Damian

by lilianaward2008

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It's just one kiss as a hello and then Tim makes himself perfectly comfortable on my lap with his back to me, thighs spread over mine and one arm wrapped up and around the back of my neck. He's still got his gloves on, and his mask, but his fingers are tangling in the short hair at the base of his skull. I know if I could see his eyes they'd be bright and slightly narrowed, matching that crooked smirk on his face as he pulls me down and into a kiss.

I let him, both of my arms hooked around his waist, at least for a little while. I enjoy nipping at his lips, and then the way he yields underneath the press of my tongue. Then I pull my mouth away from his, and murmur, "You going to deactivate those defenses on your suit, Timmy? Or am I electrocuting both of us?"

"Eager, Jason?" Tim asks, leather creaking as he tugs at my hair and his thighs squeeze down on either side of my legs.

I shift to slide my hands down the inside of his thighs, pulling a low, rumbling growl from the bottom of my chest. Tim shivers. "Just thinking about how wrecked I could get you before the others show up. I know how Dick loves to play second." I get a harder tug at my hair for that, and I grin as his breath catches. I know it's not even a little bit friendly. "Think how grateful he'd be to get here and find you already wet and open for him, Timmy. Maybe I could tie you down and shove one of your favorite toys up in you, just let you stew until they finish patrol."

Tim's free hand reaches back and grabs my side, and I can feel him swallow. "You'rein a mood," he comments.

I give a noncommittal hum, leaning in to mouth at the skin below his ear. "Doesn't mean I'm wrong," I whisper.

Tim gives a small laugh, rolling his hips up into thin air anddamnif the sight doesn't make me swallow too. "Nice thought, Jason, but they were only—" The door across the room opens, and Tim belatedly finishes, "A few minutes behind me." Another small laugh, and I grin over his shoulder at the two figures entering our safe house, pressing to push Tim's thighs a little bit wider. He can take it.

Dick is first, striding in like the whole world is a stage and all the lights are focused on him. He's still in Nightwing black and blue, and that helps with the air. Looks like it was an easy night; there aren't any rips or slices that I can see in the suit, and no scattered blood. Damian is just a step behind him, more confident and standing tall in his red and green Robin uniform, but obviously less interested in the spotlight since he lets Dick go first as he strips off his mask. It doesn't matter. My gaze focuses on Damian and stays there, and I can feel my grin slipping as he meets my eyes. I can see the way he swallows, the way he twitches in a shiver as Tim slides off of my lap to greet Dick with a long, deep,handsykiss.

Usually I'd be the first to stop and stare at that, but right now my attention's caught, and my 'mood' as Tim called it is rising to the forefront of my mind. Damian's still tall, still confident, but I can see that hunger starting to bloom in his eyes, and then his shoulders dip a bit in relaxation and his gaze lowers to the floor. It's submission, and acceptance, and all I needed to really confirm what I already knew was going to happen tonight. I've been in this mood all day, and usually if I'm in a mood like this than Damian is in the mood for the same thing. We tend to hit the need for this at about the same time, and these get-togethers only happen when all of our schedules happen to coincide. I don't play hard with Damian without Tim and Dick ready in case something goes wrong, so if I've been feeling this, then he's been feeling it too.

I can take him apart, but I can't always put him back together. Sometimes I even need to be put back together myself, and I don't trust very many people to do that. Dick, Tim, and Roy are the sum total of that list.

I get to my feet, pulling my gaze away from Damian and over to Dick. Dick is just barely letting go of Tim, hands sliding slowly along the curves of Tim's sides before pulling away. Damian closes the door as Dick turns to me, and before I even hear the click of the lock Dick's pressing himself up against me and pulling me into a kiss. His hands slide underneath my jacket, pushing along my armor as his tongue sweeps over my lower lip and then makes me chase it back into his own mouth. I grab a handful of Dick's hair, and behind him I can faintly hear Tim and Damian reuniting but my attention is caught by the gorgeous man letting me all but fuck his mouth. Dick's pretty much always up for just about anything, so long as it's not extreme. He's never interested in watching me with Damian, for one.

