Once a Robin

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ship: Bruce Wayne/all the Robins
words: 2.3k
content: m!steph, gangbang, dubcon

Normally, Bruce didn't think of Robin, any Robin, as stronger than him. Maybe Jason nowadays, but not back then. But with a small army of Robins past and present pinning him down, it was starting to sink in there wasn't much he could do to resist. 

"Why? Well, it occurred to us that Spoiler and Signal never get the Robin recognition they deserve," Nightwing was saying, waving one of his escrima sticks around as he talked, like they were having a casual discussion about the weather. "And with Spoiler's new… condition, thought we'd do a little bonding exercise."

Nightwing said something else, but Bruce couldn't grasp what it was because at that moment Spoiler had pushed in past his rim, her breath damp and hot in his ear. 

"Bruce, you can't even imagine how much you belong in this position," she moaned to loud assent and cheering from the other Robins.

Ten minutes ago, Bruce had still been at a gala, thanking Gotham's brave vigilantes for saving his life and the lives of all those attending, expressing eternal gratitude on behalf of everyone present, and as an aside for the benefit of the cameras, joking about whether their little party really merited so many heroes. Then he was whisked away, with great flourish and assurances about needing to get him checked for injuries.

Bruce had thought they needed to discuss something important, perhaps requiring the immediate presence of Batman elsewhere, or possibly related to Spoiler's sudden anatomy reconfiguration and a way to reverse it.

Instead they were up on this balcony of a foreclosed penthouse with a good view of one of Ivy's rooftop gardens, and his pants were around his ankles, Red Robin was using his smoking jacket as a fashion accessory, and Spoiler was panting with her nose buried in his hair, asking the others if anal always felt so tight.

Before anyone could answer, she convulsed, groaning, and bit him painfully through his shirt, the motion of her hips faltering to an insistent press up into his sore asshole.

"Fuck," she cursed, pushing herself up to look around at the others. "Fuck."

Everyone except Robin laughed, and Nightwing said, "To answer your question, yeah, pretty much."

"I swear," said Spoiler, pointing at them accusingly, "if any of you so much as think of reversing the effects of that potion, I will beat you into bloody pulp." Pulling out, she added, "I'm going to fuck so many idiot middle aged men, you wouldn't even believe."

She zipped back up and patted Signal on the shoulder, taking his place restraining Bruce's left arm. "Your turn, Robin."

"Thanks, Robin!" he said, moving behind Bruce with a pep in his step.

"I would like to once again remind you all that I didn't consent to this," Bruce ground out as he tested Spoiler's hold on him. No give. "And you all better stop while you're ahead."

"Yeah, yeah," said Red Hood, and put more pressure on his right shoulder, so that Bruce's arm started to go tingly. "We heard you the first three times."

"I gotta say, I'm pretty excited," said Signal from behind Bruce, hands on his hips and running his cock up and down the length of Bruce's crack. "I've never had sloppy seconds before."

"Imagine how excited I am for," said Nightwing, hopping off the balcony railing and doing a quick headcount as he approached, "uh, sloppy sixths. Don't get that opportunity every day."

Signal pushed in and groaned in satisfaction as Spoiler whooped softly, eyes riveted to Bruce's backside.

"Who says you get to go last?"

Nightwing sighed. "Hood, if you want to go last, power to you. I've never had sloppy fifths before either."

Groaning again, Signal fucked Bruce leisurely, smoothly. "Are we taking our time with this or trying to wrap it up quickly?"

"Up to you," said Red Robin from somewhere behind where he and Robin were holding Bruce's shins tightly. "Robin's never fucked anyone before either, so he's probably gonna go as fast as Spoiler. The rest of us don't really have anyone to show off for."

"Just don't keep us here all night," added Robin very quietly. How had the others even put him up to this? Of everyone, he seemed the least enthusiastic, and while he was irritated and indignant with the others, Bruce was worried about his youngest. He was just sixteen, for crying out loud. They didn't really expect him to go through with something like this, did they?

"I got you, Robin," said Signal and picked up the pace, gabbing handfuls of Bruce's glutes and gripping tightly. Bruce groaned in discomfort, for which Duke only picked up the pace. "Gotta say," he added, huffing, "still pretty tight. Thought he would be looser after the first round."

There was a little snickering from those watching, but they stayed hushed, and looking around as much as he could, Bruce could see they were all watching intently. Using the opportunity, he heaved himself up off the patio rug.

Or, he tried to. 

Red Hood immediately leaned so much into his shoulder, Bruce almost dislocated his arm with the effort, and the others weren't half as distracted as they seemed. With one last groan, Signal seemed to come, slowing back down to deep, leisurely thrusts.

"Oof," he said, pulling out of Bruce with an affectionate pat to his ass, "I hope it doesn't say something about me that I came right as he tried to escape."

"I think it's a little too late for that," said Spoiler, reaching over to high five him.

"Okay, your turn, Baby Robin," said Signal, standing and moving to take Robin's post.

Bruce's stomach clenched as he felt Robin rise and move to stand behind him. He was just about to say something, anything to reassure his son and give him and out when Nightwing spoke up first.

"You know you don't have to if you don't want to, Robin."

"Who says I don't want to?"

"C'mon, kid, you've been quiet all evening," said Red Hood.

"Hey, leave him alone," spoke up Spoiler and shoved Red Hood's shoulder with enough force to shift the large man off balance, which got everyone's attention. "He's just nervous." 

Red Hood quickly repositioned himself before Bruce could take advantage. "That's what Nightwing's saying, he doesn't have to do this."

"Shut up, Hood," said Robin, sounding even more grumpy. "Just… don't look."

Everyone that Bruce could see immediately averted their gaze. After another pause, there came the sound of shifting fabric and a fly unzipping.

"Robin," said Bruce, "I really don't want you doing something you'll regret for the rest of your life."

"Shhhh," hissed Spoiler, still looking out at the city.

Robin didn't reply, but the tip of his cock pressed to Bruce's slick hole, immediately thrusting past it. Bruce could feel Robin pull back and line himself up with his fist. He pushed again, sliding in, and halting before making it all the way in, gasping slightly. 

After a few moments, he pushed forward again until his uniform pressed firmly to Bruce's backside. He held still, panting, then choking out a small high-pitched moan. Clearing his throat, he tried to grunt more lowly, and started moving his hips, erratically and quickly, making a lot of noise as the come leaking out of Bruce squelched between their bodies and dripped down to their balls. Everyone remained silent, not shifting a single muscle as the ball-slapping died off as suddenly as it started and Robin collapsed across Bruce's back with a high cry, panting through his teeth. When Robin's breath finally started to even out, which took longer than his thrusting had lasted, Spoiler cautiously lifted one hand and reached back without looking.

Robin high-fived her tiredly and pulled out, fumbling with his costume.

"I'm done," Robin mumbled quietly, still rooted to the spot.

Red Hood immediately turned around and clapped him on the shoulder, and Bruce heard Robin stumble under the pressure. Everyone whooped and offered their congratulations.

"Yeah, whatever," said Robin, sounding pleased. "Who's next?"

He shuffled off to switch places with Red Robin, and Bruce, still shell-shocked from the experience, heard Signal clapping him on the shoulder, offering one last heartfelt and quiet commendation. 

"Now that's one messy hole," commented Tim, unzipping. "Bet it's starting to get pretty loose too."

"I honestly think it should stay loose," said Spoiler, shifting her weight. "We should make this a regular thing. How's 7 o'clock sound? Quick warm-up before patrol."

Red Hood snickered. "Our costumes will get so skanky."

"Skunky, even," added Nightwing.

"All musk, all the time," agreed Signal.

Spoiler shrugged. "All to help us intimidate or foes better. Hey, so how's sloppy fourths treating you?"

Red Robin had pushed in and was fucking Bruce leisurely, hands on the small of his back and leaning all his weight into them. "Like throwing a hotdog down a hallway."

Robin burst out laughing harder than anyone, though the joke went down great with the whole group to Bruce's neverending chagrin. You think you're doing a great job raising your kids and then they go and turn out like this. Red Robin waited until everyone had finished chuckling before continuing. "No, it's great. Nice and smooth. Tight and hot. I'm with Spoiler on this one; we could totally make this a regular thing."

Grunting softly, Red Robin shifted gears and shifted his weight down harder on Bruce's back, picking up the pace. The sound of his balls slapping echoed between the Robins as they all watched hungrily, Nightwing palming himself loosely through his costume.

Red Robin didn't take long, burying himself in deep and staying there as he breathed deeply with great satisfaction. Finally groaning, he pulled out. "Yeah, it seems weird to really try to drag things out when everyone's standing around waiting."

"Right? I kinda thought I'd take my time," said Signal, "but like. People got places to be."

"My turn!" said Nightwing and playfully bumped Red Robin out of the way, who shoved him back in turn and a small scuffle broke out behind Bruce, with the others yelling encouragement. Finally, Red Robin broke off with a laugh and walked off, still trying to get his costume to zip up.

"Unbelievable," said Nightwing, making short work of pushing into Bruce. "No respect for your elders."

"You know, I vaguely remember there was once this other guy I was Robin for," Robin piped up. "Rick Mason? Nick Hayson? Maybe we could all fuck him next."

"Oh, yeah!" said Signal. "I know that guy! Great ass."

Nightwing jerked harder up into Bruce as someone, likely Signal, slapped him on the ass.

