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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_-_Comicverse, Teen_Titans_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Damian_Wayne/Bart_Allen
  Character:
      Damian_Wayne, Bart_Allen
  Additional Tags:
      Rimming, Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-03 Words: 2609
****** Fervor ******
by Grimmy, melonbug
Summary
     He should be used to it by now, the look he gets whenever he can’t
     comply with Damian’s demands quick enough, but he’s not. Even without
     looking he knows the exact slant of the frown and furrow of brows
     that make his cheeks flush with not-quite shame.
Notes
     This is a collab between myself and my friend Grimmy (tagged as co-
     author.) Credit also goes to our friend, Desi, who helped write the
     beginning.
  Bart whines as his legs are pushed further back. If this continues his knees
will be touching his shoulders and he’s not so sure he likes that idea. Half of
his back is off of the itchy sofa and he can feel precum dripping onto his
chest. That, he actually kind of likes. He only turns his head to the side
because he’s pretty sure he’ll snap if Damian keeps giving him   that     look.
And Damian said not to touch so that means no touching, no matter how
unbearably slow he’s going.
But his thighs are trembling and he’s sweating and it feels like he can’t
breathe. Which is probably why he only just realized that he’s gasping. He
clenches his fists and moans weakly when he feels that little puff of air
against his dick. And begging   isn’t     enough.
“  I thought I told you to control your vibrating.”
He should be used to it by now, the look he gets whenever he can’t comply with
Damian’s demands quick enough, but he’s not. Even without looking he knows the
exact slant of the frown and furrow of brows that make his cheeks flush with
not-quite shame. Like he thinks he’s stupid.
Bart tenses, lips twisting to part, but then there’s breath   on him     again,
and where he wants to growl he squawks.
“  I’m trying, okay?!”
It sounds weak, especially at the end where the word cuts off into a harsh
exhale. He’s not even capable of a glare at this point, not with his
overbearing partner trying to squash him flat. If it weren’t for who Damian was
he’d be surprised that he’d managed to retain his grip on his thighs, every
centimeter closer to his body only increasing the steadily growing humming
between them.
Damian shifts, suddenly, moves one of Bart’s legs impossibly closer to his
chest, and the speedster doesn’t have time to cry out from the pain because
Damian   moves     and he’s too busy crying out in pleasure instead. Sparks
dance across his vision and he   can’t help it.   He vibrates, can’t stay still
any longer, and he drags his hand forward, almost has it around his leaking
cock and-
Damian snatches it and pins it beside him with bruising force, and   that
look is back and-
“  I said no touching, Allen,” he practically snarls, but somehow it’s less
effective with the flush that’s creeping across his face.
“  Thenfuckingtouchmeeee   ,” Bart hisses as he tries to attempt some sort of
awkward thrust. Only it fails and Damian looks as if he’s going to laugh just
to spite him. How can someone be so   mean   ? It really isn’t fair. He doesn’t
even   know     why Damian is bending him this way in the first place.
But Damian licks a slow stripe up the side of his cock regardless and he’s
pretty sure he can’t close his eyes any tighter but he tries anyways. And
Damian looks way too fucking smug as he leans forward, stretching his neck so
that he can mouth Bart’s leaking tip.
Bashing his head back against the sofa cushions is a well justified reaction.
It comes as no surprise when fingers, sudden and shaking, collide clumsily with
the side of his face. When he pulls back its to the sight of Bart scrabbling
blind, the trill of a displeased whine sounding the moment the tail end of his
breaths fail to graze his skin. The brunette isn’t even trying to contain his
shaking anymore; the tips of Damian’s fingers have gone numb, and if his grip
is a tad too tight then maybe the dense speedster deserves the tiny bruises
that are sure to form as a result.
To his amusement it takes all of a millisecond for Bart to realize he’s   stop
stopped. Gold eyes are on him and he doesn’t miss the skip in humming like a
failing heartbeat, the sigh of relief as he lowers his head again to reward
possibly a bit   too     audible. Fingers return, against his cheek, along the
rim of his ear, until he’s forced to pull back when they sneak around to the
nape of his neck and   pull   . He chokes, can hear Bart’s moan as he coughs,
and he’s not quite fast enough to bark out a retort when Bart’s breath hiccups
oddly and there’s something wet sliding down his brow. And then something wet
sliding down his cheek. And then something wet on his chin.
And then Bart is licking him. Bart is fucking   licking   him   .     He starts
to recoil backwards, in anger, because   how dare he.     But then Bart is
yanking his head back again, and their lips collide and Damian isn’t sure how
to feel about that. Because the kiss is all sloppy and   wet   and-
Bart rolls his hips and makes an ‘umph’ sound against his mouth and then
finally allows Damian to draw back, leaving a string of saliva between their
mouths. The leg Damian isn’t holding falls down to wrap around his hip, to pull
their bodies impossibly closer together. And then Bart drags his head down
again to lick a stripe across his jawline, fingers digging almost painfully
into his scalp.