I know the violence of it gets to him, and that as much as he knows how good Damian feels afterward, he can't be in the same room when I'm doing my part of making him that way. It's too cruel for him; I understand that.

Dick gives a laugh into my mouth when I reach down with my free hand and grab his ass, dragging him up against me. I'm not totally expecting for him to give a small leap and wrap his legs around my waist, but I manage to take the weight with just a grunt of effort and a bit of frantic balancing. Dick's heavy, but I'm strong. I make it work. For the feeling of Dick's thighs around my waist, I'd make a whole lot of things work.

Eventually he pulls back a couple of inches, and his smile is bright and easy when he teases, "Missed you too, Jay."

I give him a crooked smile back, and then look over his shoulder to Tim and Damian. Dick drops down as I look, twisting in my arms to press his back against my chest and share my view. Tim has a hand wrapped around the back of Damian's neck, the other twisted into the cape at his shoulder. He's up on his toes, and even then Damian is leaning down a little bit to get their mouths on an even level. They're sharing a kiss that looks soft and slow, and Damian's hands are on either side of Tim's waist, supporting and balancing him. I press my mouth to Dick's neck as we wait for them to separate, and he gives a small, pleased sound and arches his back.

They finally do, with a lingering pause — I never see Damian look as gentle and calm as he does with Tim — and Damian straightens back up. He shot up like aweedjust a couple of years ago, and oh did that change a couple of dynamics. He's still obviously Talia's kid, and that makes him fuckinggorgeous, but Bruce is there too. He's tall now, just a fraction more than Dick but not to my level, and he's a lithe predator the same way that his mother is, with almost none of Bruce's broad shouldered, built to take a hit kind of build. But then there's that sharp intelligence in his eyes, and he occasionally looks frighteningly like Bruce when he chooses to really scowl. Of all of us, Damian can pull off Bruce's glare the best, and it's led to some seriously impressive father/son shouting matches.

Once Damian grew up, I stopped being able to easily tell people who the hottest person I'd ever met was. Before then it had always been Dick. Tim is pretty, and incredibly gorgeous, and Roy is his own special brand of amazing, but there was alwaysDick. At least until Damian grew into a copper-skinned, lithely muscled,tigerof a man, all of it enhanced by his long eyelashes, smooth skin, andstunningcrystal blue eyes. Bruce is there, butgodis Damian Talia's son and it shows through and through. It's in every inch of the curve of his waist, the arch of his neck, and every curled smirk that slides his mouth into something equally dangerous and alluring.

These days, my not-really-siblings occupy three distinct places in my mind. Dick ishot, Tim isbeautiful, and Damian isgorgeous.

It's especially gorgeous when Damian's gaze flicks to the floor before meeting my eyes. He looks at Dick next though, probably because Dick is still smiling and it's hard to resist Dick smiling. It probably especially catches his attention because Dick is pulling away from me and heading back to Tim. I click my tongue and instantly he refocuses on me, even as Tim drags Dick into a second kiss.

"Here," I order, keeping my voice quiet for now. Damian doesn't give any visible sign but I can see his eyes darken a little bit, and he heads for me without another word.

I let him come to stand right in front of me before I move, and then I grab a hard handful of his hair and pull him into a kiss. It's hard, more a collision of my teeth against his mouth, but I can feel him twitch. With Damian, that's the equivalent of a full on shudder. He'll be more responsive once I've gotten him out of his suit. It's enough for me right now, and I reach out with my other hand and curve it around his waist, yanking him in another couple of inches. I let a small snarl reverberate through my lips, letting loose a bit of the darkness in me, and I can feel Damian's breath catch.

I pull back, letting go of Damian's hair so I can grip the back of his neck instead as I meet his eyes. "Yeah?" I ask. His mouth parts just a touch, the pupils in his eyes expand out, and I give a small nod in response to the nonverbal signs. "Alright, you got it." I raise my gaze up to Tim and Dick, who are both watching, and tighten my grip on the back of Damian's neck. "He's mine tonight," I announce.