"I hear we wouldn't even have to go very far," added Spoiler. "We could do it tonight!"

"Hilarious, guys," said Nightwing, "I don't think he's had his monthly crack-waxing, though. Come back next week."

The others broke out into whoops and catcalls.

"God, he's really sloppy now, huh?" Nightwing continued, and the others agreed in a variety of grunting and "Uh-huh." All around the patio echoed the rude and messy noises of churning come and wet farts, filling in the space between Nightwing's neat rhythmic thrusting. "Hood, you wanna see if he's loose enough to take two?"

"Hell yeah. Red Robin, hold my purse."

And to much cheering all around, as Red Robin relieved Red Hood's vigil over Bruce's right shoulder, the Hood stood and moved to join Nightwing.

"I don't think this is a good idea," said Bruce, his guts working themselves into knots.

"You're wrong, it's the best idea of the night," said Spoiler, pressing him down into the ground more tightly as Nightwing paused his motions and leaned forward, his dick pulling up uncomfortably inside Bruce. With a bit of cursing and shoving each other, he and Red Hood rearranged their limbs and had Robin and Signal help them lift Bruce's hips off the ground for better access.

When Red Hood finally pushed in alongside his brother, Bruce thought he'd lose his vision from the sudden overload on his senses. He choked, trying to lurch away from the massive intrusion, but was held soundly back by the other Robins, who all hollered in victory.

Nightwing and the Hood's motions were awkward, hardly rhythmic, but they made up for it with sheer force, ramming into him hard and fast and leaving him breathless and sore.

Gasping and clutching at Bruce's sides with soft murmurs of coordination, "Are you?" "Yeah, I'm." "Me too." "Say when." "Yeah, wait." "Okay." "Okay," they came together, shuddering so hard, Bruce felt like they would shake them apart.

Around them, all the other Robins let go of their prey and broke into applause.

As Bruce tried to recollect his mind from wherever it had run off at the shock, the others slowly got to their feet, clapping each other on the back, helping Nightwing and Red Hood stand.

""You guys know he got hard, right?" asked Signal.

"Oh, is he hard?" Spoiler asked, laughing and bending over for a look under Bruce's hips. "That's hilarious. Great job, everyone!"

"Here," said Red Hood, and Bruce saw a few fivers float down in front of his face. "In case you're too sore to walk home and need a cab."

Red Robin added another twenty to the cash. "And maybe buy yourself something nice. I think you've earned it."

Then, laughing and making plans for the rest of the night, they were off, leaving behind only the soft hiss of six grapple lines shooting off in unison.

But He Will Be

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ship: Tim Drake/Kon El
words: 1.1k
content: cheating, seduction, somnophilia

Tim opened his eyes. 

Jon was out like a light on the other side of the bed. 

Then who was touching him? Who was—?

Tim gasped, registering how hard he was, how cold his legs were without the covers or his pajama pants, and how hot the cock pushing between his ass-cheeks was. Mouth covered by someone's strong hand, he looked over his shoulder. 

Kon watched him intensely, rolling his hips so that his cock pushed against Tim's tightly clenched rim, still slick with lube from when Jon had fucked him earlier. "Say you don't want it, and I'll let you go."

The hand around his mouth had barely let go when Tim blurted out. "Oh god, please fuck me."

Kon didn't need any further encouragement. Next thing Tim knew, he was being rolled from his side onto his stomach and penetrated, Kon's dick thicker than Jon's, sliding in with a sting.

"You're wearing a condom, right?" Tim gasped as he spread his knees wide across Jon's blue cotton sheets.

"Of course not," said Kon and covered Tim's mouth back up with his hand, fucking him slow and steady with a sharp thrust at the end of each push inside. 

Whimpering slightly at the idea of being fucked bareback for the first time, Tim's hips curled up off the bed without his conscious intention. Ass up in the air like this, the small of his back started to get tired quickly, but Kon's thrusts were too demanding for him to lower his hips back down. He whimpered into Kon's hand, eyeing Jon in fear, but his boyfriend kept sleeping soundly, completely oblivious of the world around him. He wasn't even being jostled by all the movement, and Tim remembered that Jon had one of those special mattresses that don't carry movement across. They'd tested it out once by jumping on one side of the mattress while a glass of coke stood on the other side, cheering and high fiving when the coke and the bed survived the ordeal without casualties.

What was happening? Why was it happening? Since when did Kon like guys? He'd dated pretty much every girl in school, twice, and now he was fucking Tim? It just didn't make any sense. Tim was very fond of Jon, but if he'd known Kon was an option on the menu, he would have ordered him years ago.

Kon seemed to also notice that Jon wasn't being jostled about and gripped Tim tighter to fuck him harder, filling the room with the reckless sound of skin slapping on skin, and leaving Tim gasping at the rough treatment.

Still Jon slept on.

So Tim reached down and jerked off, already so close.

Finishing first, Kon's hand clenched over Tim's face painfully, and Tim stroked himself furiously to the sensation of Kon's cock twitching inside him, imagining all the come he was being filled with and how messy it would be when it dripped out of him.

He came so hard his arms and legs shook as he started crying into Kon's hand.

xxx

Tim excused himself to go to the bathroom. 

"Do you want us to pause the movie?" asked Mr. Kent.

"No, no, I've seen it before. Don't worry."

He was passing the laundry room when a hand reached out and dragged him in.

"You want to tell me why you haven't broken it off with my brother yet?"

Oh god. There was nothing in this world quite like being pressed against the wall by the absolute stud that was Kon Kent.

"Do you have any idea how awkward that would be?" Tim asked, already spreading his legs as Kon rubbed him through his jeans. "I'd pretty much never be able to show my face at your house again. Your parents like me right now."

"They'll like you more if they find out you broke up with their son rather than if they learn you're cheating on him. With their other son," Kon pointed out, flipping him around to face the wall and unbuttoning Tim's jeans as he kissed his neck. "Gonna suck either way, but one of them's clearly the better option. No one to blame but yourself for getting yourself into this mess and dating my brother instead of manning up and asking me out."

"HOw is this my fault?" Tim asked, moaning as his pants were pulled down. Jon never took the lead  like this. "You're the one who was dating fucking girl in school instead of just telling me you were into me. What was I supposed to think? And you could have just told me you liked me like a normal person instead of trying to fuck me in my sleep."

Kon had made short work of lubing up and pushed in, leaving Tim to catch up and try to relax to accommodate him. Fooling around with Kon was equal parts totally humiliating and absolutely thrilling with how willing Tim was to be used as a come dump any time Kon was horny. As Kon picked up the pace, Tim tried to wrap his hand around his dick, only to be stopped and have his wrists pinned to the laundry room wall next to his head.

"I don't think so. You've run out of free orgasm passes. You don't get to come anymore until you're officially my boyfriend."

"Bullshit! Let go."

"Nope."

"Then pull the hell out!"

"No way."

Tim squirmed a little bit more, then gave up, too horny to stop himself from arching into it, wanting Kon deeper. He felt his dick bouncing ineffectively, desperate for a warm grip, and tried to imagine himself holding it to help him get off.

Kon came fast, like he always did whenever everyone else in the house was awake, and pulled out almost immediately, leaning his back on the wall next to Tim as he tried to catch his breath. 

He looked at him with dazed eyes as Tim got his bearings and pushed himself from the wall, suddenly a little shy to just stand here and masturbate as Kon watched.

"I'm serious, Tim. Break up with Jon this evening."

Pulling his fingers through his hair, Tim sighed. "Yeah, okay."

"Good."

The conversation apparently over, Kon kissed him on the lips, opened the laundry room door, and shoved him out into the hall, dick still hard, jeans around his ankles, and come leaking out of his ass.

Barely suppressing his indignant squawk, Tim ran for the bathroom, trying to pull up his pants.

Will (Lapse & Prolapse)

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ship: Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner
words: 2.4k
content: sneaking around, knotting

Kyle thought he might vibrate right out of his skin. 

He. was. in. the. Batcave.

Without Batman's permission.

With his boyfriend.

One of Batman's sons.

"Jason, I feel a premonition coming on," he said, dragging his heels. "A moment of clairvoyance. I'm going to be murdered before the night is over. Maybe a Batarang to the throat, but more likely my face will get punched in so thoroughly that it'll fall out the back of my head."

"You'll be fine. Everyone in this goddamn family has had sex in the Batcave."

"Except you."

"Yeah, I was a little busy being dead; sue me. We're making up for lost time."

Kyle stopped dead and eyed the big Tyrannosaurus, which appeared to be watching them with its beady little dead eye. He had trouble imagining getting and maintaining an erection under that reproachful lizardy judgment.

"Where, uh…" he asked, tearing his gaze away, "where do you want me?"

Jason resumed pulling him, pointing ahead. "The memorial."

It's not that Kyle had a deathwish, but he did have a huge soft spot for Jason and his fucked up I-used-to-be-dead idiocyncracies.And if there were a little hard to keep up with sometimes, that was only because Jason thought everything he did was perfectly normal. It wasn't normal to die and come back, but once you jumped that fence, apparently any way of healing or retraumatizing yourself was equally valid. So it was normal for Jason to be braced against his little glass tube memorial that Kyle suspected Batman still leaned on for a good cry now and then. It was normal for Jason to stick his ass out, talking about wanting Kyle to make him come all over the commemorative plaque.

And Kyle just had to… take a moment to quickly incorporate that into his worldview.

Sure.