And he probably should have realized it before but Damian is still wearing
clothes. His school’s recommended cream filled coffee colored slacks to be
exact. And the matching, navy blue polo. Bart isn’t one to be complicated, he
isn’t picky at all but he definitely has to add this to the list of things he
prefers. He leans back a bit and reaches forward, digging his fingers into the
waistband of Damian’s pants and oh...     Oh   .
He may or may not have just moaned because he feels   nothing     but skin.
Damian’s responding grin is toothy, perverse and twisted, and it’s accompanied
by a leer that makes Bart feel a tad bit dirty. Dirt   ier   . And he does a
quick little shake, lowering his eyebrows, shaking again because he really
can’t help himself.
“  Allen   .” It’s an impatient hiss. Which is completely unfair because up
until a few moments ago he wasn’t even allowed to   speak   , let alone
complain.
Bart slides his hands along the waistband of the slacks, fumbling one-handed
with the button, tugging the zipper down. All the while Damian is still moving
against him, still gripping his leg too tightly, bending it in a way that most
normal legs don’t bend. Bart grunts as he leans forward a little more, back
arching almost painfully, and tugs the pants down. And, sure enough, Damian
isn’t wearing underwear of any kind. His cock is flushed and dripping and Bart
wants to,   needs   to touch it, and his hand is almost there, fingertips
brushing the tip briefly before Damian snatches his wrist away, breathing
raggedly as he replaces it with his own hand.
Bart watches, fascinated, as Damian thumbs the head, smears the shiny liquid
that’s collected there. And then Damian is leaning forward and Bart cries out
as the other boy slides his member between his legs, teasing him with it,
dragging it over his ass and his balls before grasping both of them tightly and
giving a slow, lazy stroke.
It doesn’t take long before Bart is hard again, fidgeting so much that Damian
has to stop completely and   glare     at him. Bart smiles at him, almost
sheepishly, at least until Damian squeezes them both. All Bart can do at that
point is   try     to be still, which results in him trembling anyway, and take
a deep breath so that he can whisper, “   Pleasepleaseplease   .” And Damian
groans   , a low raspy noise that makes his cock throb almost painfully.
“  Shh   - Shut up and tell me, Allen,” Damian says. He finally lets go of
Bart’s thighs, settling for sliding his hand up and down Bart’s side. He can
feel the muscles under Bart’s skin jump. Clench and unclench. It takes
everything in him to ignore the urge to fuck the speedster into the itchy sofa.
He closes his eyes. “Speak up,   now   .”
Instead, Bart raises a shaky hand, pressing two fingers between his lips and
sucks   , swirls his tongue around them, letting out a tiny noise that raises
the hairs on the back of Damian’s neck. He bucks   hard     against Bart and
they both share a moan. Bart’s eyes are wide, pupils completely blown when he
finally pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop. And ohgodoh   god
he’s pressing them against his opening, wiggling his way in with a sharp intake
of breath, whining a high pitched note every time he clenches around them.
“  D-Damian!  ”
Damian’s cock twitches against Bart’s and he chokes out a breath, eyes glued to
the speedster’s thrusting fingers as he drags his fist loosely over their
touching cocks. Bart is panting, twitching with every little noise he makes.
He has to take a few steps back, to just   watch     Bart. The way he slides
his fingers in and out, slowly, teasing himself. Still twitching occasionally
and Damian   knows     he’s crooking his fingers on every slow thrust in,
scissoring his fingers inside to stretch himself open. He lets out another
noise, shaky and desperate, and Damian suddenly remembers to breathe again. He
jerks forward, bending low and taking the boys thighs in hand, squeezing them
hard, dragging him forward until his legs are over his shoulders. The
speedster’s fingers slide out of himself as he moves to grab at the sofa,
trying to find purchase.
Anticipation isn’t the word for what Bart feels when Damian draws closer with
possibly the dirtiest look he’s ever seen. The tails of his shirt tickle the
backs of his inner thighs and he lets out another shaky moan, squeezing his
eyes closed. Damian tilts his head and mouths his way down Bart’s cock, tongue
leaving a wet trail as it darts out for a taste. He hums softly as he runs his
tongue over his balls, pressing his lips lightly against them before continuing
downwards.
“  Ohhn   -” It’s the only sound that Bart can make before he stops breathing
completely, because Damian is licking him     there   . Licking him   open   .
He cups the curve of his ass, spreading him wide, sliding deeper. He curls his
tongue just as Bart’s body starts to tremble, turning quickly into a full body
hum.     Damian slides a hand up to dig nails into his leg, taking a moment to
turn his head and drag his teeth over the inside of Bart’s thigh, biting down
softly.