Dick gets that little uncomfortable edge to his body language, but then he relaxes and nods. "Damian?" he calls. I let Damian turn to meet Dick's gaze, and Dick's small smile. "Is this what you want, little prince?" Damian alwayshateshaving to admit his own desire, but he gives a small nod anyway. Dick relaxes a bit further. "Alright. Jay, if you need anything—"

"I'll come out," I finish. "Relax, Dickie, I'm not going to permanently break your little bird." Damian twitches again, and he's not facing me but I'm sure his mouth is doing that little parting thing too. By the way Tim smirks, I'm positive. So I give the two of them a crooked grin, and offer, "Have fun," before I turn around and pull Damian with me.

We have three rooms in this safe house, minus the bathroom and kitchen. The living room, which has soft carpet floors and enough couches and chairs to bring in as many guests as we want, and two bedrooms of equal size. They're almost identical, but we reworked one to be completely soundproof for pretty much this exact reason. Damian and I enjoy regular sex and play too, but once every couple of months we both feel the need to be intense and serious, and as much as Dick tries to pretend otherwise I know it bothers him to hear it. So we made a soundproof room. I can get as rough with Damian as I need to be, and no one else will be traumatized or worried about it.

I steer Damian towards the soundproofed room, and he's the one to open the door and slip in ahead of me. I close the door again — no lock, but that's for safety reasons — and then lean back against it, crossing my arms. Damian turns around, halfway between me and the foot of the bed and meeting my eyes again. I watch him for a few seconds, studying the wear and dirt on his uniform and doing the same basic scan as I did on Dick. No tears, no slices; easy night.

"Strip down," I order.

He does, folding each portion of his uniform and setting all of it in a neat pile on the ground at the bottom left corner of the bed. I watch each inch of his copper skin as it comes into view, studying the length of old and new scars and hunting for any injuries. I'm going to hurt Damian, but I don't want to hurt him unintentionally. Accidental pain is absolutely no fun. Nothing new catches my eye, bruise or otherwise, so I just watch Damian strip to nothing but his underwear, and then drop those to the floor too.

I stay against the door as he straightens up, all that skin on full display and his cock already just a bit hard, rising a touch from the nest of black curls around it.

"Knees," is my next order, and Damian obeys without the slightest bit of hesitation. He sinks down to his knees, legs spreading, back straight and maybe even just a bit arched. I let myself give a small smirk, and uncross my arms as I stare down at him. He looks right back at me, and I casually move to tug off my own gloves. "Is that how you obey your master, demon? You'remissingsome words. Earning punishment before I've even touched you, and that's not even a record for you is it?"

"Sir—"

"Master," I stress. "Try again."

I drop my gloves to the floor, and Damian swallows and gets out, "Yes,Master." His voice is dark with desire, and I take a glance down at his cock to see it more than a little hard now. No surprise.

I let the darkness building in me out to play, sinking into the right headspace to do exactly what Damian needs me to. WhatIneed to do.

"Pick them up," I murmur, holding his gaze. "Teeth, little demon. No hands."

His gaze drops to the floor, head bowing, and he breathes out, "Master," before starting to crawl forward. I watch him, taking in the shifting roll of his back. He almost flattens his chest to the floor to get my gloves between his teeth, and when he starts to straighten up again I let myself snarl.

"Stay," I snap. He freezes in place, head almost to the floor and his shoulders nearly pressed to it. I shift off of the door, circling around him once as I study his position. It's good, but he doesn't need to know that. His back is in a beautiful arch, ass held high. Allmine. I stop at his back and crouch down, balancing on my toes for a moment before shifting forward a bit and reaching between his legs. He barely even twitches when I grab his cock, and I smirk as I squeeze him once. Harder than Dick or Tim would dare, but I know our youngest can take it.

He shivers a tiny bit, and I let go of him to slide my hand up, past his balls to splay over one cheek of his ass. I press my thumb down between his cheeks, to the circle of clenched muscle there. It's the second of warning that lets me feel comfortable with shoving my thumb into him without the presence of lube. I can hear him draw in a sharp breath past the leather of my gloves, and I can feel his muscles clenching around my thumb as I shift it, holding it just about an inch in him. It's rough, and the friction is uncomfortable even for me, but I press my thumb as deeply into him as possible anyway.

