Babysitting Babybat
A DamiDick Story. Don't like, then don't read!
Chapter 1 Contains: DamiDick, DickDami, Oral, and boyxboy.
Bruce and Dick were coming into the batcave. The sun was setting and it was Batman's time to patrol soon, there was just one thing he had to take care of.
Damian.
Bruce was already in his Batman costume ready to leave while Dick wore his citizen clothes, but he had his Nightwing getup underneath as backup.
Damian sat in the computer chair in a huff, "Why is he here?"
Dick knew he still wasn't well liked by the new Robin, "Damian. Nice to see you too." His voice was sarcastic.
Bruce didn't want them to start bickering again until he left, "Your sitter's here."
His green eyes glared, "I don't. Need. A babysitter."
Dick sighed as Bruce began explaining yet again that Damian was still too young to be left alone. But in reality, Damian had brought this on himself.
"You've been breaking out of the cave, stealing the Batmobile, and disobeying orders. So, you're grounded from patrol until you can learn to behave."
"Ugh, this punishment again? And I guess this clown is supposed to monitor my actions." He eyed the older male.
Dick babysat Damian before and it didn't end well. The two sparred, Damian knocked Dick into a computer chair, and then he broke out and patrolled in Gotham while Dick wasn't looking.
Dick got lectured big time by Bruce ever since then. He figured Bruce had learned his lesson and wouldn't use him as a sitter anymore. He figured wrong.
The acrobat knew Damian didn't like him at all. Dick thought that since they were Batman and Robin together once that they'd gotten closer, but for some reason Damian still resented him.
Dick rubbed the back of his head, "Look, Damian, I know you want to be alone. I'll give you that. You just can't leave the mansion, okay?"
"Silence Grayson. I'm talking to father." He only made eye contact with Bruce.
Dick sighed and rolled his eyes. He decided to leave the two Waynes, but Bruce grabbed his arm, "Damian, Dick is part of this family whether you like it or not, and he is your babysitter. Now you wouldn't even need a babysitter if you didn't behave like such a child."
"Well I'm not a child! Let me prove it and go on patrol with you!" Damian wanted nothing more than to spend more time with his father, but he always got stuck with Dick and Alfred instead.
Bruce rose his voice, "No Damian, you're staying in the cave and that's final!"
Damian's eyes showed sadness and he kept his mouth shut. He got up from the computer chair and stormed off to the training room to blow off steam.
Bruce huffed and straightened himself up, "Look after him."
"Of course I will." Dick crossed his arms, "You do know that the more you're mean to him the more he's mean to me, right?"
"Hrrm." He simply put his cowl over his face and went to the batmobile, "Make sure he eats dinner and is in bed by the time I get back."
Dick could hear crashing and body blows from the training room, "Easier said than done."
Bruce gave him one final look before taking off, "And don't let him escape this time."
He nodded.
The batmobile engine roared and took off out of the batcave. Alfred approached Dick with a platter, "Cheer up Mawster Dick, I made my special chocolate chip cookies. I know how they usually cheer you up."
Dick gave a small smile, "Well, at least something good happened today." He took the plate and ate one, "Mm, you still got it Alfie."
The butler smirked, "Now if only Mawster Damian felt the same way."
"I'm sure he likes them, no one can resist these, not even him. I'll go share some."
"Okay, just bring my platter back alive. I don't want any dents."
Dick chuckled and made his way to the training room.
He followed the violent noises while munching on the chocolate goodies. He hoped the snack would calm Damian down, make him sit still for a minute.
He stuck his head in the training room. Damian swung his sword swiftly, chopping the head off a holographic manikin.
Dick hoped he wasn't next, "Hey buddy, you hungry?"
He didn't bother looking at him, "Leave me alone Grayson." He charged at more holograms, cutting down each one more merciless than the last.
Dick stopped eating and placed the platter on the floor by the door, "C'mon, even you can't say no to chocolate chip."
Damian let out an annoyed sigh and glared, "No."
The acrobat shrugged and shook his head while leaving. Every time he and Robin spoke, it was like a knife fight. Dick honestly thought he had grown closer to him after all the times they've spent together, but ever since Bruce was announced alive, Damian reverted back to treating Dick like trash.
Since bonding was out of the question, Dick decided to help update the batcomputer with information from Bludhaven.
His civilian clothes hung on the back of the chair while he sat in the comfort of his Nightwing uniform.
He tapped away on the computer until he felt a presence behind him, "Hm?"
Damian stood there with a scowl, "Spar with me." He had his sword in his hand, unsheathed.
