Title: Unraveling at the Seams
Rating: this thing is filthy
Word Count: 1,546
Summary: Damian gets hit with Sex Pollen for the first time and isn’t sure who to turn to
His vision goes blurry and his lungs are so tight that he’s forgotten what it’s like to really breathe. He’s tight as a zip line, full of something like electricity and white sparks and stars. But he keeps running, the cold wind easing the heat rolling through him, scared that if he stops it’ll consume him. Keeps moving quick across dark, dirty rooftops in the hopes that he can outrun it. But he’s not in his right mind, not thinking right, because there’s no outrunning something that’s already inside him, sinking claws and fangs into his brainmusclesbones, turns them to liquid.
He vaults across the open air and lands on the fire escape clumsily, can’t even think straight to chastise himself because his foot’s already through the glass, knocking out the rest so he can crawl in.
“What the fuck?!”
Damian doesn’t answer because his chest heaves, eyes fluttering, lightheaded with all this want and need and something he’s not completely familiar with, crawling over his arms and up his neck and down between his legs, and he doesn’t know what to do with it all.
There’s a hand suddenly on his shoulder and he bites back a whimper, the bare skin sending ripples of heat along his shoulder even beneath cloth, and jerks away before he does something pathetic and desperate and please god help me make it stop or ease this burning I don’t know which.
He stumbles away, trying to put distance between him and Jason because he doesn’t even know why he’s here and he can feel the leer trained on his back.
“You smell like fruit and flowers.”
He feels like he’s covered in bees and his whole body is thrumming, screaming at him; his hands shaking violently as he catches himself on the edge of a table and distantly hears the crash of things he’s knocked off the edge.
“Poor Babybat. This must be your first time getting hit by Ivy’s Sex Pollen.”
“Shut up!” he yells and Jason is laughing, a deep sound that rolls over him and he realizes belatedly his hands have unclipped his cape and are tugging at his attaché belt, yanks them away like they are not his, offended and confused.
“Well, it’s about time honestly.”
He shouldn’t even have come here, but he couldn’t go back to the manor, not with Dick’s damn concern and fussing, and Drake. Jason seemed logical when he had no capability for real thinking, probably knows what this infernal drug is and how to make it go away.
There’s those hands on his arms again; Jason helping unclip buckles, Jason breathing hot against his ear, Jason peeling away his domino mask, Jason rubbing this thigh, until the heavy thud of the belt on the floor shakes Damian out of his heated stupor. He pushes Jason away, pushes past him to Jason’s bedroom. Maybe there he can just take care of this by himself.
“Let me help, Kitten. After all, what are big brothers for?” Jason is saying smugly, but it sounds warped in Damian’s ears, muted like he’s underwater. “I can see how bad it hurts, and it’s only gonna get worse. The best antidote is a warm hand around your cock.”
Damian chokes back a moan, can feel the fire rushing along his skin at Jason’s words, slams the bedroom door shut because he doesn’t trust Jason and he doesn’t trust himself and the world tilts as his dick throbs insistently. He itches and can’t quit squirming, spandex rubbing his sensitive skin raw, just needs to get his clothes off like an hour ago.
He doesn’t notice the dirty room around the single mattress pushed up against one wall, just falls into it and gasps high and needy. His fingers fumble in the race to get the robin outfit off, ends up tripping one of his own safety wires and the stinging shock to his fingers make his teeth clack it hurts so bad. But it’s quick pain, searing heat so quick that it sets his nerves on fire and makes him whine in want. Makes his fingers fly faster and clumsier.
And then he finally gets his hands around himself and he makes a sound he didn’t even know he could and his hips jerk up as his toes begin to cramp up at how tightly he’s curling them. But Jason’s in the door way, watching him with obvious appreciation.
“Get out,” Damian hisses, but can’t seem to stop his hands; can’t stop one from jerking himself off and the other scratching at the inside of his thigh because it’s not enough and he’s shaking and trembling and panting as his muscles contract in frustration.
“Oh c’mon, you’re wound so tight,” Jason says as he stalks closer, grin bright through the darkness. Damian is powerless to disagree as his whole body jerks when Jason shifts up the mattress over him, hips canting up into his hand like an invitation and Jason’s grin splits wide and sharp. “I’ll take real good care of you, baby. I know what you want. Fuck you real good.”
There’s hands on him, skin on skin, tacky with sweat and some weird textured substance his skin’s been secreting ever since he stumbled into Jason’s apartment; and holy shit he barely realizes how he gasps and begs for it, chewing on his bottom lip and tossing his head, wants those hands all over him spreading sharp sparks like comets. Fuck me please please please just fuck me Jason get on with it. Grabbing Jason’s shoulders and wrapping his legs around him anyway he can and rolling his aching dick up into his stomach for the friction because it hurts so fucking bad and Jason groans, mumbles how he sounds like a fucking slut for him and how hot it is and Damian can barely think straight anymore, Jason biting through his bottom lip until iron floods his mouth and there’s fingers slicking their way inside his mouth. Strings of saliva and blood coat Jason’s fingers and he’s pulling his hand away, chuckling at how Damian whines and then keens because they’re pushing between his ass and he tries to wiggle down into them. It burns and almost tears and he’s gasping, pushing into them, his whole body trembling and protesting and please please please Jason it’s not enough.
Two fingers working him open. Three. Crooks them. Damian’s seeing stars. Finally finally finally. He twists his hands in his own hair, eyes shut tightly in overwhelming frustration and sensation, sobbing as those thick fingers thrust in and out of him quick and ruthless. It’s just what he needs. So perfect. Thighs shaking as a litany of pleas and foreign curse words tumble from his mouth.
“Pretty little bird,” Jason coos, and it sounds so fucking filthy rolling off his tongue with four fingers now up to the knuckles in his ass.
Damian writhes, doesn’t have any real control over his own body anymore, hurry the fuck up Jason I’m going to die.
And Jason’s mouth is all over him. Kissing up his thighs, biting hard at his hips, as his fingers hook sharp and Jason licks at his quivering abdomen. Damian’s skin tastes overly sweet, makes his tongue a little thick with the traces of pollen. He only just gets his other hand wrapped around Damian’s dick before he’s coming with a wrecked sob, cheeks wet, hips jerking and his entire being swept away with a layer of something like static electricity like sticky sweet soda and pop rocks and Jason works him through it, jabs at his prostate just to watch him squirm and his face screw up around the painful pleasure that fucks up his sense of time. Yeah that’s it baby feels good doesn’t it? I’m gonna make you feel a lot better don’t worry gonna fuck you hard and thorough until all the pollen’s gone and you’re just a cold husk Dickiebird wouldn’t be able to satisfy you like I will.
Jason’s impressed with the potency of the dose, because Damian’s erection doesn’t even waver, just stays hard and raw and needy. He pulls his fingers free, groans at the way Damian’s ass clamps down frantically in the effort to keep him inside, Damian whining at the empty feeling that leaves him too fucking hot and like the need is going to crawl up his throat and choke him.
Jason tugs his clothes off and hums deep in his throat, because Damian’s being driven completely insane and is already pushing his own fingers into his stretched hole, trying to feel full again, trying to elevate that painful ache. Shaking because he just got off but it’s barely made a dent and his pupils are blown so wide. Come on Jason fuck me it’s not enough stop making me beg dammit I can take it.
“Shh, I’ve got you, baby.” Because Damian’s reactions to the pollen scream virgin and he’s not ashamed to admit that it makes him hard in his jeans to know that he’s getting the kid first. That he’s gonna be the one to hold that little, lithe body down and wrench the most sinful sounds from him, push his legs open and fuck him to honest tears.