I pull it out of him with a quick jerk, and I can see him flinch from that, see him clench down. His skin's tinted just a bit red where I've abused it, and my mouth curls into a grin as I rock back to my heels and then to standing.

"Let's see what kind of toys are still in here," I comment, leaving him on the floor as I head to the chest to the left of the bed. It's the bed that takes up the most room in here, but the chest is pretty damn big. It's also mine; neither Dick nor Tim have the stomach to play with half of what's in here. They've got a smaller chest next to it with the more friendly toys.

I flip open the chest and take a glance through it. Right away I reach down for the buckling cock ring hooked to one of the walls; that's important. I let myself grin at the chain leash attached to it, swinging it to rest over my shoulder as I go back into the chest. Then I grab the bottle of alcohol from down in the corner and a few of the stacked cloths, carrying those over to the night stand. I pull my knife from its sheath on my thigh, setting it down on top of the cloths. I might not use it, but it's a good way to set the stage and sometimes Damian needs that extra push. There's nothing like the feeling of a knife on your skin.

I return to the chest, and then I grab a few of my more common implements and carry them over to the foot of the bed. A thick-strand rubber flogger, a lighter braided flogger for warm-up — using that rubber one first is too much foranyone— a yew cane that I might not use either, and a couple of varying intensity rubber paddles. Those will be the basics. Now I can get into specialty, to decide what exactly I want to do to Damian tonight.

I consider what's in the chest, take a glance over at him — still kneeling, face almost on the floor and back arched up to his ass — and then reach down and grab a few more things. I slip the two smaller items into the pockets of my jacket, but let the steel collar hang from my fingers as I lean down and grab themostimportant item. The bottle of lube.

These are just games, and Iwon'thurt Damian like that.

I set the lube on the corner of the bed, next to my instruments, before I circle around to stand in front of Damian again. He doesn't even twitch, so I kneel down in front of him and grab his hair, dragging his head up.Thenhe meets my gaze, and I can see him bite down on the gloves a little harder as he spots the collar in my hand. I click it open, pulling the keys from inside the lock before I maneuver it around his neck with my free hand. He shudders as I close it around his throat, the lock clicking shut with a defining snap of metal. He could pick it with the right kind of tool but other than that this collar isn't coming off to anything but some serious power tools or the keys in my hand. Which I shake once, right in front of his eyes, and then tuck away inside of my pocket. Right next to the next thing in my tools which, even though Damian's gaze lingers for a second on the steel chain draped over my shoulder, has nothing to do with his cock.

I take a glance at the clock hung on the wall above the bed, reading the digital display and making note of the time before I pull the clamps out of my pocket. Damian's breath audibly catches, and I smirk and toss those over my shoulder to join the weight of the cock ring and it's chain. The way the steel chain connecting the two clamps clatters against the thicker one of the ring is music to my ears. I tug sharply at his hair, forcing him to curl his head to one side and bare his throat.

"Not yet, demon." I bare my teeth down at him for a second, and then order, "Let go of the gloves." He does, his jaw loosening to let them drop to the floor. I pick them up with one hand as I grab his chin with the other, squeezing hard for a moment. "Tell me your safe word, Damian."

Damian blinks, and then leans into the touch of my hand and whispers, "Jason." I shiver just a little bit at his chosen safe word. At thecrazyinformation that Damian never plans on calling me by my first name, and only ever will if I cross lines that I shouldn't.

"And you'll use it when?"

"If I need to stop," he answers instantly, "for any reason."

I give a small nod, and loosen my grip on his chin just a little bit. "And if you call it, I'll…?"

He swallows. "Stop. Get me loose. Fix whatever's happened and see if I can keep going."

"Good," I praise, and lean forward to pull him into a single soft kiss. Then I tuck the gloves away, and let go just a fraction of a second before I stand. I push my right boot underneath his face, and sharpen my voice to tell him to, "Lick it clean, al Ghul."