"Earth to Kyle. Where'd you go, space cadet?"

Kyle grinned and ran his hand through his hair as he gestured at the Robin suit. "Thinking about that kid. Paying my respects."

"You're sweet. Are you going to fuck me," Jason pushed his ass out further and snagging Kyle's belt with two of his fingers, "or am I going to have to do everything myself?"

Kyle gave in to the pulling but reached out to put Jason around to face him, pulling him close and looking around again. "I really don't know if I can get hard here. I imagine fucking you, and the next moment my life is flashing before my eyes. Kinda wish we'd told Batman we were dating first, so he'd be less likely to kill me on sight."

"Batman doesn't kill."

"Does Bruce Wayne know that? What if he takes his mask off before murdering me?"

Jason kissed him soundly. "All the others have survived their Batcave trysts, and you and I are older and more difficult to kill than those guys were at the time. We'll be fine."

"The others weren't dating Lanterns," Kyle muttered dejectedly against Jason's lips but allowed himself to be spun and pressed against the cool glass. "Still don't know if I'll get hard though."

Jason pushed his hands under Kyle's Nirvana t-shirt. "What if you did the sheath first and worried about getting hard later?"

Kyle pulled away from the kiss. "Whoa! You want me to do the sheath here?"

Jason puffed his cheeks out and exhaled dramatically, averting his gaze. "Truth be told, I want you to do the sheath everywhere every time."

"No, no, no. Jason. We'll get murdered. I swear. You know I have trouble controlling constructs when I'm horny. It's one thing in the controlled environment of your bedroom, but -"

Growling softly, Jason kissed him again. "Please?" And then the bastard emphasized the request with a squeeze of Kyle's dick through his jeans.

What could Kyle possibly say to that? "No, I won't fuck your tight beautiful hole the way you're begging me to fuck it?" When had Kyle ever said something like that?

Kyle sighed and unzipped his jeans. Jason eagerly pulled the waistband of his boxers down and they both watched as the warm green glow of his Ring's power engulfed his semi and formed a large erection around it. Jason shuddered, clinging to Kyle's biceps and already losing control of his breathing at the sight.

"A little bigger."

Kyle obliged and was rewarded with a moan.

Jason kissed him, pressing up against Kyle to rub himself along the length of Kyle's green prosthesis, making Kyle shudder as the sheath construct passed on the sensations as if it were his real cock. Okay, maybe he'd get hard after all. Not that it mattered too much to him so long as Jason was having a fun time. If it didn't work out, he could always get off when they got home.

Kyle worked Jason back over to the glass, pressing him back into it as they kissed, thrusting up into Jason's tight grip on his sheath.

"God, I'm so horny," Jason said, fumbling with his zipper.

"I'm happy to hurry this along if you are."

"I had no idea you were such a scaredy-cat, Kyle."

Pushing Kyle away gently, Jason leaned down to give the very tip of the sheath an affectionate kiss and quick suck, before turning around and resuming his earlier ass-out vigil, this time with his pants pulled down and his ass literally out. Still reeling from the feeling of Jason's mouth on the tip, Kyle all but drooled at the sight, using one hand to pull Jason's ass cheek away to see the hole better.

They'd been using the sheath a lot, and Jason rim was starting to show it, still a little puffy from the night before, and the night before that, and the night before that.

Lubing it up with the Ring, Kyle dragged the head of his sheath against that furled hole, moaning at the heat. Jason shuddered and pushed back onto it, impatient as always, and already craning his head to see what the hold up was. Not wanting to keep him waiting, and certainly no longer aware whether his real dick was still lagging or as hard and throbbing as his augmented one, Kyle pushed in.

Both of them moaned as though in great relief.

It was always a struggle not to bust early watching that huge glowing cock stretch Jason's rim out to obscene proportions, the transparency of it letting him get a glimpse of the welcoming darkness inside Jason's body. Encased inside the glowing sheath, his own dick was squeezed by the pressure as it also slid inside Jason, leaving Kyle shuddering from the erectile double whammy.

"Fuck, Kyle, make it bigger."

Kyle did, which resulted in a yelp as Jason's right leg twitched off the ground.

"Shit, too much?"

"No, no, hold on." Jason bobbed lightly, breath coming out fractured and shallow. "It's perfect, I just need to adjust. Ah."

He trailed off into a moan before finally giving Kyle the go ahead to move.

His own body shaking from how tight Jason now was around him, Kyle pulled out slowly. As he withdrew, the sheath seemed to swell, free from the confines of Jason's ass. Just as slowly, he pushed back in, watching it again be squeezed to fit, Jason's rim stretching to accommodate it.

Feeling lightheaded and not getting any negative feedback, he started to pick up the pace, filling the cool air around them with their soft panting and shuddered moans. Jason braced himself more securely against the glass, and started up on his usual wishlist. "A little longer." "A little more." "Make a knot." "Longer!"

Once Kyle added a knot to the sheath, there was never any more room for Quiet Jason.

Jason moaned loudly each time the slight bump passed over his rim, his legs squirming at the stimulation. Finally giving up on bracing himself, Jason let his face fall against the glass and reached back to pull his ass cheeks wider, begging for a bigger knot.

Kyle obliged, struggling to pull it past the rim, and so close to the edge he could taste it.

"Fuck. Kyle. Make it so big you can't pull it out."

Pushing back in, sweating, trying not to think about how hard it was to breathe, Kyle did as he was asked. Jason yelped, moaned, then raised a hand to signal more. Kyle did so and tried pulling it out. God, he really was stuck. And Jason was gesturing for still more. So he gave him more.

Jason whined and sounded like he was sobbing, furiously stroking himself as his face slid down the memorial. "Just a little more."

"Last time," Kyle panted, vision going spotty.

He'd just added the last little bit of girth he dared when the roar of the Batmobile engine flared into loud echo down the tunnel.

Jason straightened up, looking at the tunnel in shock.

"You're kidding. He seriously wasn't supposed to be back until morning."

Kyle frantically tried to pull out, the knot pulling at Jason's whole ass without budging.

Jason yelped, squirming and trying to get him to stay still. "Kyle, stop! Stop! Just make it go away."

Embarrassingly enough, he'd panicked so hard, it hadn't even occurred to him.

So he willed the sheath away.

Or he tried to. Willpower was fucky at best when buried balls deep in someone, even in the best of circumstances, and without the threat of Batman showing up. Making his sheath grow larger? Sure. Making the sheath shrink or evaporate? Tall order. Not one to be done under pressure.

"What the hell are you waiting for? We've got two minutes tops to disappear!"

"It's stuck!"

"Make it disappear!"

"I can't!"

"What do you mean, you can't?"

"I told you, I can't control the Ring very well when I'm horny!"

"Yeah, and the default should be that whatever you made disappears!"

You would think that. You would think that sheer force of arousal wasn't a conscious enough form of willpower to sustain a giant penis against any breaks in concentration and even the Ring user's concerted will, and yet here they were.

Kyle exhaled angrily through his nose and spread his arms. "Well, I don't know what to tell you."

The growling of the approaching Batmobile grew louder. Jason spun to look at it, one hand on Kyle's lower abdomen as he also tried to do the impossible and pull the knot out of himself. Swallowing a moan, he turned back to Kyle. "Please tell me you can at least fly right now. I'm not waddling like this."

Kyle thought every unsexy thought he could, tried to channel his concentration and willpower, but with the sheath linked up to his senses and squeezed harder than ever by Jason's panicking… flying was out of the question.

He hoisted Jason off the ground by the backs of his knees, and listing precariously, ran to the nearest hiding spot he could find, Jason bouncing on the base of the sheath and cursing the whole way. Nestled away from view beneath the tail of the giant dinosaur, Kyle tried to shrink the knot as Jason furiously attempted to pull off.

Above, the Batmobile roared into the cave.

"Kyle." Jason ground it out at nearly subaural levels but it reverberated through Kyle's chest. "If you don't find a way to pull out right now and Bruce finds us like this, I will personally rip your dick off and leave you a bottom bitch for the rest of your miserable life." 

Nothing doing. The construct had begun to waver, but if or when it would finally dispel was completely out of Kyle's control. As he began to try to manually inch Jason's already obscenely stretched rim over the knot, he swore up and down to literally never have construct sex outside the apartment ever again. And preferably maybe not even in the apartment. Sweat poured down his brow and Jason sore quietly between hisses as slowly, painfully, Jason's ass started to come up off the knot, prolapsing as it did so. Rather than freaking Kyle out and killing his arousal, however, seeing the dark flesh start to peek out only made both his real dick and the sheath throb.

Jason froze and looked over his shoulder in pale fury.

"Did that thing just grow bigger?"

Kyle also paled, at a loss for words.

"Stop being a horn dog, Kyle, and get it together."

"I can't! It would be easier to just come."

They stared at each other for a moment. Then both turned their attention to the cave above, listening carefully as Batman prowled his domain up there, turning over evidence or equipment.

They didn't bother talking after that. Jason focused on gyrating on Kyle's huge knot and trying to rub one off as quietly as possible, while Kyle buried his face in Jason's neck and thrust up as much as he could into the tight pleasure of Jason's contracting muscles.

They both came quietly, curled up on the cave floor and shuddering as Kyle's sheath ejaculated large amounts of spectral come deep into Jason's distended belly.

"God," Jason whispered a minute later, "That wasn't even a good orgasm. I'm all cramped with anxiety."