Dick raised a brow, "Uhh..I thought you wanted to be left alone."
"Well the holograms put up a good fight but fade away after being touched, so I guess you're a bit more capable than a hologram, Grayson."
"Uhh..thanks? But I'm not in the mood Damian, just use a dummy or something."
"Why do you think I'm asking you?"
Dick felt the burn and refused to talk to him anymore. He swirled back around in the chair and resumed typing.
Damian didn't apologize, "I take it that's a no." He tapped on his sword impatiently and then smirked, "I see your cowardice ways haven't changed. Perhaps you're finally aware you're inferior to me as a fighter."
He said nothing and kept typing, this was just Damian trying to pick a fight out of boredom.
He then uttered, "Maybe your parents would still be alive if you weren't such a quitter."
His hands froze and he felt a vein almost pop. Damian always insulted him and hit Dick where it hurt. There were times where he wanted to snap and put the brat in his place, but knew it would just make their relationship worse.
But lately Dick had been sexually frustrated from always bailing on dates to come to Gotham and babysit. Fighting was a good way to shake the feeling off.
"You want to spar? Fine." He got up from his chair, "Let's spar. But no weapons."
Damian smirked and sheathed his sword, "Hmph, intimidated? Very well, not like I need a weapon to take you down."
The two angry birds made their way to the training room and began sparring on the mats.
Damian threw the first punch and Dick caught his fist only to be kicked in the shin. He didn't let it faze him, the blue bird was still pretty pissed and Damian's taunts only made it worse.
"So you do know how to use your fists, and here I thought they were for decoration." Damian smirked and threw a barrage of punches.
Dick couldn't block them all but managed to land a knee to Damian's stomach, "Yeah, I can use my legs too!"
Damian fell to the mat and swept Nightwing by his ankles causing him to fall back.
Damian smirked as Dick lied in front of him, "Hmph, I don't even know why you still come to the mansion, father doesn't even need you anymore."
Dick got back up, "Oh? Then why I am I always being called to come babysit you?!" he threw a punch at Damian.
Robin blocked and used it to grab Nightwing's arm, "Well he doesn't need you for missions now," he swung him over his shoulder, "does he?!"
He hit the mat hard, "Urrrghh! So what?!"
Damian stepped on his shoulder and began twisting Nightwing's arm, "So father finally has what he really wanted. Me. A real son." He smirked down at him.
Something inside Dick snapped and his calm nature immediately disintegrated, "Oh that is it!"
He roughly grabbed Damian and tackled him to the mat, "Hey!"
They wrestled and he scratched at Dick, but the big bird wasn't budging, "Not so tough now, are you?"
He was able to easily pin one of Damian's wrists to the mat and use knees the lock his legs in place. Damian still squirmed and tried escaping from under him.
His and Dick's face were so close that their noses almost touched. Damian gasped and began fighting harder to get away. His ears began blushing.
"You talk the big talk but you forget, you're still just a brat."
Damian angrily kneed Dick hard in the stomach, he loosened his grip giving Damian the chance to slip away, but this time Dick had him pinned on his stomach.
"There, got you. What're you going to do now, Robin?" Dick taunted.
"Shut up.. get off!" his ears turned red at how close Nightwing was.
Dick's tights were always so tight. Even with the armor on, Damian could outline Dick's soft body pressing against his back. He could feel his heaving chest, his tight abs, and plump thighs on top of him.
Damian then let out strange noise and covered something on his front.
"Wha.. are you hiding a weapon?"
"NO! Just let me go!" he squirmed more.
Dick refused to budge, "Ugh, I can't believe you. I said no weapons, and you still brought one anyway?! Unbelievable." He wrestled to see what was in Damian's hand.
"No! Dammit, back off!"
"No, hand over the knife! Don't make me tell Bruce." He removed Damian's hand and slid to where it was.
"Stupid-! It's not a..!" Damian went quiet when it was too late.
Dick's hand was covering Damian's crotch. He squeezed on it and felt the outline of Damian's penis.
It was warm and slightly..hard.
It was then Dick's turn to feel embarrassed. He immediately let go and blushed, "Oh..uhh.."
Damian said nothing and wouldn't even look at him.
Dick tapped his shoulder, "I'm so sorry, are you-?"
The angry bird elbowed Dick hard in the jaw.
"OWWWA!" He got off of him.
Damian immediately got up and ran out of the training room, "YOU HARLOT!"
