Damian let out a cry, wailing and bucking in place on the elder's lap. "You can't do one nice thing for me. Not one. Not even when I have my fingers up your ass."
Said fingers twisted and pumped out of him lewdly, fluid shining on them under the fluorescent lights of the Batcave and skin smacking wetly together as Tim fucked in and out of Damian's tight little hole.
And then Timspreadthem wide open, stretching him out, and he whined breathlessly. His asshole felt like it was gaping open, and the cool air caressing against parts previously untouched made him feel even more exposed.
There was a spitting noise, and a wet glob of what had to be saliva splattered onto him. "Timothy, do not-!" Damian snapped, and he twitched from the swat to his ass. He pinned him with an absolutely acidic glare even as he rolled his hips back, searching for those clever, clever fingers to fill him up again. Two thumbs sunk into his hole and forcefully spread it, and he looked over his shoulder, alarmed.
Tim spatagain.
Drool slipped down his crack sloppily and Damian was so distracted by hissing reproachfully at his tormentor that he didn't register the thick, hot cock against his stomach until it met his bare skin. He flushed, spluttering, and Tim used that to his advantage as he sat him up so that the Robin was straddling his waist, tiny dick plumped up and erect as it leaked precum onto his clothes.
Meeting Damian's eyes, he reached down and freed it from the confines of his shorts, then slowly stroked up the length once, stopping at the tip to rub his thumb over it and dig his nail into the thin slit. Hewhimperedwhen Tim dug it in even more until a bead of pre managed to escape, and gasped shakily when he smeared it over the head and meaningfully pumped down to spread the slickness.
He managed to stutter out a word. "Wh-what?"
His predecessor did not answer.
Instead, he did it again, and while Damian noticed how he was slowly,carefully-as if it not to alert him- reached behind and around him to adjust his own prick so that it was just centimeters from penetrating him, he was far more distracted at the attention being lavished onto his small dick.
Timothy had hardly ever touched him, and when he did it was not likethis.Gentle.
Even as consumed as he was by the stimulation, he noticed when the head of Tim's formidable cock prodded against his rim. He froze.
Tim did not.
Glancing behind him, Damian inhaled sharply as he took in just howlargeit truly was. Most of what they had done had been with clothes on or fumblings in the dark, so this was perhaps the third or fourth time he'd seen it up close. It was a dark, angry red at the tip, and as he watched it seemed to stiffen even more as more blood rushed into it, and at this point it just looked damn painful. Tim rubbed his cock a little bit more against his hole, and he could literally feel how it pulsed against the whorl of his asshole, big and thick and hard andaching.
It was going to split him in two, and Damian physically felt his length soften a bit at just imaging how wide he would be forced open.
And that, of course, was when Tim squeezed his dick in his palm. His attention snapped back to his front, and he swallowed back a surprised cry when he saw just how tiny he was in the other's hand. His thighs started to tremble minutely when Tim massaged at the head- which was barely poking out of the clutch of his fist- and Damian hiccuped as he was forced back to hardness. "Stay hard for me," He ordered, when all he got was a pathetic mewl in reply he yanked on it warningly. As he admired Damian's leaking, miserable prick and how small it was in comparison to himself, he leaned back in the chair smugly and smirked. "Not that it makes much of a difference, I suppose."
He toyed at the pink tip momentarily before he pinched it in between his fingers absentmindedly and began to muse aloud. "Are you even erect? I can hardly tell. Your little dick is just so tiny." Tim paused.
"I mean, it doesn't really matter… I'll be fucking your little hole open. It's basically going to be useless. But… still. Idowant you to beobedientfor once." His tone darkened, and his grip tightened momentarily. Damian squirmed, and murmured something incomprehensible. "Got it?"
Frantically, the teen nodded as fast as he could, and Tim huffed, amused.
Slowly, he loosened his fist, maintaining eye-contact the entire time, and the tiny organ sprang back to life, swelling up a bit. "Alright, then. It's time for me to get what Ideservefor putting up with you, right, Damian?"