Kyle kissed the back of his neck and didn't say anything, his own orgasm still paying off dividends in shaking limbs and pleasant slackness. 

"Jason."

They jerked up, looking above the ledge of their hiding space to find Batman standing there, cowl off, mouth set in a hard line as he pointedly did not look at Kyle.

"I've left the Clorox and Windex near the memorial. Don't leave without cleaning up."

It was at that moment that the willpower of Kyle's arousal broke. As the sheath disappeared, all of the construct come that Kyle had filled Jason with came flooding out with large flatulent reverberations, rolling down their legs and pooling around their knees as they watched it spread helplessly.

Horrified, Kyle willed it all out of existence, and they were plunged into a terrible silence.

Kyle looked back up at Batman, who stood with his eyes closed and a pained expression etched deep into every line of his face.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Batman sighed and started walking away. "I'm going to go have a drink. But I would start running if I were you. Just in case."

A Form of Love

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ship: Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner
words: 1.2k
content: consensual feeding, weight gain

Kyle was starting to get comments from the villains he fought. He was getting sidelong glances of doubt from his teammates. He could see it in their eyes. "Is he still fit for the job?" 

The truth was, the weight hadn't come on at first. His life was just way too intense. But when he started filling out his clothes, boy did he. Under all this fat, he was still the muscular and fit Kyle he had always been, perhaps more. But the humiliation of all this scorn, the prejudice that enveloped his belly and limbs, it had all been wrought by Jason and his unholy delicious cooking and downright cruel portion sizes. 

He moaned, his full belly aching as Jason rubbed himself against it and pushed another spoonful of mashed potatoes into Kyle's mouth. Savory, fragrant caramelized onions throughout, impossibly creamy, with just a touch of tanginess, and a generous sprinkle of aromatic diced shallot. 

It was hard to believe Jason hadn't always been such a good cook. He'd been very earnest about food, cooking for a lot of their dates, and taking Kyle out to fancy restaurants the rest of the time, but the divide was obvious. He loved to talk about food as much as he loved to talk about books, though, loved to tell Kyle what he was learning, and hung off of Kyle's every word when he compared cooking to illustration. Despite the enthusiasm, he'd been surprised when he'd returned from a long trip to Oa to find a romantic dinner made with a whole new caliber of skill awaiting him on their anniversary.

The real shock had come almost a year later when Kyle discovered that Jason never cooked for himself.

"Come on, Kyle. This is only the fifth course. We still have the cheese course and dessert."

"Dessert?" Kyle asked incredulously. Jason usually shied away from baking experiments. "You made dessert?" He fought the spoon away from his face as it came back around. "Jason, I will literally explode. And I'm sorry, did you say cheese course? What is happening today?"

Jason pushed himself tighter against Kyle's belly, and Kyle could feel Jason's erection pushing at his rolls through his boxers. "We're celebrating."

"What are we celebrating?"

"Me learning how to make Swiss meringue buttercream despite a lot of panicking and flailing over the double boiler today."

Kyle stared up at him open-mouthed, and Jason landed another spoonful into his mouth. Kyle moaned again, hating how full he was but loving every bite. Everything tonight had been delicious, from the moment he came floating in through the balcony door. The mushroom devilled eggs? Divine. Jason always got the most amount of flavor out of his mushrooms, and potentially also had some truffle powder stashed somewhere. The soup was definitely store bought - Jason was cursed with soup disasters, and had developed a mental block about them. But he had dressed up this lovely, smooth squash bisque with lightly toasted nuts, sage, and a bit of cream, and it was delicious to the very last drop.

Fish course was usually Kyle's favorite, and Jason knew exactly how to do it in a way that had him blissing out. Minimalist, with a good sear and a generous squeeze of lemon. He'd served up a large juicy piece of cod today, and Kyle had gone to heaven, and had to be dragged down by his ankle to eat the palate cleanser.

Jason had taken a break from sitting in his lap and feeding him to take his own pants off, so Kyle was left feeling a little chilly and lonely until he took his first bite of that lemon raspberry sorbet and astral projected. Mind, it was the same sorbet that Jason had used for every meal this week, but that didn't stop it from absolutely shocking and aweing Kyle, who had a real big thing for foods that were more sour than sweet. And if they also melted in his mouth? Fuhgeddaboudit.

Next had been the braised pork, and Kyle wasn't an expert, but he suspected there had been some smoking involved too, though Jason was always secretive about what he did with his meats and wouldn't say. Like Kyle would tell anyone. Jason had a whole setup up on the roof. The guy was known for making his own sausages if the last book he'd read left him moody, no one was around to stop him, and Gotham didn't need him just then. Sometimes, they would spend the night up there, cooking a whole hog in the pit Jason had put together. They'd drink beers, eat potato salad, and whenever the hog didn't need his immediate attention, Jason would grope Kyle's belly and ride his dick.

It was winter now, though, and neither fancied being up there for very long.

Plenty of bonding activities indoors.

Jason scraped the last of the mashed potatoes up with the remaining juices from the pork, and made as though to put it in Kyle's mouth, then swerved it into his own. At Kyle's look of betrayal he laughed and leaned over to kiss him.

"I'll make it up to you."

Sliding his boxers down over his ass, he held Kyle's massive belly aside with one hand so he could get a hold of Kyle's dick, and sank down on him. How he found the time between preparing seven courses to be all lubed up and ready to go when Kyle got home, he didn't know, but Jason was… incredible. He made the best food in the world, he was never not horny, and everything he did left Kyle feeling so loved it almost felt like too much for one person to deserve. Kyle groaned, pulling him closer, deeper, sinking back further into the cushions behind him so Jason had more room to maneuver.

"You know, this morning I struggled to get a good grip on my dick to aim it. Had to sit to pee."

Jason let out a deep moan with a full body shudder. "Good. Means I'm feeding you right."

Kyle laughed, and the tension that he'd been carrying in his shoulders all day eased. He sighed freely and happily, right up until Jason leaned forward with a wicked gleam in his eye and pushed down on his aching abdomen, leaving him groaning again. Jason eased up, pupils blown wide and watching him hungrily. 

He was a little glad dinner was over early today. That had been a lot of food, even for how well-trained he was.

"What happened to the cheese course?"

He didn't really care about the cheese course. He cared that Jason had gone out today and picked out the perfect cheese to follow that braised pork and precede whatever dessert he had used Swiss meringue buttercream for. And he didn't do it because he was a perfectionist, but because one time early in their relationship, Kyle had said, "You make all food make sense," and Jason had turned to him, startled, eyes earnest, and said, "I love you." 

Kyle hadn't known then the devoted form Jason's love would take.

He hadn't had any clue about the bliss that was headed his way.

"Oh, it's still coming. You get this course gratis, though. Compliments of the chef."

To the Victor

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ship: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd
words: 700
content: intercrural, turbulent relationship

They came crashing down hard. 

He'd hadn't had a chance to pull his pants up all the way since he had pinned Bruce just a few minutes ago, failing to keep him down, and it made Bruce's job so much easier tugging the elastic effortlessly down the swell of his ass. 

"Don't even think about putting it in again without lube, you bastard," he said and in the meantime, kept struggling. Bruce put an end to it.

Last time, patrolling and doing business had been a nightmare and a half with his ass so sore.

Jason shuddered head to toe as Bruce's cock rubbed past his asshole, catching at the rim and pulling just slightly before slipping past. "No, not inside," he reaffirmed, glad Bruce couldn't see the tear that slipped down his cheek. He wanted this so bad he thought he was going to faint. 

Yes, even getting fucked without lube would be better than not fucking at all. No, Jason couldn't think straight enough to stick to any principles at the minute.

"Since when do you think you call the shots around here?"

Bruce twisted Jason's arm further and Jason nearly slid onto Bruce's cock himself in his effort to ease the torsion. 

"Please."

He could feel Bruce's eyes on the back of his neck, always having a soft spot for the word, could feel Bruce looking toward the locker he kept the lube in. They both knew that there was no way in hell Bruce would be able to get to it if he let Jason go for even a moment. Even tightly held in his grip, Jason was already bristling with tension, getting ready to throw his old man off.

Breathing hotly into Jason's ear, Bruce rolled his hips again, again catching on the rim, and Jason's breath came out shuddering, thrilled and terrified of that sting. 

As Jason moaned, Bruce tried to retrieve one hand to spit in it.

Wrong move. 

Throwing his weight to one side, Jason was able to move a knee up to his side, and leverage himself over, crushing Bruce under his back and moving to roll off. 

Only to have Bruce roll with him, pinning him again, his dick between Jason's thighs.

Jason shuddered as his legs closed shut around Bruce from the same instinct that had him rubbing himself against the mat. 

Bruce cursed. Jason only even heard him cursing when they were fucking and angry with one another on the sparring mat. Planting his knees firmly on either side of Jason's, Bruce squeezed Jason's legs between his own, forcing Jason to grip his cock tighter as Bruce started to thrust.

Sliding past his perineum, trailing precome everywhere, Bruce thrust his hips roughly, leaving Jason a shivering mess as he imagined Bruce fucking his unprepared asshole with the same punishing drive.

The grippy mat beneath him was rough and unpleasant against his naked skin and not for the first time in his life Jason thanked the stars above and his late parents for leaving him intact so he could thrust against it without direct friction. His dick might still be sore and chafed later, but at least he'd be able to come without the painful overstimulation.

He squeezed his legs harder, enjoying the way Bruce curled closer against his body with a pained whimper, thrusting faster.

