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Every morning when the sun raised and the beams of light sneaked through the window, he woke up. It might have to be with his kryptonian physiology but feeling the warmth on his skin charge him with energy making it difficult for him to stay more than a few minutes in bed doing nothing. So he woke up, letting the sleeping beauty next to him rest a bit more. Damian always went to bed later than him, whether it was because he had a Robin night or because he was working on a case. This particular night was the first one he spent at their house after a whole week away in a case with Nightwing, so Jon wanted to let him sleep. After a quick shower, he went to the kitchen and started preparing some breakfast for when Damian woke up. It did not take long sadly, as his boyfriend was quite sensitive to outside noise. With the years he had gotten used to Jon moving around their bedroom, but any other sound outside of their doors was still registered as a possible thread in his brain.
“Good morning, D!” he smiled passing a cup of coffee.
“Hmf!” Damian was not a morning person and it usually took a while for him to wake up.
He took the cup in silence, drinking the warm liquid while Jon cleaned the dished. It did not take long for him to find arms enveloping his waist from behind and a nose rubbing in his neck.
“Oh, are you finally awake?”
“No,” Damian answered, letting himself smell the clean shampoo on his boyfriend’s hair.
“I missed you too.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Jon laughed and turned around to finally see Damian: his hair was a mess, there were some bags under his eyes and he was only wearing pyjama pants, but for the rest, he looked well rested. There was however a strange shine to his eyes that Jon had learned to identify after all these years, so it did not even surprise him when there was a hand buried in his hair and pushing him down for a kiss.
It had taken them a while to be physically intimate once they moved in together, but once that barrier was surpassed, they have become quite active in their sex life. After a whole week without no action, none of them wanted to pretend much for what they really wanted. So turning off the stove, Jon let his hand down Damian’s back while he deepened the kiss. His tongue grazed those tasty lips until he was granted access inside, letting him explore an already familiar place. Kissing Damian was always a wonderful experience, the way their mouth worked together against each other, their tongues dancing inside as if they meant to eat each other. His hands travelled down until he found a round terse cheek and pressed it against his skin, earning a low hum from his lover.
Using a bit of super strength he raised Damian up and left him sitting on the counter for better access. The boy opened his legs so that Jon could close the space that separated them and resumed their kissing. Damian let his right hand travel through the black lock of his hair, loving the way the curls intertwined in his fingers while he started to lift Jon’s shirt with the other, enjoying the sight of those toned abs under his hands. He felt another squeeze on his ass that pushed him even more against Jon’s body, their skins practically rubbing against each other.
“Jon,” he whispered finally getting rid of his shirt and licking the collarbone. A quick hand enveloped his chin and raised his head.
“Now, now, don’t think you are the only one who can have fun,” smiled Jon.
He lowered his head to first kiss lightly Damian’s ear, letting his tongue drag around the lobe slowly, feeling how the body underneath him started to twitch. It was amazing to see someone like Damian, so usually composed, turn into butter under his hands. He continued his path down until he reached the point where the neck meet the shoulder and sunk his mouth on the spot. His teeth grazed the tan skin while he sucked tasting the salt of sweat. He wanted to leave his mark there, for everyone to see and know Damian belong with him. But one was not enough, he continued to leave a trail of hickeys down his chest, lulled by the symphony of moans and noises.
Oh, what delicious music, to hear Damian trying to repress those sweet sounds while he enjoyed the taste of his skin, the brown tone turning slightly red under his tongue. It was a small game they played, how many noises could Jon take out of Damian, a difficult challenge at the beginning but he was becoming better little by little. When he finally reached the nipple, he circled the pink bud with the tip of his tongue circling it slowly. He felt it harden against him, perking with a gleam of his saliva, so he proceed to sink his whole mouth around it, sucking hard and feeling how Damian arched his back, his now raising erection brushing again his own.
Jon pulled back to look at his work, his eyes stopping at each red circle that decorated Damian’s body. Seeing as his boyfriend has stopped his ministrations, Damian enveloped his legs around his waist pressing that hot body against his, eager for more action.
“Jon, bed, now.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
In a second Damian fell on their bed, his pants already gone and an almost naked Jon over him. His hand brushed his clothed member, feeling the heat over the underwear. Using a bit of force, he turned to push Jon onto the bed and captured his lips in a heated kiss. He then started to go down, dragging his flat tongue against his skin until he reached the waistband. Damian mouthed the erection, letting his mouth cover it while his tongue wetted the fabric, winning a loud moan from Jon. Trying to hide his smug smile, he started to pull them down until Jon’s member was fully out in all his glory.
Kryptonian biology seemed to always lean on the big size and Jon was no different. It stood tall, not fully hard but already waking up after all the ministrations from before. The sight itself already make Damian lick his lips, remembering all the times he had that member in his mouth, how good its warmth felt inside him. Jon could barely resist his moan when Damian finally enveloped his tips in his lips, letting his velvety tongue drag slowly against the hot skin at a torturous pace. Because Damian always took his time to make Jon feel good, no matter how eager the super was already. He licked that long cock in a quick movement, his hand caressing his balls. Green eyes looked up acknowledging the look of pure desire Jon was giving him. With a small chuckle, he finally took it to his mouth.