With that, he pushed in. The hole resisted at first, but when he jerked his hips up a little bit the head audibly popped in. It clenched around him, tight and hot and wet, and Tim moaned filthily in anticipation of being balls deep, ofcarvinghis way into the little Robin on his lap and making himtakeit. He would enjoy it, and by God he would make Damian too.
"Mmnnguh," Damian slurred, and grasped at his shirt, clinging. His asshole slowly succumbed to the hot pressure being shoved inside, and Tim jerked his hips up once to force more of himself inside, punching a truly embarrassing sound out of him. "Uhn!"
The clutch of the channel was heaven as Timothy forcefully slid his way in- it was practically milking him as it spasmed around him in alarm at each precious centimeter he managed to stuff in. After what seemed like eternity, his heavy balls were snug against Damian's pert little ass.
"Holy shit," Tim swore, voice husky, and bucked up into that warmth again, yanking the teen in his lap down a bit at the same time and grinding as he groaned loudly at the noise that tore out of the younger's throat. He pried his hand off of Damian's hip- and damn, that was going to bruise- and smacked the reddened cheeks, chest vibrating just the tiniest bit with his low, satisfied sound when it reflexively tightened around him.
He did it again and again until his hands were stinging and Damian was gasping against his chest and keening brokenly, face as red as his bottom and the very tip of his straining dick. Tim pulled out near entirely and lifted the younger up high enough so that the head of himself was the only thing still sheathed within Damian's tightness. "Dealing with all of your bitchiness-" he said, and dropped Damian down at the same time he thrust upward, burying himself into the hilt in one smooth- of difficult to sink into- stroke, "-was fuckingworthit for thisass,god."
Damiansobbed,overwhelmed and twitching, and the bobbing prick between his legs suddenly felt hot, and as he was roughly bounced up and down in Tim's lap pressure built up and his tip throbbed with heat and arousal until semen burst out and exploded across both himself and the other vigilante.
Tim was taken totally off guard and heknewhe was going to cum too. "Holy fucking shit," He said breathlessly, and rapidly began to pump his hips up and down in despite of how Damian weakly protested and clawed at him. "I didn't think you were that much of awhoreto cum untouched,damn-"
With one last animalistic fuck upward into Damian, Tim came, groaning throughout the entire thing.
"Fuuuuck," He hissed when cum finally stopped pouring out of him, and flopped back in the chair. "I think you milked me dry, baby bat." An oily smile slid across Tim's face, and he settled his hands on Damian's thighs. "Such a good bitch for me."
Damian was still and lax in his lap, except for the occasional wheeze, and soon enough the warmth of his cum-stuffed hole started to fade. Tim slowly raised him up off his cock, and watched with avid interest as his seed began to seep out. The head stayed lodged in Damian's asshole for a moment, clutched in place by his rim, and when he finally got the right angle to fully slip out even more began to dribble slowly down the curve off his ass. He stood up and set Damian on the Batchair and took a moment to tuck himself back in his pants and zip them up before he approached the youngest Bat again.
Damian was still slumped in the chair as he caught his breath, and Tim felt his eyes crinkle up a little bit. He was pretty cute, after all, and he'd been especially good for their first anal session.
He reached down and mussed up his black hair, and when glazed eyes met his he let a genuine tilt to his lips take place. "Good fuck, Damian," Tim said, and on a quick impulse reached down and kissed his sweaty locks. "Go get cleaned up now, yeah? It'd be a bit awkward for anyone to walk on you like this." He nodded slowly, and satisfied with his response Tim turned away and sauntered towards the exit to the Batcave, almost jauntily waving as he ascended up the stairs.
"I'd hurry up if I were you," He called, and by the time the sound of his steps faded away it still echoed around the cave.
Damian waited until it finally died out and he was once again wholly left alone before he moved. No one but him in the cave.
There was no more echo, anymore, no ghost or remenant of Tim to linger, just like the rest of the times.
He sat up from the chair still stained with their cum, and absentmindedly made a mental note to fix that up before anyone else arrived.
With that, he turned around and did just as Tim told him to.
He headed for the showers.