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ship: Damian Wayne/Jason Todd/Duke Thomas/Tim Drake
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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.