to. Thinking it was his father at the door, Damian quickly covered himself. What he was met with was Jason, one who asked ever so sweetly, "You up?" Of course Damian couldn't say he was, he'd get in trouble, so of course he pretended to be asleep. What happened next was something that sent Damian spiralling. Jason had quietly stepped into his room and planted a kiss on cheek. A soft tender, "Sleep tight lil bro, love you," and even tucked him in extra tight. After he left, Damian could feel his stomach in knots, his heart thumping out of his chest.
At first Damian thought it was a one off thing, Jason hadn't ever treated him with any softness. Thinking maybe the man was drunk, but staying awake and waiting, at exactly 2am Jason came back. Repeating the same thing, he added a slight hug along with the forehead kiss before tucking him back in bed.
Before long it became a nightly routine for Damian, he'd sleep, wake up at 1:50 wait and exactly at 2pm would be ready for Jason to give him his nightly hugs and kisses. Knowing Jason had a much softer side to him put him in such a drastically different light. A much more positive one. He looked forward to Jason visiting the manor, to training and sparring with him.
Things were going good for a while until Damian slipped up one night. But could you even count it as a slip up? It was an accident truth be told. He wanted to surprise Jason with a cake. It was messy on the decoration, but Jason wouldn't let it stay still long enough to care. Heading to his safe house, he came in and overheard Jason talking into a recorder. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, it just happened.
"I'm trying to suppress them… but every time I see him I just want to…" he heard Jason speak in anguish. "I shouldn't be having feelings for him, he's my baby brother… I'm not going to do anything to hurt him. I swear it. I want to feel across his body, he looks so cute when he's sleeping," Jason continued.
Damian should've left, maybe if he did he wouldn't have seen the rest. Jason, his big brother, his sweet kind brother, holding his suit. He told Damian that he was going to wash it for being kind to him. Damian let him, thinking absolutely nothing about it. The suit was on a doll, one that looked fairly similar to him. Looking down even further it had a hole where Damian's butt would be. He kept looking at him through the crack in the doorway.
Damian watched as Jason kissed the doll right on the forehead and laid it on the bed. Touching the Damian doll, licking its face. Rubbing the doll between its legs before sticking his fingers on the inside of it. That's supposed to be him, that doll is supposed to be him. And here Jason was, dressing it up in his clothes, fingering it. Damian wasn't even sure what to feel, but he knew he couldn't stop watching him violate the 'him' doll. He liked watching it, the feelings that have been building up in him from that first kiss.
After that, Damian quickly but quietly left that day, leaving the cake with a new note next to it. "I know."
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Cut to now, with an excuse of insomnia of some sort. Jason hadn't come to his room in a couple days and that bothered him. He wouldn't spar and when he did, Jason kept his distance. He hoped that with these pills and the smirk on his face that Jason might get the hint. Damian didn't want him to distance himself, he wanted Jason to give him all of what he wanted. Even making it clear that he was only wearing an oversized shirt to bed. He grinned in Jason’s peripheral as the senior counted the triad of pills before him.
"That isn’t too much lil wing?" Jason asked.
"I'll be fine; I don't want to run the risk of accidentally waking up if someone comes in to check on me," Damian added, hoping Jason would get the hint. He prayed to the God's Jason would get the hint.
"Well, if you think it's safe," he said. He walked off like it was nothing, so Damian didn't actually need to swallow them, but he pretended to so just in case Jason was still watching. Spitting them out once he reached his room. Damien told himself it was unimportant.
Damian went to bed, waiting and waiting for Jason to come. 2:00 went to 2:10 then that went to 2:30 and when he thought all was lost, he heard his door open.
"You up Damian?"
Damien fidgeted less and less, falling still in his bed, begging in his head that he was acting good enough. He could feel Jason stare at him from the edge, waiting for his alarm but none came. Trying to see if he was actually asleep. Damian wished he could see what Jason was doing but he had to sleep through it.
He felt a finger on his bottom lip, "You taking those pills? Did you want me to do this?" Jason asked as Damian heard him step away and lock the door behind him. It was followed by an unzipping of pants, and what felt like Jason's bare cock out on his mouth.
"You look so pretty, I tried really hard not to do this Damian, but…" Jason hands tightly gripped Damian’s face. His hand just opening his mouth and sliding his thumb across his teeth, "Fuck Damian… you look so precious like this." Holding his head to his crotch. Damian’s tight mouth was a struggle to open with one hand; it was a part of the act. He felt Jason force a thumb through his lips and past his teeth. The rest of his fingers help the underside of his jaw as his rod hardened, knocking against Damian’s chin.