Dick rubbed his sore jaw calling out to him, "It was an accident, I'm sorry!" Guilt began to settle in his chest. His heart hurt more than his jaw, "Ugh, great. Another thing he'll hate me for."
The two didn't see each other for the rest of the day. Damian stayed locked up in his room and Dick updated the batcomputer until Batman came home.
Next Week. . .
It was the same time, different week. Batman was out on patrol, Damian was still grounded, and surprise-surprise Dick was called to babysit.
Dick muttered to himself as he got dressed as Nightwing, "Why can't Bruce take a hint? Damian doesn't like me. He's only making this worse."
He still felt guilty for touching Damian in that way. He really did want to get along with him, he was Bruce's son after all and Dick's new little brother.
If Bruce and Dick got along, then things should work out with him and Damian.
At least that's what Dick hoped.
He sighed and went upstairs and knocked on Damian's door, "D-Damian?"
The little bird was on his bed reading a book, "What?"
He could hear the anger in his voice, but he came in anyway, "H-Hey buddy.."
"I'm not your buddy. Why are you trespassing?" he wore his usual black turtleneck and jeans.
His eyes still showed disdain for the blue bird, but Nightwing put on his domino mask and smiled, "Listen, I know you're mad. You have every right to be. It must've been scary, huh?"
Damian felt irritated at how softly Dick spoke to him, "'Scary?'"
He sounded sympathetic and kind, "Yeah, I didn't mean to touch your special place like that. I'm so sorry, it was a complete accident, okay?"
"I'm not a child Grayson. Just shut up talking about it. I'm aware it was an error on your part. So just drop it already." He huffed and went back to his book.
'Well, if an apology isn't enough.' Dick rubbed the back of his head, "Well you still sound mad, so let me make it up to you."
"What next? You going to sing me a lullaby?"
"Nope. Let's take a break from the mansion and go out on a patrol of our own, what do you say?"
Damian looked up from his book, "..is this a joke?"
"Nope." He smiled brightly, "It's a secret mission for only Nightwing and Robin. You in?"
Damian finally cracked a smile and closed his book, "Fine. Since you're so hopeless without me."
Dick felt proud of himself and hoped tonight would be the night that brought him and Damian closer.
Patrol. . .
Nightwing and Robin were on a roof peering down at an abandoned building.
Their domino masks had X-ray vision to see through the thick walls. They picked up the heat signatures of two of Gotham's crime lords.
Nightwing tested him, "So who do you see down there?"
Robin tapped his green mask, "Well judging by the pig mask, well gosh golly gee Nightwing, I have no idea." He rolled his eyes at the older male.
Dick sighed annoyingly, "I'm only asking you to see what you already know, so answer seriously."
"I know everyone father has faced already. I hacked into the batcomputer and memorized everything before we even met."
Dick didn't even want to know how in the world Damian was able to do that, "Then explain to me who's down there!"
"Ugh, fine. The one in the pig mask is 'Pyg' and the one with the mutilated mask is 'Scarecrow.' Since Pyg is a pervert and Scarecrow deals with gas, they must be selling drugs to, oh I don't know, every psycho in Gotham."
Dick smiled, "Very good."
"Hmph, child's play. Let's get this over with."
Damian could hide it all he wants, Dick could tell he was happy. He flipped through the air with a smile on his face ready to bust some bad guys. To Dick, it felt like old times.
The crashed through the glass and landed on top of some crates. Dick had his escrima sticks and Damian had his sword.
Dick eyed Scarecrow, "Looks like you're having a party and we weren't invited."
Damian eyed Pyg, "Guess they lost our invitations."
Scarecrow began wheezing out fear gas, "IT'S NIGHTWING AND ROBIN! GET THEM!"
Junkies and minions of Gotham ran towards them. If they couldn't get one of them, then they'd never get their fix.
Dick put a mask over his mouth, "I can handle Scarecrow's fear gas. Think you can handle Pyg yourself?"
Robin was already jumping into action, "Hmph, that doesn't even come close to a challenge." He lunged at the fat man.
"That's the spirit." Nightwing went straight for Scarecrow fighting off his minions.
Robin began swinging his sword at Pyg and the man squealed, "Hehehe, oooo, I see little rockin robin has come to play."
He leaped about dancing away while his doll-o-trons tried to pin Damian down.
'Damn Pyg, he's using people as puppets again.' Damian ditched his sword so he wouldn't kill the civilians. He had to attack the source.
He began attacking Pyg and fighting off the puppets, "Come and get me little birdie, ooof!"
Robin landed a nice blow on his jaw, "It's over Pyg, release these people at once."