They didn't last long. On a particularly hard thrust from Bruce, his head slipped further out of his foreskin, dragging across the mat and throwing Jason headfirst into orgasm at the very first bite of discomfort. He could feel Bruce coming too, leaving Jason's balls sticky as he gripped Jason's obliques in both hands.

Huffing in exhaustion, Jason blissed out, enjoying Bruce's comfortable dead weight crushing him while he could. 

All too soon, however, Bruce was pulling away.

Back to the status quo.

"You cheated," Jason said, putting some venom into it. "We said no throws. You wouldn't have pinned me if you hadn't cheated."

Bruce gave him a cold look as he stood and pulled up his pants.

"Isn't it time you stopped playing the victim, Jason?"

It was safer to play the victim and the disappointment than to be in love.

Book Worms

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participants: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd
words: 1.1k
content: tentacle monster, dubcon

"Come on in, the tentacles are warm."

Jason dropped his equipment bag, mouth agape. What the actual fuck were Tim and Damian doing? 

His two siblings sat… in a pool of limbs. Prehensile, undulating, turquoise limbs. Right in the middle of the manor library, where his usual favorite reading spot was.

He noted, upon closer observation, that male human abdomens were not meant to stretch like that. Both Tim and Damian were nursing large bellies that might have looked like pregnancies if not for the odd, unnerving writhing which was happening inside them and the obvious erections each of his brothers sported.

The question was, how the hell was he going to get them out of that tangle of tentacles? And also, he thought as he drew his guns, said tentacles were getting entirely too close to him for comfort.

He shot one, sidestepping another, then ran to the grand library windows, tearing a curtain free. Firing off a few more shots, he sheathed his guns and kept moving, ripping the curtain as it trailed behind him. The tentacles withdrew at being injured, but appeared to otherwise recover quickly, which was another problem to account for. He cursed himself for not having all his equipment on him. A graple would be helpful. Comms would be great. Where the hell were Alfred and Bruce? 

It didn't take him long, sticking to the edges of the library, to complete his makeshift rope. He dashed up a spiral staircase, and tying a paperweight to one end, tossed his lifeline to his siblings.

Tim stared at the paperweight and the attached strips of curtain blankly. Dmian didn't even notice it.

"C'mon. What the hell, you two?"

Whatever drugs that thing was pumping must have been something else. Jason looked around for another way to get to the two before it was too late without getting tangled up himself, and came face to face with a turquoise tendril. He barely had time to reach for his guns when it misted as a fine purple cloud right in his face.

The gun slipped from his fingers. Jason stumbled, trying to still keep his feet under him as he felt them losing strength. He barely made it two steps in the direction of the hall when he fell to his knees.

Muscular, smooth tentacles scooped him up.

With horror, Jason checked his voluntary movements and found each one fizzling out, leaving him incapacitated as he was pulled towards the center of the library.

"Tim," he called as he was brought close, "how the hell did this thing get here?"

Tim smiled peacefully, reaching out to stroke Jason's face. "Damian and I summoned it. A happy accident. Trust me, you'll love it."

And then Tim ws flipped over in the grip of he monster and Jason watched as Tim's anus was violated by a fourth thick appendage, trailing some thick and creamy-looking goo past the stretched rim. Tim moaned and hissed, "Yes,'' as a thick glob of it slid down his thigh.

Jason had his own problems however as his own clothes were stripped away with easy rips and tears. Jason's stomach turned a somersault as he watched his gun holsters be lifted off and casually tossed away. He tried again to struggle, but his limbs didn't move as ordered.

A soft tentacle circled his rim, then poked inside. Fine, this was about one of the worst things he could imagine happening to his day, but he still had an ace up his sleeve. Jason took a deep breath.

"Bruce!"

The name echoed around the library and faded to complete silence except for Tim giggling softly next to him. Jason tried yelling again, watching a second tentacle approach his rear as his legs were spread obscenely by other appendages. 

"You're right. I think Father would appreciate this," Damian finally spoke up, looking relaxed and even somewhat bored as he watched his stomach writhe and distend. "I don't have my comms or I would contact him myself."

Jason had to bite down a moan as the second appendage grew in girth from the small little finger-sized tip to wider than a dick. A moan?

He froze as he looked between his legs.

He was getting hard.

Not even registering pleasure mentally, it occurred to him that all of his body felt not just limp, but relaxed and pleasant. Shaking his head mentally if not physically, Jason tried to think clearly. What were his options?

But thinking clearly was easier said than done and he found himself watching with morbid interest as the appendages in Tim's ass pulled out, leaving his hole gaping wide and dropping globs of thick creamy substance. Tim turned and ran a finger through some of the goo that stuck to his leg, putting the finger in his mouth and humming contentedly.

"Wait, Tim, you can move?"

Damian snorted. "Of course we can move. You'll be able to move soon too. Just wait until it fills you with its seed and you'll be free."

"You're not free."

Damian sat up. "I'm perfectly free, Todd. I can do anything I want."

"Then leave!"

Tim rolled over closer to him across the thick mass of writing turquoise limbs and leaned down to kiss him. PUlling away he smiled down at Jason. "Leave where? It's so nice here. Look, it's almost ready to fill you too."

Jason looked down again as Tim placed his hand on Jan's stomach and reeled in horror. HOw much time had passed? His stomach had swelled up to almost half the size of Tim's and was writhing just as much. He could no longer see his own dick, nor see how many tentacles had wormed their way inside him. When had the monster done all this? How had he not felt it? If he focused, he could sense that his entire rim stung, stretched to capacity and perhaps further. And he could sense how queasy he felt with a belly full of something malicious and moving. 

But if he didn't focus, everything just felt… nice.

And it was getting so hard to focus.

Suddenly, he saw the size of his belly surge under Tim's gentle hold, the mass inside him wriggling and swelling, and his vision blanked. He felt himself coming, thrusting up into open air. A warm hand wrapped around him, and he cracked an eye open to see Tim's pleasant and blank expression watching him with affection.

"See?"

And Jason did see.

As euphoria spread out from his belly and gave him back his strength, Jason saw for the first time that there's nowhere he'd rather be.

Sixteen

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ship: Bruce Wayne/Damian Wayne/Jason Todd
words: 2.2k
content: bondage, incest, underage

Bruce was on high alert. 

This little game of theirs wouldn't be any fun if it were easy for Bruce to squirm out of his restraints until Jason judged him good and ready, and they had both invested effort into improving the system until there was nothing Bruce could do to escape.

Total surrender.

But Bruce could sense that he was at someone else's mercy tonight. 

The footsteps had been lighter than Jason's. He'd sensed their hesitation when they walked in. The hands exploring his body were definitely smaller. Bruce tensed. Tim? He would have never thought Tim Drake would be just as filthy as he and Jason were. Tim had always been more… compartmentalized. Tidy. If Bruce weren't so soundly gagged, he would have told Tim he was better off not doing this. It wasn't worth the doubt and regret that he'd have to nurse later. Braced as he was for the impending trauma to his adopted son, nothing prepared him for the voice he finally heard when his molester finally spoke up. 

"I wonder who you were waiting for, Father."

Bruce gagged. He whipped his head around to face his son. His biological son. In the suffocating silence, they could both hear his stomach start to churn, and Bruce wouldn't put it past Damian to hear the thundering of his heart.

Sneering, snarling, dropping his voice to its most commanding timbre, Bruce jerked his head violently towards the door, and said, "Get. out," clipping his consonants in the back of his throat as cleanly as he could to get his message past the large ball gag cranking his jaw open.

Damian didn't leave.

He sat kneeling at Bruce's left side, one hand reaching across to softly pinch Bruce's right nipple, and smoothing over Bruce's flank with the other. 

Then the nipple was abandoned and Damian's hand slid low, past Bruce's cock, cupping his balls, thumb pressing and massaging each one. Bruce reacted violently, shaking his shoulders to try to break out of the restraints or at least snap free from being trussed up against the column behind him. 

Would that he had been a little more absent minded today.

But he'd wanted it so bad today. He'd been meticulous with every fastening. He wanted to have to kneel and wait until Jason got here with no chance of escape. And if Jason was held up as he sometimes was, and Bruce had to wait for hours without any respite? All the better.

So there was no escaping his bonds. Nothing to do but sit here and suffer Damian's slim fingers squeezing his nutsack experimentally, now gently, now hard enough to cause Bruce to groan and double over as much as his restraints allowed.

He spoke again, and again it was only the best he could do around the gag. "Stop."

Damian gave his balls one last hard squeeze, the other hand still lovingly caressing the small of his back, before raising his grip to the head of Bruce's cock and clenching tight.

Caught between a moan and foul curses, Bruce growled to prevent all of the above.

Damn that Cialis, and damn whatever his monstrous brain was thinking, but he was hard and getting harder. 

Damian's soft mouth appeared at his cheek, kissing him over the stubble, and when Bruce jerked his head away, his son kissed the side of his neck, which was even worse. Jerking his head back to push Damian from his neck didn't help - Damian merely ducked down and kissed his chest.

And all the while, he kept stroking Bruce's cock. With horror, Bruce realized he'd been thrusting up into the touch without realizing it and froze.

"Damian," he attempted to enunciate again. "You're sixteen. Stop."

Damian clicked his tongue and pulled away, resting both hands on Bruce's hips.

"Why do you even bother using a gag if you're so good at making yourself understood?"