Damian shudders, but then breathes another, "Master," and bends down to the task.

It satisfies a dark part of me — the part that I'm letting loose — to lift my other foot and step down between his shoulder blades, grinding the treads of it into his back as I pin him to the floor. "Not aspeck," I growl down at him. "You know better, don't you, little demon?"

"Yes, Master," Damian whispers, and I snort.

"We'll see. I remember plenty of times you've disappointed me before. I think youlikebeing punished, demon, for how often youscrew up." I catch the quiver of Damian's thighs, and let my mouth curl into a sharp grin. I press down a little harder on his back. "Gets you hard for me, doesn't it? Being at my feet, underneath my boot. You like beingused. No one's ever had the guts to do it before me, not to thelittle prince. None of them ever knew how easily they could get you to kneel. Just need a few strong words and something tobeatyou with and you drop right down. Little demon likes to bepunished."

Damian shivers as he presses a small kiss to the toe of my boot, pressing his forehead to the floor. I shift my foot back a couple of inches, admiring the black shine before I swap my feet. I step around to his other side so I can press my newly cleaned boot between his shoulders, and edge my other right in front of him.

"The other one," I remind him, and his head rises a couple of inches so he can stretch his neck out and work on my other boot. I laugh, tilting my head back towards the ceiling for a moment as I let the dark impulses sing through me. "Heir to the demon, hm? You're not anything more than a blood soaked little boy, Damian. Just a tool for all your life. First they used you to kill, then to hurt, and now here you are inmyhands. You just don't feel right unless someone's around that's strong enough to take you down, and Ican, little demon. I'mgoing to. I'm going to hurt you, I'm going tobreakyou, and I'm going to fuck you hard enough to make you scream. Bruise you up so badly you won't be able to walk in the morning. You'd beg me for every inch of it, wouldn't you, little demon?"

A harder shiver, and Damian doesn't look up as he answers. "Yes, Master."

I grin down at him, flexing my hands and imagining all the ways I can make him cry. "Maybe I'll make you," I murmur, just to watch him twitch and try and draw in a deep breath underneath my boot. I shove it right back out of him with a hard press down. "I could get used to you begging me, al Ghul."

Damian's mouth presses a kiss to the toe of this boot as well, and then his forehead touches the ground again. I draw my foot out from in front of him, resting more weight on his back as I twist the ankle of my other shoe to take a look at it. Damian shudders when I wait to actually tell him anything, and that's when I shove off of his back and get both of my feet back underneath me. He stays down.

"Good enough," I grant. "High kneel three feet away from the foot of the bed, demon. Arms behind your head, and I don't need totellyou to spread your legs, do I?"

"No, Master." Damian moves, shifting back up to his hands before he turns and crawls towards the bed. I follow him, stepping around to the side as he draws himself up onto his knees. His back is straight, and the muscles in his arms bunch as he drags them up behind his head, wrists crossing at the back of his neck. His knees shift apart, spreading wide enough that I shouldn't have any trouble reaching anything I want to. His head is raised, chin held high, but his gaze is fixed on the floor.

I position myself right in front of him, grabbing the two chains — and their attached toys — hanging over my shoulder and dropping them off to the side on the bed behind me, right next to the rest of the tools I've pulled out. Damian's gaze flicks that direction for just a moment, and then his eyes flutter closed and he drags in a deep, strained breath. I smirk as I reach into the pocket of my jacket that still has a toy, pulling it out and holding it low so he can see it, twisting it between my fingers. He freezes up for that one, and then gives a small moan and bows his head about two inches. The stainless steel doesn't look like that much, but it's one of my favorite things in that chest. Two rings to hold it in place, and a decently long, hollow shaft to go right inside his cock and stretch him out. He makes some of his best noises when I've got that particular hole filled, and with it being hollow I don't even have to take it out of him until we're completely done.

"When was the last time you got sounded, little demon?" I ask, as I set the steel to the side. I pull the keys to the collar out of my jacket pocket and swap them down to my pants, before I shrug my jacket off and toss it to the side.