The member was too long for him to capture in one go, but Damian already knew how to play with it. He first pushed half of it inside his mouth, sucking on it and letting his tongue twirl around the tip. After a few seconds, he started to push his head down, letting more and more of that cock on his throat. Jon rolled his eyes, feeling how the muscles started to envelop his dick, a delicious pressure against his skin that soon almost covered his whole member. And the sight, what a landscape was to see Damian kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock in a wonderful blowjob, his eyes focused on his member and cheeks inflated in a way he could almost see the contour of his dick. His hand caressed the short curly hair of his boyfriend and pushed lightly to encourage him to take more. Damian eyed him dangerously, grazing his teeth against his skin.
“Come on, baby,” Jon’s voice was dripping with lust. “I know you can take more than that, can’t you?”
Accepting the challenge, Damian introduced the full member to his mouth and gave a stern caress to his balls. Jon moaned, burying his hips in that perfect wetness, he could come just like that, riding Damian’s mouth. But he had spent a week without him, it would be a waste of his sperm to simply cum there, although he left the idea of a whole day inside that mouth for a future birthday. He pushed Damian away from his dick, not without certain effort as his lover seemed to want to suck him dry, and the little pop sound produced echoed in the room.
“If you wanted my milk so much you had only to ask, kitten,” he kissed Damian feeling his own taste in his mouth.
“Don’t be kinky,” frowned his lover, biting his lip.
“You like me kinky,” he played with the hem of Damian’s underwear, his leg rubbing the clear erection behind it.
“Shut up and pick the lube and condoms,” a wink and Jon already had a bottle in his hand, his other finally pulling his last piece of clothing down.
“Condoms?” Jon whined, kissing his neck while he squeezed some lube on his hand. “It has been a week, D, let’s do it without them.”
“Precisely because of that, you know how much you are going to -hmf!” whatever he was going to say went forgotten as Jon finally wrapped his dick covering it with lube. The cold feeling of the substance along with the subtle heat of his hand started to incite his member until it was fully erected.
“Don’t be like that,” Jon bit the lobe of his ear while he worked him with painfully slow strokes, letting his fingers caress the sensible skin. “I know you like the feeling of my seed inside you, bet it feels amazing, doesn’t it?”
“J-Jon, mmm,” Damian gasped feeling how Jon wrapped both in his hand and started to raise the rhythm of his strokes. How good it felt to have another warm member against him, his hips soon sharing the same beat while he lost himself in the pleasure.
“You were saying?” teased Jon at the same time he spread some lube on both of their tips.
“That if you want it bare,” Damian whispered in his ear. “Convince me.”
“Deal.”
With a wicked smile, Jon turned Damian around, his chest now facing the bed while his hips were elevated, a sudden cold caressing his hole. Jon wasted no time licking the place, feeling the warmth of the skin against his tongue. The body behind shuddered in excitement and Jon opened his mouth to cover the whole anus. His tongue started to probe on the border, little by little opening the door to that wonderful heat. The muscles were a bit tense at the beginning but Jon pressed his tongue constantly against them, letting his saliva lubricate the place while his tongue parted that entrance and his mouth sucked the place. Damian felt how his boyfriend was thoroughly eating him and felt how his body started to get more and more aroused. He was practically drooling at the feeling of Jon licking his ass open.
“You taste so good, D,” he whispered.
“Hng, you need to do it better than this, farm boy,” teased Damian.
Never be said that Damian did not know what he wanted. Not that it surprised Jon, Damian was usually quite demanding in their intimacy, not that he was complaining. If the boy asked, Jon would give him the world on a silver platter. His fingers finally travelled down, rounding those terse cheeks until he found what he was looking for. With the help of the lube, he pushed the first digit inside Damian, letting himself feel the heat inside. Slowly, he started to work the entrance open, the mix of saliva and lube making it easier for him to move. The muscles around it were still tight, so he started to leave butterfly kisses on Damian’s spine to relax him. His caresses started to work as he felt the body behind him soften a bit, allowing him to insert two fingers.
“Fuck,” cursed Damian at the intrusion.
“Are you going to let me do it without, baby?” Jon kept sucking little spots on his back to distract him.
“Shut up, Kent,” he turned to take his chin and force him down on a heated kiss. “Don’t think this simplistic ruse can take you to victory.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I know exactly what you need.”
A third finger pressed inside him at the same time Jon turned him and buried his mouth in his cock. Damian moaned loudly, the first big noise of the night, so Jon counted it as a success. Not waiting for this lover to recover, he kept working the three fingers opening him wide while searching for a special point while he took even more of his member. His tongue rolled around the shaft, tasting the sweat and hardness behind his lips. It was so warm and hard, with a bit of precum glistening on the top after so many arousing touches. A delicious treat for him that he planned to devour. After all, he knew Damian’s body perfectly, there were no mysteries on how to take him to the edge. His fingers finally brushed that sweet point while he pressed his head down to cover all of his member.