And Bart squirms, fingers finding their way into Damian’s hair, tugging. He’s
gasping for air, making the sexiest little noises, babbling in a constant
stream, too fast to distinguish one word from the other. And Damian
occasionally makes out the word, “   Please   ,” but that’s about it.
Damian moves to swipe his tongue across his opening again, once, twice, and
then he pulls back and Bart whimpers pitifully. He ignores him, shrugging
Bart’s legs off his shoulders and sliding his way back up his body. Bart clings
to his shoulders, dragging him down to bury his face against his shoulder.
“  Hold   on,   Allen,” he whispers, pulling away to fumble with his discarded
pants. Bart nods frantically when he hears the soft pop of a bottle opening and
he catches sight of Damian slicking his cock, hand gliding over it with a
squelching noise. Damian’s face is flushed, and his mouth opens in a slight
pant as he guides himself to Bart’s entrance. He gives Bart a look to which the
boy responds with a quick nod. And then he pushes in slowly, closing his eyes
and clenching his teeth.
Bart   blurs,     clenching tight around him with an inhuman noise, fingers
scrabbling against the sofa.
“  Stop,   stop   ,” Damian gasps and falls forward, bracing a hand against the
back of the couch, head hanging as he   shakes   and tries to compose himself.
The brunette whines but slows considerably, his leg jerking where it’s pinned
oddly against his chest. Damian inhales deeply before sliding out, slow enough
that Bart wiggles his hips in anticipation, hands clenching and unclenching
against the sofa.
He draws in a second deep breath before slamming back in and Bart cries his
name, tossing his head back. The speedster clenches tighter around him and
Damian digs his nails deeper into his leg, his other hand tightening it’s grip
on the back of the sofa. Bart rolls his hips forward to meet the next thrust
and Damian knows he’s not going to last like this, not if he keeps moving like
that.
He’s panting, mouth open wide, hoarse little noises escaping him as he rocks
his hips against Bart in a slow steady rhythm. And he   has     to change his
positioning. It’s the only way he can manage to save face.
He realizes too late that one of Bart’s legs is free, that it’ll be his undoing
as it prevents him from pulling away to catch his bearings. It’s thrumming,
wrapped tight around his waist like a snake, and he chokes on a shout as Bart
reels him back in at a speed he isn’t quite ready for. He swears loudly, and he
can only hope that no one will notice the finger sized holes in the sofa.
Damian makes a high pitched noise and rakes his fingers painfully down Bart’s
side, wrapping them around the speedster’s weeping cock. He gives him a quick
squeeze before pumping with uneven strokes in a rhythm that’s nothing near the
frantic pace he’s setting now with his hips. And on each thrust in, he hits
that little bundle of nerves and then   squeezes     him. And then Bart’s eyes
fly shut and he   vibrates   . Breathing becomes impossible and he doesn’t
notice that he’s making short little gasps every time Damian’s hips slam
against him.
He barely even notices when Damian chokes out his name, slams forward
particularly hard and then   stops,   hips falling still as he sags against
Bart, breathing heavily. And Bart trembles because he’s   not finished yet
and Damian is still stroking him. So slowly, lazily. And it’s   not fair   .
Damian pushes himself back slowly, his eyes half-lidded and his chest rising
and falling rapidly. He puffs out a particularly loud breath as he supports
himself on one arm. His cheeks are still flushed slightly but it’s more so from
exertion than anything else.
“  C-come on,   Allen   ,” he whispers, hoarsely, and he slides his hand back
up Bart’s cock. Gliding his thumb over the slick tip and back down again to
squeeze at the base. And he sounds almost desperate, “   Bart   ,     come for
me   .”
And Bart does, sobbing out Damian’s name and choking on the word, his entire
body blurring around the edges. He spills himself over Damian’s still moving
hand and all over his nice shirt, and Damian   smirks     at him before
dragging his tongue over his cum soaked hand. Bart   watches     him, golden
eyes wide.
And then Damian moves to get up, only to have Bart grab his hand and stop him.
He glares back at the speedster, ignoring the hopeful look on his face and the
way he   tries     to bat his eyelashes invitingly. Bart bites his bottom lip
nervously as he tugs on Damian’s arm. And after a few short moments, Damian
stops resisting. He drapes most of his body over Bart’s and buries his face
against the crook of his shoulder to just   inhale     deeply. Because there’s
something comforting in the way the speedster smells, in the warmth he
emanates.
“  So you’re staying?” Bart says, disrupting the silence.
Damian growls and responds, “Don’t ruin it, Allen.”
Bart just grins and wraps his arms tightly around him. And Damian   definitely
doesn’t return the hug.
At all.
 
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