Pyg squealed like an animal, "Hehhe, mmmmnnn, hurt me some more robby boo~!"
He grunted in disgust, "You freak.. Your very existence is appalling."
Pyg wobbled to his feet, "OOOoohh, don't say that. If only you knew what I feel~" he rubbed on his plump body and struck a pose, "you'd be feeling fabulous~!"
Damian wanted to throw up. The fat man jiggled all over the place and his voice was so perverse. This man thrived on being abused and enjoyed torment. How was he supposed to win?
Some doll puppets snuck up behind Damian and held him hostage, "Hey! Let go!"
Pyg got out a pink syringe, "Here~ Have a taste of my world, kid." He snickered and injected the needle into Robin's neck.
"AARRGH!" He cried out and then kicked Pyg hard, "BACK OFF!"
Pyg was knocked hard on the floor and Robin began violently hitting the doll puppets. Nightwing was almost done wrapping up stuff with Scarecrow.
"Robin are you okay?!"
Damian groaned and gripped his neck in pain, "I'm..fine.." the room looked blurry and he could barely stand. Come to think of it, he couldn't feel anything below the waist.
Nightwing knew they'd have to retreat, "Damn.." he tossed a smoke bomb and grabbed whole of Robin, "We're going back to the cave."
"N-No.. I can still.. fight." Damian lost consciousness.
Dick carried him on his back and leaped out of the smoky building. Scarecrow and Pyg coughed as the vigilantes flipped away.
. . .
The two successfully got back to the batcave. Dick placed Damian in his room to get treated by Alfred. Meanwhile, he managed to grab a few drug samples off of Pyg.
"Now, which one of these did he put inside Damian?" he analyzed each drug sample on the computer, "Today was finally a good day until this happened. Bruce is going to kill me, if Damian doesn't beat him to it."
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. Babysitting wasn't getting any easier in the batcave and he was starting think Damian was right. Maybe Bruce didn't need him anymore.
Dick felt bad, "I should've just stayed in Bludhaven."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
The blue bird flinched at Damian's cry, "What the-?!" he rushed up the stairs.
Damian dashed past him still in his Robin getup. He had his sword and he went straight to the training room.
"Um, at least he looks better? What'd you do to him Alfie?" Dick met him in Damian's room.
The butler put away the gauze, "Nothing much. All I did was cover his cuts and bruises with ointment, and then took a blood sample from his neck wound. But after that, he began screaming and the darn boy won't even let me touch him."
"Oh great.." Dick combed a hand through his hair, "Please don't tell Bruce about this. I'll go deal with Damian myself, okay?"
He nodded, "Very well, if you go down Mawster Dick, so will I. Besides," he walked out the door, "lord knows you won't make it if both Waynes are mad at you."
Dick chuckled, "Yeah.." and headed to the training room with a first aid kit.
Alfred watched the drug samples on the screen and tried finding a match to Damian's blood sample hoping to find a cure.
Meanwhile, Dick cautiously entered the training room, "Damian?"
Robin was in the middle of practicing his strikes using his sword, it was sheathed this time.
Sweat was visible on his chin. It dripped some and his breathing was ragged. Dick could tell something was off.
"Are you okay?"
"Never better. Just a little hot." He continued to practice striking.
Dick reached out, "A-Are you sure? I heard screaming, you sounded-"
Before his hand could touch him, Damian swatted it away, "Don't touch me."
He felt hurt by that, "..are you mad about tonight?"
"Yes. I am mad. Because there is a bubbling buffoon in here ruining my concentration." He resumed his striking with his sword.
He noticed Damian's form was sloppy and he his breathing was all over the place. Something was definitely bothering him. Whether it meant him hating him more, the acrobat knew he had to help.
Dick made up his mind, "Okay, I'm going to have to look by force."
"What?" Dick lunged at him and tackled him to the training mat, "What are you doing?! I said don't touch me!" Damian squirmed while keeping his legs together.
His hand tried hard to push Dick's face away smushing against his cheek, "I'm twying to hewlp..noww let me sheee!"
"NO!"
He grabbed Damian's knees, "I SAID LET ME SEE!" With a rough grip he was able to spread Damian's legs to see where he was hurt.
Damian's face blushed red and Dick froze once he saw what was wrong.
Robin had an erection in his pants and the bulge was stretching his black spandex. It looked painful and ready to rip through the fabric.
Dick let out a sigh of relief, "Phew, I thought you were hurt. This is perfectly normal."