"Last week, Master," he admits, and I can see him shift his weight on his knees a bit. See his cock twitch, probably at the memory.

I reach forward and grab his chin, digging my fingers into his skin as I drag his head back up. "Who was it?" I ask.

He shivers, swallows, and briefly meets my eyes. "Me, Master," he whispers.

I stare for a second, and then laugh. "Hungry littleslut," I mock, yanking his head a little higher. "You get off to just that, al Ghul, or did you fuck yourself too?" Damian flushes, the red of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks as his mouth parts a little bit. "Say it," I demand. "Tell me you got off to metal in your cock with something up your ass, little demon. Tell me what you used, how you did it. Tell me how much youlovedit."

"I— I was here, Master. I usedthat," his gaze flicks towards the steel, "and the— thebigdildo. I attached it to the headboard and fucked myself on it, Master. I had to prepare first but I waited, didn't let myself come until it was in me." He squirms a little bit, hands closing around their opposite wrists. "I loved it, Master," he breathes. "It was so much better than just my hand."

I loosen my grip a bit, sliding my hand across his cheek. "You usedmytoys without my permission?" I ask, my voice lowering to be a dangerous snarl. Damian freezes, his eyes widening. A grin curves my mouth, baring my teeth. "Oh, you shouldn't have done that, Damian. I might use them on you, but what's in that chest ismine, and you don't get to play with it without me here. That's going tohurt, little demon."

I let go of him, grabbing the steel insert off of the bed and then the lube.

"Bend back," I order, "hands on the floor." Damian does it, and even with that danger swimming at the front of my mind I take a second to admire the curve of his torso as he arches back until he can press his hands to the floor, his head dropped back between his arms. It puts the entirety of his front on display, muscle arched and held for me. I sink down to a crouch between him and the bed, and then twist the top off the bottle of lube and drip some down onto the toy in my hand. I set the lube down again, and make sure to spread the lube all along the insert until it's slick and slippery to the touch.

Then I grab his cock with my free hand, pulling it a bit towards me as I hold the toy up above it. Damian gasps when I start to press it down into him, and a thick shudder shakes his thighs hard enough that I have to pause for a moment. He doesn't say anything though, so I push the toy down into and over him. One ring is hooked securely around about the middle of his cock, and the other circles snugly right underneath his head. I've always liked how the steel shines against his skin, especially the bulb resting at his tip. I've considered pouring things down through its hollow center, but ultimately decided that was a bad idea. I'll have to ask an actual doctor at some point what could happen, and what might be safe to do.

"How many times did you get off?" I ask, as I slide my hand up his side to wipe it off. I reach for the cock ring next, and the chain attached jingles as I pick it up.

"Twice," Damian gasps, and then adds on a belated, "Master."

I buckle the strap around the base of him, pulling it tight enough to make sure that hewon'tbe coming until I'm good and ready for him to. I give one hard yank to the chain once it's done, and Damian yelps but doesn't actually move beyond a small flinch. I get back to my feet, the loop of the leash held in my hand.

"Up," I demand. He shoves off of his hands, and the muscles of his stomach clench tight as he draws himself back up to his high kneel. His arms come back up behind his head, and he's still flushed but it's more desire now and less embarrassment. "You owe me two then," I tell him, giving a small tug at the leash. His hips rock up, following the movement to stop the pull. "You used my toys, so I'm going to use you as mine, little demon." His breath catches, and I reach forward and grab his jaw with my free hand, sweeping my thumb across his lower lip. "Onechoice, Damian. On you, or in you?"

He jerks a bit, and the question flutters his eyes closed again. "I—"

I shove my thumb into his mouth, holding his jaw open. "No, nevermind. You haven't been good enough to decide that,demon. You'll take what I give you." I pry his mouth open a little further, sliding my thumb in and over his tongue. "I think I'll come right over this pretty face of yours, so everyone can see what a slut you are for me. Punish you after that, for everything you've donewrong, and then decide if I'm in the mood to fuck you yet. You don't get one fucking word in it, little demon, not afterthatadmission."