They sat there a moment in silence, Bruce angry and horny, glaring at his young son through the blindfold, his cock throbbing and starting to leak in earnest. 

Then Damian stood. And with horror, Bruce registered the unmistakable sound of clothes coming off.

Damian made quick work of it, then kneeled back down to undo Bruce's gag.

The moment his mouth was free, Bruce began to assault him rapid fire. "Damian, this is a huge breach in boundaries. You had no right coming in here. You're too young for this, too young for me, and I want you out of my room immediate - " 

He was interrupted by something soft being shoved into his mouth, and before he could resist, it was shoved all the way in and plugged back up with the gag, leaving Bruce literally gagging as the fabric brushed the back of his throat.

Judging by the taste, it was Damian's sock.

"Now, Father, I really don't care. So put a sock in it."

Both hands returned to his cock, squeezing, massaging, twisting, and Bruce thought he might start crying every time Damian's thumb ran across the slit and his cock jumped eagerly in those slim, strong hands.

Damian let go, shifting, and the next time Bruce felt something touch him, it was Damian's backside. Pert, soft buttocks, goose-pimpled, covered in soft hair, and much cooler than Damain's hands had been, pressed insistently against Bruce's crotch. His young body, despite being bound up with muscle, still had prominent shoulder blades that pressed hard into Bruce's chest. Bony elbows bumped into him as Damian got himself settled, moaning, reaching back to grab Bruce's sides, his buttocks.

And there was nothing Bruce would really say now, not with the sock so soundly lodged halfway down his throat. There was nothing he hadn't already said. And his dick, brushed gently by the cool skin and soft hairs of his son's buttocks, grew only harder as he imagined pressing it between the mounds of shapely muscle and into the hotter, hairier crevice between them, and past that…

Bruce shuddered head to toe.

He said "Stop," again, best he could, but it was only half-hearted at this point. Futility was staring him down, and Bruce was just here to absorb whatever other shocks and bumps fate had in store for him tonight.

Damian spoke up, one hand squeezing Bruce's thigh, the other could be heard clearly stroking his own dick. "I've been wanting to try this for ages. Father, you have no idea how much porn I watch every day. But it's like I'm on the outside looking in, just like at school. Sex is for normal people. Well-adjusted people. I'm a freak. I'm damaged. Even you and Dick still think it sometimes. I see it in your eyes. Imagine my surprise as I walked around the house, thinking about a nice big dick, and opened the door only to find the exact object of my desire waiting for me, already half-hard."

Bruce wanted to argue, but there wasn't a single intelligible sound he could get past his improved gag and Damian was reaching back for his dick, lining it up with his rim, and all Bruce could do as his head slipped into that willing and impossibly tight heat was to refrain from thrusting up into it.

He heard Damian curse under his breath about the size, and there certainly didn't seem to be enough lube involved, but he was too far gone to even worry about his son anymore, his brain on refrain repeating, "I'm not going to last. I'm not going to last. I'm not going to last."

His arms strained against the restraints as Damian began to move experimentally and to Bruce's great shame, it wasn't to escape. He wanted so badly to grip those narrow, inexperienced hips and slam them down onto him properly, make Damian cry out and beg and try to pull back off, saying it was too big and too fast, and have no choice but to continue to be reamed out. He wanted Damian to repent and beg for more lube, which he clearly hadn't noticed lying nearby, and had only used Bruce's precome and perhaps his own saliva. He wanted Damian to be so sore, his abused hole to be gaping so wide, that his son would never even think about taking anything else in the ass ever again.

"Looks like you could use a little more lube."

Damian gasped, and Bruce's head jerked in the direction of the familiar voice.

"If you're cringing that bad trying to ride someone, and not even getting the whole length in, you're not doing it right," Jason continued sympathetically. He'd entered the room through the window without making a noise, but now he moved with heavy, commanding footfalls towards them, making a small detour to where Bruce always left the bottle of lubricant.

"Todd…" Damian began, voice defensive and angry.

"Save it, rugrat, and get off his dick."

Bruce sagged in relief.

But Damian didn't go far. He'd only just pulled off of Bruce's twitching dick when Jason kneeled down next to them. There was the sound of the lube cap clicking. Damian squawked indignantly, which was followed by obscene squelching right above Bruce's lap.

Bruce waited, suspecting the unbelievable, but not daring to believe it.

Then Damian, shins still pressed to Bruce's shins on either side, moaned. And Jason, absolute monster that he was, leaned in to kiss Bruce's brow.

"Hey, B. Can't believe you would get started without me like this."

Bruce tried to grunt in protest, tried to pull against his restraints again, but Jason was either fucking or fingerbanging his son right in his lap, and this sole thought consumed him, leaving him throbbing and dying to get back inside Damian's perfect little hole.

"That should be enough. How about we test it out?"

With a slick hand, Jason grabbed Bruce's cock and held it in place as Damian sat back once more.

This time, he sank deep, smoothly, only restrained by Damian's own muscles twitching nervously around him.

"There we go. Better, right?"

"Much," Damian admitted, voice faint and shaking.

"I hope you don't mind if I help out? Daddy dearest likes it deep and rough."

And Damian started moving at a pace that suggested Jason was gripping his hips and setting the tempo. Damian yelped, then moaned, then cried out, all while his hands scrambled for purchase, trying to cling to Bruce's legs but torn away by Jason's punishing pace.

Bruce had no chance of holding out longer than he did. Moaning low but loud, he thrust up into Damian's tight hole as he lost control, awash with warm fuzzy pleasure. In his lap, Damian continued to be bounced, punching soft little sounds from him, and extending Bruce's deep orgasm.

Jason finally let up, and Bruce grunted in gratitude, feeling his cock twitch inside Damian's pulsing muscles.

"Had enough, kid? Or want one more? This one's even bigger."

Bruce would hear Damian's swallow. He could feel through his dick, the way the body balanced on top of his bobbed, that Damian nodded.

"No problem. Turn around."

Damian sat facing Bruce, his nose and mouth pressed to Bruce's neck, soft nervous breaths tickling across Bruce's skin. Wiry but muscular arms wrapped around Bruce's neck, and for a moment, Bruce was once again struck by the realization that this was his child, his son.

But then Damian moaned and the notion evaporated as he was rocked into Bruce's body by Jason's harsh thrusts. Bruce felt Damian's knees slide apart wider.

Damian started to grunt with the thrusts, pushing back.

"You gonna jerk yourself off or do you want me to do it?"

After a brief moment of deliberation, Damian's right arm unwrapped itself clumsily from Bruce's neck and disappeared.

Bruce had just one last time to remember who exactly was leaning on him, who was panting desperately and sweetly into his ear, when Damian's come landed on his junk, and Damian arched, moaning much more loudly than anyone else in this bedroom ever had, setting Bruce on edge.

Sixteen.

Christ, he was never going to wash down the guilt.

As Damian panted between them, Jason reached over to undo Bruce's gag and pull the sock out.

"Damian and I are going to go wash up, and then I'll come back to untie you."

Bruce nodded numbly. Jason had left him in more uncomfortable situations before.

"And then maybe we can all go for round two. Happy birthday, Bruce."

Bruce tensed. "What?"

"Oops, gotta go. C'mon, Damian, time to hit the showers."

As they scrambled away, Bruce's blindfolded world started to tip sideways.

"You tricked me into coming here, knowing he'd be like this?" he heard Damian ask, moving in the direction of the master bath.

"I may or may not have dug up your stash of Batman and Robin porn while we had our little blackmail war a while back. Wanted to see what you'd do. Not like I made you come in here and sit on his dick. That was allll you, little brother."

Bruce beat his head against the column behind him. Jason was going to be the absolute death of him.

Care

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ship: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson
words: 1.3k
content: mommy kink

Dick nipped at Bruce's neck, grinning as he tickled Bruce's sides, which resulted more in obliging squirming than actual resistance or attempts to escape. Try as he could, it was almost impossible to have playful sex with Bruce.

Which was fine.

Their relationship had always been partnership first, reassuring physical presence second, and sexual compatibility a distant far-off third. They got tangled up in the bed sheets often enough, but this limitation was something they both knew. Dick wanted a little extra, and Bruce groaned tiredly at the very idea. Not that Dick needed whips and chains, but without the novelty of sleeping around on the side like he had in his twenties, he chafed at sex that was little more than taking care of erections and blowing off steam.

Just one more private, intimate thing to navigate as they got older. Bruce never sat him down to talk about his little blue pills he'd had to start taking, so Dick never sat him down to explain that sex was a game, and a really fun one at that.

Perhaps sex was like puns.

Bruce had laughed whole-heartedly at Dick's puns when they were younger; now he just smiled fondly in that way that said, "It's funny because it's you."

Dick had tried it all. Every pet name, every dirty word, but they all landed flat in this relationship. At best, Bruce accepted it with amusement and moved on. Other times, Dick noticed Bruce upping his dose of Viagra the day after. C'est la vie.

He'd always been careful to skirt around dangerous territory. 

Today, however, something in the way Bruce was smiling up at him from the pillows, tired but obliging, had him feeling reckless. He pressed close, nipping at Bruce's earlobe, moaning at the feeling of Bruce's hand around his cock, and grinned.

"Daddy." 

Bruce froze, his breath hot in Dick's ear, but pulling away and leaving his skin cold. All traces of fondness had turned to perplexion. Definitely a mistake. Covering for it, Dick tried for a little humor. 