Damian growled, "No it isn't! Let me go!" he tried covering himself but Dick kept a good grip on his knees.
"Well..one this size isn't normal. I guess."
"Shut up! It just needs to settle down. But it's never been this stubborn before, ugh, I'm no different than a harlot."
Dick joked, "Worse. You're going through puberty. I guess that serum Pyg injected you with ended up triggering one of your..hormones." he gulped at how big it was.
The acrobat let go of his knee and touched it. Damian's whole body jolted and he uttered a small moan.
He covered his mouth and began kicking, "Don't touch it! Then it'll never go away!"
"I'm just trying to help."
"I don't need help. Mother says it's wrong to indulge in meaningless lust. I just need to keep training and calm my mind."
"Psssh, after what your Mother did to Bruce, she has no right to talk. You're better off listening to me, little prince."
Damian scoffed at the pet name and kicked free from Dick's grip. He rose to his feet and staggered for his sword, "I don't need your help."
Dick stood up and got out his escrima sticks from his back, "Okay then, I have an idea, tough guy."
"Hm?"
"Let's play 'good guy bad guy.' I'll be bad and you be good."
"What?"
"We'll fight to determine who's right. If you beat me, I'll leave you alone. If I win, we'll fix your..problem my way." He smiled, "You in?"
"I accept," he smirked and aimed his sword at Nightwing, "I've been waiting to cut you down for weeks."
Damian charged at him with all his might, but Dick merely stepped out of the way and opened his escrima stick. A net-like rope shot out and wrapped around Damian.
The Robin landed to the mat with a thud and his sword scattered off to a corner somewhere.
Dick raised a brow, "Well that ended fast." He put his sticks away, "Falling for the same trick twice? And you call yourself an assassin."
Damian wormed around, "You coward! Untie me and fight like a man!" He eventually tired out and wheezed on the mat. More sweat appeared and he barely had any energy to move.
"I did say I was playing the bad guy." He calmly walked over to Damian and began untying the laces on his green boots. He tossed them away and went for his pants next.
"Haa.. what are you doing? Nnhh! Let go!"
Dick tugged Damian's pants off freeing his erection, "Okay, bear with me Damian. This is the only way to get your body some relief."
He took off his grey glove from his Nightwing suit and reached into one of the small pockets. He got out a small bottle of lubricant and covered his hand with it.
Damian stared wondering what his captor was planning.
Dick placed Damian's head on his lap, "Let me know if this hurts, okay?" his wet hand wrapped around Damian's erection and began giving it light strokes.
Damian's body jolted and he let out small moans, "..aahh! No, let go!"
Dick ignored and continued to stroke him off. His fingers kept a nice grip and his thumb massaged the tip.
Damian had never been touched like this before, not even by himself, 'What is this? I feel tingly.. I thought it was going to be feel gross, but it feels so..' he refused to finish that thought.
He gritted his teeth to prevent more noises from coming out. He drooled some on Dick's lap.
Nightwing continued to move his hand, "You can let out your voice if you want, it doesn't bother me. I'm not doing this to tease you."
Damian groaned in refusal and looked like he was putting up resistance, so Nightwing picked up the pace.
He tightened his grip and tugged more on it, "AAAAHHH! HHAAHH!" Damian's green eyes filled with tears and he looked like he was enjoying it, "N-AAAH! No! Stop touching! W-Wait..Nnhhh!" his hips bucked and he ended up cumming.
Dick flinched at how much Damian let out. His white essence shot out onto his hand and dribbled onto the mat too.
He stared in awe as Damian trembled on his lap, "Wow..and you're still cumming." Dick could feel how warm and thick his semen was.
Damian sweated a lot and felt exhausted, "Haaahh..hhhaaaa.. Hhaaahh..i-is it over?"
Dick thought he sounded so cute, "Uhh..well.." he blushed when he felt Damian in his hand, "I don't think you had enough."
Even after releasing so much, it remained hard. Damian felt hot, and the cool touch of Dick's wet hand felt nice. His lap felt comforting, not that he'd admit that.
He tried lifting his head, "See? It didn't work, now let- GAHH!"
Dick gave him another handjob, "..it's okay to enjoy it, I can keep going until you're satisfied."
Damian's face reddened and felt himself drowning in arousal, "A-Aaahh, no..stop !" his toes curled and clenched as his dripping member was being massaged. The boy had already came and this made him have to go again.
Nightwing was so used to Damian having a stern expression like his father. Seeing him moan and beg was simply adorable. It reminded him Damian really was still a kid in some ways, no matter how grown up he tried to act.