"You're all mine right now," Jason said before stroking his tip against Damian's 'unconscious' lips. Jason was enamoured by the lifeless expression before him, all at his mercy. His head followed through, accompanied by the rest of this veiny shaft. Damian had to calm himself when he felt Jason's balls slap against his chin. Trying his hardest not to choke would come from Damien’s mouth. Jason paused and looked down at his eyelids; they rolled upwards and showed the white in Damian’s eyes, a sight. The pain he had to swallow as Jason thrusted without care for his small body. He wished he could wake up, but Jason might stop entirely if he did, do silently endure the throat fucking. Ignore the grunts and swallow breathes coming from Jason. Try not to moan through it so Jason wouldn't stop.
It was brutal, for what felt like hours but was most definitely only a couple minutes did Jason come to a stop. Damian was disappointed the moment Jason's cock left his mouth, even more so when Jason laid him back in bed.
"I'm a fucking monster," he heard Jason say to himself. Damian couldn't protest without giving himself away, and he needed to find a way to keep Jason there. The covers weren't fully on him, so all he needed to do was turn over. Turn to expose the cute round bottom he knew Jason was fantasising about. With one fake stretch and a quick turn, his ass was on display for his brother. Made to poke it out ever so slightly to coax Jason into it.
Jason paused for what felt like forever. His hands sliding across his ass before Damian nearly bit his cheek. Jason slid his tongue right into him, and Damian couldn't say a word. No matter how good Jason's fingers felt, or how amazing it felt to have Jason stretch him out. The feeling of Jason's fingers rubbing against his entrance.
"You taste sweet Damian," he said, once again eagerly slipping his tongue in again. The heat building within Damian's core was unmatched by anything. Having to cum without making any noise was impossible and he finished in his sheets. He arched his back and made sure to say his name just once.
"Jaaaaason~" cooing it as he hugged one of his pillows. Adding a smile for good measure.
Damian heard a gasp and thought he'd given himself up but then he felt Jason's hands at his hips. A few seconds after something poking at his hole. "He's dreaming about me," Jason asked before he kissed the side of Damian's neck.
Once again Damian had to keep silent, keep quiet as Jason slowly inserted himself. He'd seen how big Jason was before, he had to prepare to make sure his cock would slide in him. Thankfully it paid off as Jason faced less resistance when thrusting his head in. Even less when his entire shaft followed suit.
Jason thrusted to no audience response as Damian laid motionless. The drool from his half opened mouth fell to seal the deal of being asleep. Clutching to the pillow his head laid upon, Damian’s mouth was occupied with small huffing and eerily quiet moans.
Jason begged him not to get loud in his sleep, even flipped him over on his back. Jason kissed him to keep him from getting loud. Damian wished he could return it but instead he kept passing his soft moans through it. With each thrust, Damian felt his dick slap against Jason's stomach. Each time, Damian grew more erect and could do nothing about it. Jason held it in his hand and stroked it to no fanfare. Inside though, Damian wanted to kick and scream at how great it felt, but he needed to remain asleep. All of the stimulation culminated with Damien finishing onto himself and Jason once again.
"Jaaaaaay," he cooed once his mouth was free for a moment. As to beg for Jason to give it another go. Jason looked at the remnants of cum on his hand, wiping it against Damian’s bed before busting himself within Damian’s butt. The withered young boy shivered, his ass glazed with the white waterfall.
Not wanting it to end, Damian lazily grabbed Jason's hand, mumbling nonsense as if he were sleep talking. Just one more round and Damian could leave him alone.
It worked!
Jason turned Damien onto his stomach, hoisting his little butt in the air. Damian puckered his still dripping ass to Jason. He felt Jason's nails practically dig into his sides before Jason's mouth met his ass again. His tongue ravaged his prefilled insides, licking all in and around his ass and thighs. All he could do was pray that no one would knock on the door to stop Jason. It was pure bliss for him. Once he felt Jason's hand clasp over his own little cocklet, Damian almost gave himself up.
His moans became much louder, so much so Jason stopped entirely to Damian's sadness. It was short lived as Jason's cock found itself rammed right back inside him without care. Forcing his face into the pillows, Jason thrusted harder than he did the first time.
He kept repeating, "I'm a monster," over and over but that didn't stop him. Jason as akin to a wild dog finally let off its leash while Damian moaned at the roughness through the pillows.
The climax came quicker as Damian nearly melted from the heat Jason sent in him again. Jason's grunting was music to his ears. If this were a game, there'd be hearts floating around Damian's head, instead all Damian could do was give a smile in his 'sleep'.
Jason, being a gentleman, cleaned himself and Damian. An ordeal Damian wanted to thank him for but all could do was lay limp. Jason even wiped his sweat before covering him up again, and placed his head safely against the pillow. Snuggled up tightly next to him was none other than Jason. At least this time Jason stayed even after the goodnight kiss, even pulling him close to his body.
"I love you Damian."
Damian only hummed in response.