"Mommy?"

He felt it as he said it. The word came out of his mouth with a hitch and his face flushed. When Bruce pushed himself to his elbows, he could see even in the scant light the moonlit night offered that Bruce's cheekbones were dark with blood too. Oh.

Careful, slowly, so as not to spook either Bruce or himself, he pressed a soft kiss to Bruce's lips.

"Take care of me, Mommy."

Bruce shuddered convulsively, like he'd had a bad chill, then surged forward for a firmer, harder kiss, the stubble on both of their chins particularly prickly today and adding texture, rough and welcome. Between hot breathless kisses, Dick managed to gasp out, one word as a time, "Please fuck me, Mommy."

With a growl, Bruce rolled them over, crushing Dick into the sheets with so much weight Dick's brain struggled to catch up that this was sex and not a fight. One moment he'd been questioning whether Bruce's libido would ever feel like enough for his voracious appetite or if he should talk to him about sleeping around again, and the next, Bruce was forcibly maneuvering one of Dick's ankles up past his head, letting the other leg try to find purchase around Bruce's shoulders.

"Please, please, please, Mommy," he begged as he was sandwiched against the mattress to the full extent of his flexibility and felt Bruce rub the tip of his head over his rim. 

"You had a long tiring day, haven't you, baby?"

Dick's eyes went wide. He hadn't expected Bruce to say anything. In fact, Bruce was looking down at him just as bewildered and desperate for Dick not to laugh. The words had come out stumbling, hurried, like Bruce had had to tear them out of his throat at speed to get them out at all. There was live, hot fear in Bruce's eyes as Dick stared up at him, hating himself already for stepping out of his comfort zone. Dick felt himself tear up, gripping Bruce's face, desperate to keep him here, open, vulnerable for the first time in as long as Dick could remember.

He nodded as hot tears slid down his face. "It was a very long day, and I missed you so much, Mommy."

Bruce buried his face in Dick's shoulder and a sob shook his large shoulders. 

Panicking, wrapping both arms around Bruce's head, Dick kissed his soft dark thinning hair. Did he stick to the scene? Did Bruce need it to stop? "Please, don't cry, Mommy," he tried. "I love you very much."

Shuddering, Bruce seemed to collect himself, lifting his face and looking up at Dick guiltily. He looked shaken, but his eyes were dry, and he pressed forward, crushing Dick's body under his to get a kiss.

"I'm not crying, baby. I just missed you too. I miss you every day when you leave the house." Bruce smoothed his hand down the side of Dick's face, brushing away more tears Dick hadn't realized were there. "But now that you're home, I can take care of you."

Nodding, voice quivering, Dick asked again, "Please fuck me, Mommy."

Bruce pushed in with altogether less force than Dick had anticipated at seeing him so horny, but he pushed in so deep it felt like Dick had never been penetrated so far before, and Dick shuddered at the thought as he was driven ever more tightly into the bed, his knees next to his ears, drowning in the covers.

Kissing Dick soundly, Bruce didn't pull out far, rolling his hips as he stayed lodged to the hilt and turning Dick to putty at the pressure and stimulation.

"Please, Mommy, fuck me harder."

Bruce growled and teeth scraped down Dick's throat before Bruce seemed to remember his role and abstained from biting. Stars in his vision, Dick tried to remember the last time Bruce had been so horny he'd bit him. Must have been years ago.

Suddenly, with a grunt of effort, Dick was pulled wholly off the bed. Knees still pressed to his knees, asshole still stretched over Bruce's large cock, his feet bounced in the air behind Bruce's shoulders as Bruce clasped his hands together behind Dick's back and started thrusting up into him in earnest.

Dick had truthfully never gagged for it before, but he absolutely was now. Being forcibly folded up and crushed like this to Bruce's massive muscular body was a headrush in and of itself, but to then also be forced to take his dick so deep at a heretofore undiscovered perfect angle?

He could barely croak out his litany of, "Mommy, yes," and, "I love you, Mommy," between his moans, punched out of his as they were with Bruce's thrusts.

He could hardly get his hand between their bodies, squeezed as he was so tightly against Bruce's body, but he no sooner had squeezed his dick than he was coming, body tensing so hard he almost broke Bruce's grip around him. 

Through the soft feelings of receding orgasm, he felt Bruce lay him down gently, kissing his face, catching Dick's tears one by one as they rolled across his skin.

"Mommy, do you need-"

Bruce shook his head. "I finished."

Dick hadn't even been capable of noticing.

Accepting the blanket Bruce pulled over both of them, Dick bit his lip. Bruce's embarrassment after the fact was palpable, and Dick didn't even want to look at him so as not to add to it.

"I'd…" he ventured, "like it if we did that again."

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Bruce nodding.

"Maybe next time I'll call you Mommy."

Dick jerked his head around to look at him, face furiously blushing. 

Rather than an affectionate smile, Bruce treated him to a deep, whole-hearted laugh.

Through

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ship: Kon El/Tim Drake/Kyle Rayner
words: 1.3k
content: xenobiology, tentacle dick

Tim had been forewarned. Kon laid it out in no uncertain terms - his Kryptonian genes had mingled weirdly with his human genes and even Kara had been unable to fully help him understand how the hell his body worked. But the bottom line was - his dick was prehensile and tentacle-like and he definitely had some sort of heat cycle. 

This was all fine.

The problem was that this tentacle was now worming its way into places it definitely did not belong.

"Kon! What the hell? How the hell is it doing that?" he yelled, pointing between his legs.

Panting, Kon peered over his shoulder and stopped short, eyes growing wide.

"So… I'm guessing that's not supposed to happen?"

"You think?"

"I don't know! It's my first time doing this whole 'sex' thing."

"Kon, these parts of my body aren't even connected. Your dick ripped a hole in me somewhere."

Kon contemplatively sucked air in through his teeth with a whistle, cringing. "Maybe it… phased through?"

It had started off with a pleasurable pressure at the base of his dick, then spread down the length to the tip like the world's slowest and weirdest orgasm. But just as Tim was relaxing into what he thought was oncoming bliss, something tiny and blueish poked out of the tip of his cock and wiggled around. 

The tip of Kon's prehensile alien clone dick.

And then it kept on coming, growing wider as it pushed out to stroke the underside of Tim's cock, wrapping around the base of its head. 

Tim had screamed. A little.

And now they were both staring at it without a clue as to how this could possibly happen and Kon still hadn't stopped humping him.

"Pull out. Slowly, though."

Kon moaned. "You've got to be joking. I told you I can't stop when I'm in heat."

"Fine, you can stay here and jerk off after you pull out. While I get myself to a hospital, apparently."

"Just. Just let me come. And then I'll fly you there. It'll be the same, time-wise."

Tim's next considerably more irate and panicked reply was cut off by a moan as the pressure in his dick increased and he watched it swell to be wider as the tentacle pushed more of it's length out of his urethra, growing in girth and stretching his dick around itself. He groaned in pain at the stinging in his tip, but his knees spread wider on the bedcover. Even possibly dying from som really fucked up internal injuries, he was the horniest and hardest he could ever remember being watching his dick bored out to one and a half times it's usual thickness.

"Hey, Kon! You home, buddy?"

Tim's eyes flew to the open window, where Kyle Rayner flew in feet first, landing just two feet from the bed and straightening to full height before he registered what he'd flown in on.

Still grinning and quite pleased with himself, it took Kyle several seconds for his eyes to grow wide and for him to take a step back. "Uh."

"Oh, perfect." Reaching past Tim, Kon's hand shot out and grabbed Kyle's wrist. "Kyle, you horny, buddy?"

"What do you mean, is he horny?" Tim said, not able to either back away into a humiliated corner or pull off and run away, watching as Kon manhandled a confused but not entirely resisting Kyle onto the bed with them. "Kyle, scram!"

"Uh," Kyle looked between the two of them. "Love too. Superboy's grip is no joke, though. Sure, I'm always horny, but looks like you guys have got it handled, so I'll just-"

"No, no, this is exactly what I need. Come on, Kyle, take off your pants," Kon said, already tearing through Kyle's Lantern uniform and turning him around to kneel in front of Tim.

Kyle gave Tim a look of concern and whispered loudly, "What the hell is happening right now?"

"Kon's in heat," said Tim deflating, realizing he had no contingencies for how to deal with this and never in his wildest dreams could he have come up with any for something so fucked up. "We were trying to have sex for the first time. You and I might need to go to the ER after this."

To his surprise, Kyle relaxed, grunting as Kon pulled him close enough to rub his ass against Tim's tentacle-wrapped cock. "Oh, so one of those days, huh? Bit of xeno action? Alright, I'll patch us up if it gets too crazy." He waved his right hand slightly, his white Ring catching the light and shining pearlescently. 

Kon's dick meanwhile, was unwrapping itself from Tim and feeling its way across Kyle's ass. As soon as the tip poked its way into his asshole, the rest of it surged forward, leaving Tim groaning in discomfort. He looked at his tip, which had been reamed out, his urethra now large enough to fit a whole other dick inside it, with faint traces of blood mixing in with his precome and the lubricant the tentacle was trailing after itself. His ass also felt like it was being stretched much wider than at the start, and yet nothing hurt.

"Fuck, just realized you probably secrete some analgesic."

Kon, who had been gasping into Tim's shoulder with convulsing shudders, looked up. "Huh?" Tim had never seen his eyes so glassy and vacant.

