damian loves dick
masteroftherebels replied to your post: So…I just realized I haven’t really written…
DICKDAMIAN CANDY. THAT IS MY PROMPT.
Summary: Damian loves
candy Dick dick. nsfw.
Dick was never going to look at a lollipop the same way again. Not with the way Damian’s tongue kept curving around his cock, eyes fluttering closed at the taste before taking as much of him as possible in his mouth.
It was as if he was trying to suck more of that taste out of him. And holy shit, was it working. Dick was aware of each time he leaked more precum, because Damian’s tongue would run down over his slit, greedily devouring it as if it were his favorite candy.
The boy wasn’t even trying to get Dick off. Not really. The fist Damian had at the base of Dick’s erection was merely there to hold it up as he feasted. It was as if Dick was there more for Damian’s pleasure than anything else. Which would actually explain the handcuffs perfectly.
Dick tried to refrain from arching his back. All it really did, he learned, was pull his hips away from that delicious mouth, and Damian never made any attempts at chasing him. But sometimes, he couldn’t help it. After one particularly skilled suck that had Damian dragging his lips up towards the head while his tongue teased at the rim, Dick was positive he was going to lose it. He was going to blow and it was going to miss the intended target of Damian’s mouth because Dick’s back was bowed at a nearly impossible and there was a dull ache around the base of his penis that took him a moment to realize was Damian’s fingers holding him far too tightly.
So Dick resorted to begging.
He begged for Damian to loosen his grip, to start up a proper rhythm to keep him from going insane, to let him thrust his hips, to let him fuck Damian’s mouth, because it was too much. His cock was too hard, his balls were drawn too tight, the fire in his gut burned too hot, and the casual way Damian was now licking up his saliva on the shaft was too innocent.
The grin that formed on on Damian’s face as Dick resorted to mindless cursing was obscene. His teeth flashed. His tongue remained out as it froze in its position of laving up the left side of its treat. His blue eyes opened and fixed Dick with a look that was nothing short of triumphant mirth.
Gazes locked, Damian moved far too slowly for Dick’s liking while he dragged his upper lip over the domed head of his cock, sealing his mouth just as released his grip on the base, deep throating him in one smooth movement.
Dick saw stars as he felt Damian’s throat constrict around him. He could hear his shout echoing on the walls of the bedroom. He felt a pressure on his hips which made him aware of his muscles straining against Damian’s hold to thrust forward. The realization did nothing but make him try harder, causing Damian to curl his fingers and press his fingernails into Dick’s skin in warning.
The warning was met with a gasp and Dick was finally coming. He was coming and that tongue — Jesus Christ, that tongue — was continuously running over his head, greedily lapping up and swallowing every last bit Dick had to offer.
Damian eventually slowed, but refused to stop until Dick began to soften. He looked disappointed once he finally released Dick and leaned back on his haunches. The look vanished, though, as Damian rose up on his knees to pull down his underwear.
“It’s interesting how you always seem to forget that I never do this for your benefit.” Damian’s voice was hoarse and shaky, a small sign of just how truly turned on he was right now.
Dick licked his lips and swallowed, trying to moisten his dry mouth after heaving for breath for so long as Damian crawled up his body, not stopping until he was straddling Dick’s wide chest.
Damian reached out to grab the headboard for support, canting his hips towards Dick’s mouth, not bothering to give the older man time to appreciate the way his erection positively glistened with the amount of precum it was covered in.
Shifting as much as his handcuffs allowed him to, Dick improved his angle for Damian and took in what he could. He had nowhere near the finesse Damian had, but he blamed the compromising position. And the fact that Damian would never allow it. Because by the time Damian was done with him, he was always too close, always too desperate for release to bother with endearments and techniques.
So Dick settled with providing a hole for Damian to spill into as he fucked his mouth. And in exchange, Dick’s ears took in every each and every small lilt that Damian’s gasps ended in, even as the boy tried to bite his bottom lip against them.
In no time at all, Damian’s release was spilling down Dick’s throat, his fingers carded in the back of Dick’s hair as Damian held his head in place against him, his hips trembling as Dick’s last name tumbled almost silently from Damian’s lips.
Dick swallowed it all in.
Too soon, Damian was pulling away, scooting to the edge of the bed to retrieve his clothes, knowing that before he was even dressed, Dick would be out of the handcuffs and placing them in his nightstand drawer with his collection of other items Damian never bothered to take back with him.
In that same light, Dick knew Damian would be gone before he could ask him to stay, belatedly realizing that, once again, Damian had mistakenly made off Dick’s shirt instead of his own in his haste to leave to avoid the invitation.