Damian shudders, and then his tongue presses up against my thumb and he leans forward a touch. I give a laugh, but let him stroke my thumb with his tongue, let him plead without words.

"Eager to get started?" I mock. "If you'rethateager, how about you fuck yourself open for me, little demon?" His gaze snaps upwards, towards me, and I meet the slightly startled look with a smirk. "Grab that bottle of lube, get it on your fingers, andfuckyourself, al Ghul. Get yourself nice and slick and open, since you seem so damnhungryalready." Damian gives a small whine past my thumb, and with my other hand I shove him down until he's resting on his toes. Then I let go of his jaw, pulling my thumb from his mouth as I drop both hands to my belt and unbuckle it.

He shivers, but slowly lowers his hands from behind his neck and reaches for the bottle of lube. It's not far from his left knee, and I pull the zipper to my pants down as he gets some of the lube in the fingers of his right hand. I wait until he's set the lube down again and reached back behind himself. His mouth parts a touch, his neck arches, and I drink in both sights before I grab a handful of his hair and drag him forward. He gasps once, as I pull him between my legs, but then his shoulder rolls and that gasp turns into a small moan. I give a small tug on the leash still in my hand, just to hear him give a second moan.

"Other hand behind your back," I correct, and Damian obeys. It brings both of his shoulders back, arches his chest forward a little bit and I lower my free hand to toy with one of the flat, dusky circles of a nipple. It almost instantly pebbles underneath my touch, and he hisses when I pinch it between my nails. Hisses, but doesn't move away. "I was thinking of piercing these," I comment, tugging at it one more time before I move to the other. "Little rings I could hook things to, or just bars to play with." Damian shudders and gives another soft whine, and I'm sure part of it is the continuous roll of his shoulder but not all of it. "You'd love it, wouldn't you, little demon? They'd be sensitive; I bet I could get you hard and desperate just by tugging and playing with them. Maybe I should make you wear little dangling pieces of jewelry from them with my initials, like little tags.Propertyof Jason Todd."

He jerks a bit, but the next sound to come out of his mouth is a thick moan and I can see his hips roll forward. I pinch the other nipple, tug on it a bit, and then lower my hand away from him. I lift my hips to pull my boxers down a bit, until I can pull my cock free. Damian's gaze rests on it, and then he gives a small twitch of restrained motion and a wordless, pleading sound.

I loop the handle of the leash around my wrist, and then raise that hand up to curl through Damian's hair while I lower my other to wrap around my own cock. "Want me in you that much, demon? Why don't youbegme to let you taste this and maybe I'll consider using your mouth instead of my own hand. Won't be as efficient, but you're decent enough at sucking cock, maybe it'll be worth it."

For a second I think Damian is going to refuse, but then he lifts his head up against my hand, gaze simultaneously lowering to the floor. "Please, Master. Please let me taste you."

"Not good enough, little demon." I tug at his hair, and snap, "Lookat me. Look me in the eyes and beg me to fuck your mouth. Or is that the line yourpridewon't let you cross?" I give a rough laugh, yanking at his hair as he meets my gaze. "Fingers in your own ass, cock stuffed full and bound by a strapI'mholding the leash to, collar around your throat, but you can't work up the guts tobegso I'll give you what you want? Make mebelieveit, al Ghul."

Damian shivers, and then he's trembling a little bit. His gaze stays locked with mine, and his shoulder keeps moving, but there's a faint shakiness to all of it. "Please," he gasps. "Please, Master. I want you in me,takingme.Pleaseuse me, Master. Please just let me taste you; I just want to please you."

I snort. "Got the feeling at least. Come on, little demon. Tell me you want me tofuckyour mouth and come all over your pretty face.Do it; last chance,"

I watch Damian's eyes widen a little bit, and then the flush spreads to almost his entire face. "Please, Master." It comes out a whisper. "Master, please." His breath catches. "Please— Please fuck my mouth, and," another hitch, a harder tremble, "please come on my face when you're done, Master." The words are slow and halting, only whispered, but I smirk and slide my hand down around the back of his head.