His thoughts were cut off by the warm press of Kyle's rim around the head of his dick. Tim shuddered, thrusting up into the tight heat, his way eased by the tentacle already penetrating Kyle and dripping lubricant in its wake. He looked up fearfully, looking for permission or forgiveness.

Kyle was looking back at Kon with a frown, his hips still held in Kon's grip. Their eyes met and Kyle shrugged. "Not even the most unexpected or strangest sex I've had this week. Outer space is fucking weird, man. Don't sweat it." He shifted his hip back and pressed deeper onto Tim, his lips parting over a contented sigh. Tim watched the curve of Kyle's mouth, fascinated by how much more attractive the man was up close and horny. Not like Kyle was normally lacking in good looks. 

Though he couldn't see it, Tim's dick felt like it was swollen to the size of a fist. He feared that any moment now, the horrible pain would start and it would split down the center like a sausage breaking its casing and the horrible visual only made him want to come harder.

Time seemed to dilate. He found himself caught between endless pleasure and dreams, head rolling back onto Kon's shoulder and Kyle's voice coming from somewhere far away. "Huh. Yeah, I really don't think things are meant to do that."

His dick was twitching and he could no longer tell if he was coming or even awake.

Tim shook the sleep from his eyes, propping himself up on one elbow as best as he could, still connected to both Kon and Kyle. All three of them had been lying on their side. So he must have lost consciousness after all.

Kon was out like a light. 

Kyle had his head cushioned in one arm and was idly playing with the tentacle that was peeking from his dick, curling around his fingers lazily. He looked up at Tim with sleepy eyes.

"My advice?" He paused to yawn and stretch, his ass squeezing around Tim's soft dick. "Get Bats to make you some custom condoms. You think someone's dick going in your ass and coming out your dick is weird? Don't wait to find out what getting knocked up by an alien is like."

Forget condoms.

Tim was never bottoming ever again.

Sweat

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ship: Damian Wayne/Jason Todd/Duke Thomas/Tim Drake
words: 1.4k
content: armpit worship, boys will be boys

Sweat damian/jason/duke/tim, armpit worship - for ME uwu

Damian's nose was pressed too firmly to his underarm for the feeling to be ticklish. Jason could feel himself blushing and hardening as Damian moaned and pressed closer, pushing Jason painfully into the lockers behind him. Damian's wet tongue brushed against his skin, seemingly unconsciously, accidentally slipping past his parted lips, but the next moment, Damian's whole mouth was pressed firmly to Jason's pit, sucking so hard Jason's vision went spotty.

"What the hell am I looking at?" 

Tim and Duke stood in the doorway, flushed and sweaty from their workouts and mouths agape.

Damian spun around, pressing his back Jason's chest in panic. "You," he breathed, as though Tim and Duke had no right to be here, as though he'd forgotten entirely that they were in the shared dressing room.

Jason clapped Damian on the shoulder reassuringly. "Just satisfying a little teenage curiosity. Why don't you guys hit the showers; you reek."

The guys didn't move.

"What kind of curiosity?" Duke asked.

"Apparently armpits are sensitive enough to be erogenous zones," Tim replied mildly without tearing away his gaze, "but how Todd could convince Damian to suck his stanky armpit is beyond me."

"Hey, I'm not in the business of convincing sixteen year olds to be doing me any weird favors in the locker room," Jason said, lifting both hands defensively. He was already guilty as charged of fooling around in a weird way with someone way younger than him. He didn't need any additional blame.

Damian lifted his chin defiantly. "Not that any of you could convince me to do anything I deemed below me anyway."

"So you just walked up to Todd and asked, 'Hey can I sniff your pit?' Weird," said Tim, scrunching up his nose.

That's not exactly what happened, but it was a good enough summary. The real version of the story also involved Damian trying to hide his erection and angrily slamming Jason into the lockers when that failed. Also Damian hadn't used so many words. It was pretty cute, actually, the way he'd nosed shyly to his destination, breathing so rough you'd think he was already getting sucked off.

"Wanna sniff mine?" Duke asked jokingly, lifting his left arm to show off his hairy pit and strong tricep. Tim grinned at him.

Oof, wrong move, thought Jason as Damian tensed, pressing himself harder against Jason.

"Yes."

The two guys across the bench from them jerked out of whatever other joke they were sharing, looking at Damian with wide eyes.

"Seriously?"

"I'm always serious, Thomas."

Duke looked to Tim. Then he shrugged and came forward. "What the hell. Knock yourself out, kid."

Yeah, that's what Jason had said.

Tim came trailing behind Duke, peering at Damian and Jason curiously, eyes catching onto Jason's boner and giving him a reproachful stare.

Jason shrugged and turned his attention to Duke, who was stepping over the bench and once again lifting his arm. Phew. Yeah, the smell was just about enough to knock someone out. Not that he was any better after a workout.

Damian, however, latched on like a remora, moaning as he wrapped his hands around Duke's waist, wiping that sheepish grin right off his face as he stared down at Damian in shock. Duke stood still, only his eyes wandering between Jason and Timm, looking for clues on how to react in such a situation.

"Huh," Tim said, as though he'd just learned something new and deeply fascinating, perhaps even useful. He listed his arm experimentally and took a sniff, but made a face. Then he looked at Jason and raised his brows, as if to say, "You interested?"

Jason rolled his eyes. "I guess I'll go hit the shower if you're done with me." He had only just pushed away from the lockers when Damian's hand swung out to grip the top of his shorts.

"Stay, Todd."

And then Damian was back, pressing close, still keeping one fist balled up in Duke's tank, licking at Jason's chest where it met his bicep until Jason obliged and lifted his arm again.

Tim raised his brows at Duke.

Duke shrugged. "Feels really good, actually."

Jason could feel Tim's curiosity starting to boil over. Along with the jealous tilt to his mouth, he could see what was coming from a mile away.

"Alright, I'll bite. What's a guy gotta do to get his armpit licked around here?"

Damian ignored him and switched back to Duke, leaving Jason's underarm wet and cold and his dick harder than ever. Reaching out with one hand, he tugged the elastic of Damian's shorts down experimentally. Just half an inch of skin, nothing major. Rather than turning around and stabbing him to death, Damian perked his ass up a little.

Well.

That was as much encouragement as a guy really needed.

Jason reached over and pulled Damian's shorts and jockstrap down with both hands, letting them flutter to his ankles.

"Whoa, hey," Duke breathed, looking at him with wide eyes. "We really doing this?"

Jason shrugged, drawing both of them close as he wrapped his hand around Damian and gave him an experimental squeeze. 

Damian bucked wildly, letting his mouth fall from Duke's armpit and moaning.

"Here's your chance, Timmy," said Jason, turning to Tim, who was straight up stewing by now.

Glaring at Jason but a slave to his curiosity, Tim stepped over the bench, and exchanging a brief glare with Damian, lifted his arm as he pressed close. 

Damian didn't need any convincing.

He pressed his nose into Tim's underarm hair and sniffed deeply before licking over the whole area. The somewhat hostile look on Tim's face melted immediately, leaving him looking surprised and just short of delighted. He pressed in closer, grabbing hold of the back of Damian's head.

"Don't suffocate the kid," said Duke, looking amused and palming himself through his shorts.

"If he didn't want to suffocate, he should have picked a different fetish,'' said Tim, closing his eyes contentedly.

Damian pulled away, his hair getting mussed as it slipped from Tim's grip, and turned back to Duke, aiming for his right armpit this time, bucking up into Jason's grip and letting Jason rub himself against his backside without complaint.

Damian came with a short cry, muffled by Duke's skin, still holding tight to both Duke and Tim, his hips becoming even more pliant in allowing Jason to get off against him. Thrusting a few more times, Jason came right in his shorts, imagining being buried to the hilt in that tight ass.

Tim pulled Damian's face back to himself. "Hope you don't mind, Duke."

"By all means," said Duke, pulling out his own dick and stroking it as he watched Damian eat Tim's armpit out.

"I hope you don't mind, Timmy, but I'd like another turn too," said Jason and manhandled Damian to face him. Their eyes met and Jason got a good look at blown out pupils under heavy lids, mouth swollen and wet. Damian was pliant as a rag doll, so far from his usual self, as Jason lifted his left arm and offered up the still sticky with sweat pit Damian hadn't tasted yet.

Damian moaned as he settled into it, both hands gripping Jason's pecs tightly.

Pulling his gaze from the mop of hair under his arm, he found both Tim and Duke jerking off, eyes zeroed in on Damian's tight naked ass. Reaching down, Jason grabbed hold of Damian's left ass cheek and pulled it to the side.

"Fifty points to whoever lands closest."

Damian shuddered against him at the words and reached his own hand back to grab his other cheek and pull it wide too.

Cursing and hissing, Tim and Duke both shuffled closer, picking up the pace but keeping their strokes shallow to aim more precisely. Damian stuck his ass out further. Tim came first, dead on target, and Duke second, shooting right over where Tim's come had landed. They pressed in, shuddering and kissing Damian's back, rubbing their dicks and his fingers over his messy asshole. Damian's slack mouth breathed hot and damp against his skin.

Jason's own fingers joined theirs, thinking about whether he'd be able to get it back up and convince Damian to let him hit it properly.

"Alfred, what's the likelihood of that?"

It came echoing from the hallway up into the manor, but scrambling to pull their shorts back up and disappear into the showers, the boys never heard what Alfred replied.

Parasite

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