“Fuck!” screamed Damian, rolling his eyes at the pleasure. “Yes, Jon, you are so good,” his fingers scratched the scalp of his head, burying himself in that tight wet tunnel.
Jon frowned, knowing Damian was just pampering his eagerness to please him. Using a bit of super strength, he pushed his hip down while stopping both his fingers and his mouth, staring at his lover with a playful grin.
“I swear you’ll be the death of me,” Damian whined. “Come on, Jon,” he tried to move his hips without success. “Ugh, fine, but you better put that to good use right now or I promise you I will put kryptonite in your coffee.”
“As you wish my love.”
Damian felt his whole world turn as Jon placed him face down, raising his hips so that he could align himself better. The half-kryptonian teased his lover pressing only the tip of his member on that eager hole until a series of curses in Arabic told him he better hurry or he would probably find himself at the end side of a kryptonite knife. He finally pressed himself inside, letting his cock open the path to that sweet warmth. Jon did not even try to hide the loud moan that escaped his lips upon entering Damian. His body always felt so good to him, as if was created specifically for Jon and just for Jon. The walls around his member felt like liquid butter squeezing him inside with perfect pressure.
On his side, Damian was not complaining either. After so many times together he had gotten used to the huge size of his lover and actually enjoyed the little pain that came with being penetrated by such a member. The way Jon’s cock stretched his insides infused a mix of deep pleasure and slight itch, reaching places he never thought anyone could reach. Damian only felt fully complete like this, with Jon buried deep in his ass making himself comfortable in his body.
“Rao, D, I might just come on how tight you feel.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Kent,” he warned. “After all of this, the least you could do is give me a good fu-Agh!”
The powerful thrust he received on his end was a welcomed surprise, knowing quite well this meant what he had been waiting for since this morning. Encouraged by the response, Jon started to build a quick pace, letting his cock drag all the way inside Damian, feeling how his muscles wrapped him in a slick hug, and then pulling out slowly, enjoying how his boyfriend tried to keep his length inside. For Damian the sheer pressure of such a huge member inside him was raising his sense of pleasure, his dick already hard enough that it was leaking precum on the bed. Damian tried to keep control over his voice, but Jon was being so thorough that it was starting to become difficult. His cock was hitting him so well inside, dragging his whole length against his wall while creating sweet and delicious friction.
“Aaahh… mmmmmm… Jon,” he could barely say his name like a prayer.
“Feels good, baby?” said Jon between moans. “You feel amazing too, as if you were made just for me. You are all mine, mine, just mine.”
“All yours, J, I’m all yours.”
The bed creaked under them and the sound of their skins slapping against each other echoed through the room. Jon wanted this moment to last forever and just forget himself in the delicious fantasy that was Damian’s body. He let his hand caress his chest and raised him so he was now on his knees, his back touching Jon’s chest. His hand captured a nipple and started to twist it between his fingers right when his cock touched that special place, making Damian roll his eyes and push his hips against him even more.
“Yes! There, Jon, please, there!” he screamed.
“Right here?” Jon pressed his prostate again earning a loud moan from his lover. “Don’t worry I’m going to fuck you just like you want,” he whispered raising his pace.
“Mngh, yeah, f-faster,” commanded Damian.
Jon turned him so they were finally facing each other, staring at those unfocused green eyes so full of lust. A little string of drool was falling from his mouth and his usually sleek hair was an absolute mess of brown curls. Using his super strength, he raised his waist so that he could find the pace he wanted, practically impaling himself on Jon’s member. The super captured his lips in a heated kiss while his other hand travelled to his unattended dick, pumping it at the same beat as his cock.
“J-jon, I’m-I’m goint to…”
“Me too, D, let’s do it together,” he kissed again.
A final snap of his hips made them both reach climax with Damian spurting on his hands and between them, little drops of his cum reaching his chin. The orgasm made his body tense, taking Jon to the edge, who finally exploded inside him, letting his flow of seed fill him to the brim, the excess of sperm dripping over his end. He moaned feeling his boyfriend inseminate him imagining his walls all painted in that white. Jon kept his member inside for a few minutes while his flow continued, caressing the little budge in Damian’s stomach that indicated his place in him and gently rocking his hips. After a whole week, his balls were quite full and happy to empty themselves in that wonderful heat. He pressed a bit, still buried deep in his boyfriend, and felt his essence there and for a moment he wondered if he could just stay like that, joined to Damian forever.
“I forgot how much you come when we don’t have sex every day,” the sleepy voice of Damian woke him up from his dream and finally dragged his cock out, a small fountain of his seed automatically dripping out. “You better clean that up.”
“Always business before pleasure,” mocked Jon taking a wet towel to clean.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m quite happy with the pleasure I got,” Damian smirked.
“Happy to hear that.”
After cleaning up, Jon lay by his side. They still got breakfast to eat and a whole day in front of us. There were still issues to solve, problems to fix. But for now, they both preferred to cuddle in each other arms, in the warmth of their loved one.