Dick could feel Damian's hip buck more rapidly, "Are you going to cum again, little prince? You're really moving your hips, should I go faster?"
Damian panted and moaned and couldn't bring himself to retort. He let out more moans in a cute voice while Dicks free hand petted his head.
"Go on, let it out Damian."
He cringed and felt his body react to Dick's vice, "NNNAAAAHH!" The boy ended up shooting another load onto the mat and Nightwing's lubed hand.
He trembled on his lap, "Good boy, let it all out." He said in a soothing voice.
Damian whimpered and couldn't stop himself from making a mess in Dick's hand. His body eventually went limp and he had no more fight left in him. His legs were still spread wide and his thick cum soiled the training mat.
Dick took his hand off of it, "You really let out a lot.." his hand was sticky and coated with Damian's fresh thick cum. The scent was alluring and aroused the blue bird.
The rope on the boy loosened and Damian was free. But rather than use this chance to escape, he froze, unable to take his eyes off of Nightwing.
The older male was licking his hand and tasting Damian's essence. He looked erotic while doing so and this made Damian unable to comment.
'Th-That's my.. Grayson's licking my..' he couldn't dare think it. His heart pounded hard nervously as Dick slurped.
He just stared while blushing shades of red as Dick licked his palm, "Mmnnn.." he then stopped when he realized Damian was still hard, "I guess my hand wasn't good enough."
Before Damian could react or defend himself, Dick was already between his legs. His lips were wet and his blue eyes were seductive.
"Grayson?"
Dick licked his lips and mumbled, "..can't believe I'm doing this.."
The next thing he knew, Dick's soft lips were on his tip. Damian's toes curled up when he felt himself slip into Dick's mouth.
"OOOooohh!" Damian groaned in pleasure. He had never felt anything so good before.
Dicks tongue massaged and slithered around his length tasting every inch of him. Dick kept a nice grip on Damian's thighs as his head bobbed up and down.
The sucking noises echoed throughout the training room making Damian feel even more vulnerable. He squeaked and clawed into the mat.
"D.. Mmmnn, nooo.. we can't!" he felt himself whimpering and putty in Dick's mouth.
Dick felt his crotch get wet as he sucked on the small Robin. He couldn't stop suckling away even if he wanted to.
Damian felt like he was stuck in a hot vacuum. Dick's lips tightened around his length and his tongue teased his tip on each suck.
Damian began pulling on Dick's silky hair. He needed something to hold. He felt so sensitive and aroused that he was losing his mind.
His green eyes rolled to the back of his head, "Oooh.. OoOHHH!" He ended spreading his legs wider so Dick could suck on him more, "Nnnnn.." he closed his eyes moaning.
Dick hummed while he sucked not bothering to stop or check on Damian's situation. He felt he just had to taste him, "Mmmn, mmnnn, mmmph!" his pleasurable mouth was merciless.
He picked up the pace and Damian uttered a loud squeaky moan, "AAAAaahhha!" He clutched Dick's head, "..nnggaahhh.. D-Dick!" his hips bucked high in the air causing his back to lift off the mat.
Dick's lips latched on tight as Damian came in his mouth. The older male let out a small moan as he felt his mouth get filled instantly and he had no choice but to swallow every drop.
Damian's body trembled and drooled dripped down his chin, "Aa.. aa.." he let out a small noise and his body dropped and went limp.
His eyes were closed and couldn't bring himself to move at all anymore. He felt content after letting out so much, and was very tired.
Dick continued to swallow until he felt Damian get soft. He took it out of his mouth with a small pop, "Ooh.. Mmnn, there."
Damian's cock was back to being small and limp, coated in Dick's saliva.
He licked his lips, "It took a while, but you're all better now Damian." He heard nothing and noticed how tuckered out and motionless the boy was, "Damian?"
He said nothing and his eyes were still closed. His breathing was back to normal and looked like he was asleep.
Dick blushed when he realized what he had done, 'Crap, Bruce is going to kill me. Damian's never going to forgive me for this. What will Alfred think? Oh God, I'm terrible.'
He fished around and grabbed Damian's pants and green boots. He dressed the boy the best that he could and gathered him up in his arms.
"Mmmmnn.." he groaned as Dick carried him out of the room.
The older male felt so embarrassed and awkwardly asked, "Uhh..Damian? Are you better now?"
He let out a small growl, "..I'll kill you."
'I guess that's a yes.' Dick smiled and carried Damian to his room, "Yeah, I know. But you'll need your rest first."
To be Continued. . .