Ā
And Damian said not to touch so that means no touching, no matter how unbearably slow heās going.Ā
Ā
But his thighs are trembling and heās sweating and it feels like he canāt breathe. Which is probably why he only just realized that heās gasping. He clenches his fists and moans weakly when he feels that little puff of air against his dick. And beggingĀ isnātenough.
Ā
āI thought I told you to control your vibrating.ā
Ā
He should be used to it by now, the look he gets whenever he canāt comply with Damianās demands quick enough, but heās not. Even without looking he knows the exact slant of the frown and furrow of brows that make his cheeks flush with not-quite shame. Like he thinks heās stupid.Ā
Bart tenses, lips twisting to part, but then thereās breathĀ on himĀ again, and where he wants to growl he squawks.
āIām trying, okay?!ā
It sounds weak, especially at the end where the word cuts off into a harsh exhale. Heās not even capable of a glare at this point, not with his overbearing partner trying to squash him flat. If it werenāt for who Damian was heād be surprised that heād managed to retain his grip on his thighs, every centimeter closer to his body only increasing the steadily growing humming between them.
Damian shifts, suddenly, moves one of Bartās legs impossibly closer to his chest, and the speedster doesnāt have time to cry out from the pain because DamianĀ movesĀ and heās too busy crying out in pleasure instead. Sparks dance across his vision and heĀ canāt help it.Ā He vibrates, canāt stay still any longer, and he drags his hand forward, almost has it around his leaking cock and-
Damian snatches it and pins it beside him with bruising force, andĀ thatĀ look is back and-
āI said no touching, Allen,ā he practically snarls, but somehow itās less effective with the flush thatās creeping across his face.
āThenfuckingtouchmeeee,ā Bart hisses as he tries to attempt some sort of awkward thrust. Only it fails and Damian looks as if heās going to laugh just to spite him. How can someone be soĀ mean? It really isnāt fair. He doesnāt evenĀ knowĀ why Damian is bending him this way in the first place.
But Damian licks a slow stripe up the side of his cock regardless and heās pretty sure he canāt close his eyes any tighter but he tries anyways. And Damian looks way too fucking smug as he leans forward, stretching his neck so that he can mouth Bartās leaking tip.
Bashing his head back against the sofa cushions is a well justified reaction.
It comes as no surprise when fingers, sudden and shaking, collide clumsily with the side of his face. When he pulls back its to the sight of Bart scrabbling blind, the trill of a displeased whine sounding the moment the tail end of his breaths fail to graze his skin. The brunette isnāt even trying to contain his shaking anymore; the tips of Damianās fingers have gone numb, and if his grip is a tad too tight then maybe the dense speedster deserves the tiny bruises that are sure to form as a result.Ā
To his amusement it takes all of a millisecond for Bart to realize heāsĀ stopĀ stopped. Gold eyes are on him and he doesnāt miss the skip in humming like a failing heartbeat, the sigh of relief as he lowers his head again to reward possibly a bitĀ tooĀ audible. Fingers return, against his cheek, along the rim of his ear, until heās forced to pull back when they sneak around to the nape of his neck andĀ pull. He chokes, can hear Bartās moan as he coughs, and heās not quite fast enough to bark out a retort when Bartās breath hiccups oddly and thereās something wet sliding down his brow. And then something wet sliding down his cheek. And then something wet on his chin.
And then Bart is licking him. Bart is fuckingĀ lickingĀ him.Ā He starts to recoil backwards, in anger, becauseĀ how dare he.Ā But then Bart is yanking his head back again, and their lips collide and Damian isnāt sure how to feel about that. Because the kiss is all sloppy andĀ wetĀ and-
Bart rolls his hips and makes an āumphā sound against his mouth and then finally allows Damian to draw back, leaving a string of saliva between their mouths. The leg Damian isnāt holding falls down to wrap around his hip, to pull their bodies impossibly closer together. And then Bart drags his head down again to lick a stripe across his jawline, fingers digging almost painfully into his scalp.
And he probably should have realized it before but Damian is still wearing clothes. His schoolās recommended cream filled coffee colored slacks to be exact. And the matching, navy blue polo. Bart isnāt one to be complicated, he isnāt picky at all but he definitely has to add this to the list of things he prefers. He leans back a bit and reaches forward, digging his fingers into the waistband of Damianās pants and ohā¦Ā Oh.