"Nowthat'sa little better, Damian. Granted." I pull him forward and down, angling my cock with my other hand so I can press the tip of it to his lips. I pull him down as I rock my hips up, and Damian slides smoothly down the entire expanse of my cock. I bite back a swear, clenching my hand in his hair and feeling my cock nudge the back of his throat, feel the slight flicker of a testing tongue. I rock sharply up into his mouth, and he gives a small moan around my cock that forces a muttered, "Fuck," between my teeth.

I wrap my other hand in his hair too, and then drag him up almost all the way before pushing him back down. He slides smoothly, not even a hint of teeth, and I grin down at the top of his head. His eyes are closed, but from this angle I can see down the lines of his back to the twisting roll of his fingers, and that's more than enough to keep me occupied. It looks like he's up to two of them.

I work my hands and my hips in sync, rolling my hips up as I pull him down to drive as far into his throat as possible, before pulling him off again. Damian takes it like a fucking dream, still with that persistent tremble but he doesn't gag or pull away even once. Not even as I get rougher. It makes me laugh to myself, tightening my grip in his hair so I canyankhim up each time. I only laugh harder when Damian gives me a muffled moan for that, his eyes squeezing shut a little tighter.

"All those genes making you what you are, andthisis what you're best at." I flick my gaze down his back, watching the roll of his fingers for a few seconds. "Little al Ghul,heirto the Bat and the Demon, and here you are with my cock down your throat.Beggingfor it, you little hungry slut. Can't even pretend that you're not desperate for someone to use you. I could doanythingto you and you'd love it." I snarl down at him, feeling my orgasm building at the base of my spine. "What a filthy, pathetic, desperate,little prince." I punctuate each word with a snapped thrust into his mouth, but it's the shudder and the slightly choked moan that drive me forward.

I yank him off of my cock, letting go with my right hand so I can wrap it around my cock and jerk myself off.

"Open your mouth," I demand, and Damian's face contorts into a pained grimace but he does it, his mouth falling open. I give him a small tug of hair as something like a reward, watching his face and the roll of his shoulder as I roughly work myself those last few inches. Then I let go with a wordless shout, and Damian gives just a tiny flinch when my release streaks across his face. His eyes are closed, but some of it does land in his open mouth, and I see his tongue flicker underneath the impact.

I make sure I'm totally done, and then pull him down a couple inches so I can wipe the tip of my cock off along a clean stretch of his left cheek. I keep hold of his hair as I tuck myself back away one handed, buckling my belt back up before I return my attention to him. I enjoy the dark satisfaction of seeing his face marked with my come, but then reach forward and wipe away a glob low on his right eyebrow with my thumb that's threatening to drip down into his eye.

"Swallow," I murmur, and his mouth closes for a second as he does. Then I swipe my thumb across his lower lip, leaving the glob there. "Look at me, little demon." I keep my voice quiet, and I can hear Damian's breath hitch. His eyes open, and I take a second to study the dampness to them, the shine of tears that haven't quite escaped. "Lick that off and swallow it too," is my order. He does. "How does that feel?" I ask, stroking the fingers of my free hand down his throat to loop underneath his collar.

Damian's breath hitches more noticeably, and then he drags in a breath that shakes. "Deserved," is his answer, his voice rough and just a few steps from breaking. I know that tone. "Master,please. I need—"

"To be punished," I finish, and Damian gives a soft cry.

"Yes," he begs. "Please, Master.Please." The tears break free, sliding down his cheeks, and I let go of his collar and stroke my fingers back up his throat to just beneath his jaw.

"Hush, little demon," I whisper. "You know you can trust me to make sure you pay for what you've done. You can pull your fingers out now, that's enough." He gives another little cry, and I hold his gaze as his shoulder rolls forward again, and then his arms are wrapping around his chest, clinging tight. I make a soft hushing noise, tilting his chin up a little bit. "What are you, Damian? Tell me,what are you?"

He shudders, gaze fixed on mine, and then breathes out, "Yours."