#clarkdami

Well then Bruce has to be there when Clark fucks Damian too, to make sure he doesn't hurt Damian. No other reason. And Jon's there because he's learning the best ways to do it. And while they're all there, well, might as well let Jon go right after. It saves time, honestly. They all have such busy schedules, you know? And Damian keeps looking towards Bruce to make sure this is all really okay, so if he accidentally moans his name when Jon's testing out the super speed, it's not even a big deal. Really. Bruce isn't hard about it at all. He's definitely not going to climb into the bed and finger all the come out of him when Jon and Clark are done, telling him how good he did. Nope.

Fucking him so sweetly, so gently, but he's still wearing those cute little shorts and Clark just pulls them back up when he's done. His come still leaking from Damian, being sent stumbling back to Jon's room in a daze.

Then Jon's right beside him, mocking, repeating the same thing Damian said when Bruce had him like that. "If you can't focus through a distraction, you'll never be a very good hero." Damian didn't go easy on him last round when Bruce had Jon by the face. When Bruce was tilting his head back, cock fully buried inside, grinding in so deep it'd probably hurt if he wasn't half-Kryptonian. When Jon's eyelashes were all wet and clumped together, and Bruce was just watching him shake apart and gasp without even moving.

Ahhhh, Damian laying on Bruce's chest, Bruce holding him so tightly while Clark's between their legs. Pressing a hand to the small of Damian's back to keep both still, just for the moment. Damian already looking so stretched around Bruce's cock, but there's still plenty of room. Clark can slide a finger in. Two. Three. And Damian's all but begging for it even before that point. Just look at how wet he is, practically dripping a puddle into the sheets. Clark slowly, inch by inch, bullying his way inside Damian right beside Bruce. Both of them groaning about how tight he is. Bruce panting in Damian's ear, talking about giving him another brother when hips start pumping up into him. Clark pulling back and pushing in hard enough to slide them both up the bed, grabbing at Bruce's thigh for leverage, asking how he feels about twins. They're absolutely going to leave that boy a whimpering, drooling mess

Except within five minutes of them taking over and sitting down, Damian's already dropping to his knees between Clark's legs and fumbling to get his cock out of the uniform so he can sit with it in his mouth. Clark slowing him down and petting his hair, telling him they have eight hours and there's no need to rush. Peeling off the Robin mask when he looks up, irritated about being stopped. Clark pushing his fingers into Damian's mouth instead, playing with his tongue and getting him drooling, seeing how deep Damian can take three of his fingers without gagging. Holding Damian's chin, thumb between his teeth, keeping his mouth open, when Clark finally pulls his cock out and guides it between his already swollen lips.