He may or may not have just moaned because he feelsĀ nothingĀ but skin. Damianās responding grin is toothy, perverse and twisted, and itās accompanied by a leer that makes Bart feel a tad bit dirty. Dirtier. And he does a quick little shake, lowering his eyebrows, shaking again because he really canāt help himself.
āAllen.ā Itās an impatient hiss. Which is completely unfair because up until a few moments ago he wasnāt even allowed tospeak, let alone complain.
Bart slides his hands along the waistband of the slacks, fumbling one-handed with the button, tugging the zipper down. All the while Damian is still moving against him, still gripping his leg too tightly, bending it in a way that most normal legs donāt bend. Bart grunts as he leans forward a little more, back arching almost painfully, and tugs the pants down. And, sure enough, Damian isnāt wearing underwear of any kind. His cock is flushed and dripping and Bart wants to,Ā needsĀ to touch it, and his hand is almost there, fingertips brushing the tip briefly before Damian snatches his wrist away, breathing raggedly as he replaces it with his own hand.
Bart watches, fascinated, as Damian thumbs the head, smears the shiny liquid thatās collected there. And then Damian is leaning forward and Bart cries out as the other boy slides his member between his legs, teasing him with it, dragging it over his ass and his balls before grasping both of them tightly and giving a slow, lazy stroke.
It doesnāt take long before Bart is hard again, fidgeting so much that Damian has to stop completely andĀ glareĀ at him. Bart smiles at him, almost sheepishly, at least until Damian squeezes them both. All Bart can do at that point isĀ tryĀ to be still, which results in him trembling anyway, and take a deep breath so that he can whisper, āPleasepleaseplease.ā And DamianĀ groans, a low raspy noise that makes his cock throb almost painfully.Ā
āShh- Shut up and tell me, Allen,ā Damian says. He finally lets go of Bartās thighs, settling for sliding his hand up and down Bartās side. He can feel the muscles under Bartās skin jump. Clench and unclench. It takes everything in him to ignore the urge to fuck the speedster into the itchy sofa. He closes his eyes. āSpeak up,Ā now.ā
Instead, Bart raises a shaky hand, pressing two fingers between his lips andĀ sucks, swirls his tongue around them, letting out a tiny noise that raises the hairs on the back of Damianās neck. He bucksĀ hardĀ against Bart and they both share a moan. Bartās eyes are wide, pupils completely blown when he finally pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop. And ohgodohgodĀ heās pressing them against his opening, wiggling his way in with a sharp intake of breath, whining a high pitched note every time he clenches around them.
āD-Damian!āĀ
Damianās cock twitches against Bartās and he chokes out a breath, eyes glued to the speedsterās thrusting fingers as he drags his fist loosely over their touching cocks. Bart is panting, twitching with every little noise he makes.Ā
He has to take a few steps back, to justĀ watchĀ Bart. The way he slides his fingers in and out, slowly, teasing himself. Still twitching occasionally and DamianĀ knowsĀ heās crooking his fingers on every slow thrust in, scissoring his fingers inside to stretch himself open. He lets out another noise, shaky and desperate, and Damian suddenly remembers to breathe again. He jerks forward, bending low and taking the boys thighs in hand, squeezing them hard, dragging him forward until his legs are over his shoulders. The speedsterās fingers slide out of himself as he moves to grab at the sofa, trying to find purchase.
Anticipation isnāt the word for what Bart feels when Damian draws closer with possibly the dirtiest look heās ever seen. The tails of his shirt tickle the backs of his inner thighs and he lets out another shaky moan, squeezing his eyes closed. Damian tilts his head and mouths his way down Bartās cock, tongue leaving a wet trail as it darts out for a taste. He hums softly as he runs his tongue over his balls, pressing his lips lightly against them before continuing downwards.
āOhhn-ā Itās the only sound that Bart can make before he stops breathing completely, because Damian is licking himĀ there. Licking himĀ open. He cups the curve of his ass, spreading him wide, sliding deeper. He curls his tongue just as Bartās body starts to tremble, turning quickly into a full bodyĀ hum.Ā Damian slides a hand up to dig nails into his leg, taking a moment to turn his head and drag his teeth over the inside of Bartās thigh, biting down softly.
And Bart squirms, fingers finding their way into Damianās hair, tugging. Heās gasping for air, making the sexiest little noises, babbling in a constant stream, too fast to distinguish one word from the other. And Damian occasionally makes out the word, āPlease,ā but thatās about it.
Damian moves to swipe his tongue across his opening again, once, twice, and then he pulls back and Bart whimpers pitifully. He ignores him, shrugging Bartās legs off his shoulders and sliding his way back up his body. Bart clings to his shoulders, dragging him down to bury his face against his shoulder.Ā
āHoldĀ on,Ā Allen,ā he whispers, pulling away to fumble with his discarded pants. Bart nods frantically when he hears the soft pop of a bottle opening and he catches sight of Damian slicking his cock, hand gliding over it with a squelching noise. Damianās face is flushed, and his mouth opens in a slight pant as he guides himself to Bartās entrance. He gives Bart a look to which the boy responds with a quick nod. And then he pushes in slowly, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth.
BartĀ blurs,Ā clenching tight around him with an inhuman noise, fingers scrabbling against the sofa.
āStop,Ā stop,ā Damian gasps and falls forward, bracing a hand against the back of the couch, head hanging as heĀ shakesĀ and tries to compose himself. The brunette whines but slows considerably, his leg jerking where itās pinned oddly against his chest. Damian inhales deeply before sliding out, slow enough that Bart wiggles his hips in anticipation, hands clenching and unclenching against the sofa.
He draws in a second deep breath before slamming back in and Bart cries his name, tossing his head back. The speedster clenches tighter around him and Damian digs his nails deeper into his leg, his other hand tightening itās grip on the back of the sofa. Bart rolls his hips forward to meet the next thrust and Damian knows heās not going to last like this, not if he keeps moving like that.Ā
Heās panting, mouth open wide, hoarse little noises escaping him as he rocks his hips against Bart in a slow steady rhythm. And heĀ hasĀ to change his positioning. Itās the only way he can manage to save face.Ā
He realizes too late that one of Bartās legs is free, that itāll be his undoing as it prevents him from pulling away to catch his bearings. Itās thrumming, wrapped tight around his waist like a snake, and he chokes on a shout as Bart reels him back in at a speed he isnāt quite ready for. He swears loudly, and he can only hope that no one will notice the finger sized holes in the sofa.
Damian makes a high pitched noise and rakes his fingers painfully down Bartās side, wrapping them around the speedsterās weeping cock. He gives him a quick squeeze before pumping with uneven strokes in a rhythm thatās nothing near the frantic pace heās setting now with his hips. And on each thrust in, he hits that little bundle of nerves and thenĀ squeezesĀ him. And then Bartās eyes fly shut and heĀ vibrates. Breathing becomes impossible and he doesnāt notice that heās making short little gasps every time Damianās hips slam against him.
He barely even notices when Damian chokes out his name, slams forward particularly hard and thenĀ stops,Ā hips falling still as he sags against Bart, breathing heavily. And Bart trembles because heāsĀ not finished yetĀ and Damian is still stroking him. So slowly, lazily. And itāsĀ not fair.
Damian pushes himself back slowly, his eyes half-lidded and his chest rising and falling rapidly. He puffs out a particularly loud breath as he supports himself on one arm. His cheeks are still flushed slightly but itās more so from exertion than anything else.Ā
āC-come on,Ā Allen,ā he whispers, hoarsely, and he slides his hand back up Bartās cock. Gliding his thumb over the slick tip and back down again to squeeze at the base. And he sounds almost desperate, āBart,Ā come for me.ā
And Bart does, sobbing out Damianās name and choking on the word, his entire body blurring around the edges. He spills himself over Damianās still moving hand and all over his nice shirt, and DamianĀ smirksĀ at him before dragging his tongue over his cum soaked hand. BartĀ watchesĀ him, golden eyes wide.Ā
And then Damian moves to get up, only to have Bart grab his hand and stop him. He glares back at the speedster, ignoring the hopeful look on his face and the way heĀ triesĀ to bat his eyelashes invitingly. Bart bites his bottom lip nervously as he tugs on Damianās arm. And after a few short moments, Damian stops resisting. He drapes most of his body over Bartās and buries his face against the crook of his shoulder to justĀ inhaleĀ deeply. Because thereās something comforting in the way the speedster smells, in the warmth he emanates.
āSo youāre staying?ā Bart says, disrupting the silence.Ā
Damian growls and responds, āDonāt ruin it, Allen.ā
Bart just grins and wraps his arms tightly around him. And DamianĀ definitelyĀ doesnāt return the hug.
At all.
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