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Tonight at Wayne Manor, a gala party is being held to please Gotham's upper class. One of those parties Jason can't stand attending, having to talk to people he detests while flashing a fake smile, pretending to pay attention to some unnecessary comment about his appearance.
Nights like this make Jason hate being the youngest son.
Jason loves having an older brother, but all the guests insist on talking about how he should follow in Grayson's footsteps. How Grayson was so much more handsome at his age. How Grayson was always so elegant. Grayson this, Grayson that, and Grayson...
To make matters worse, Jason came out as an omega last year. After this information reached the press, the parties at the mansion became a hundred times worse. It was just another reason for them to gossip about him. But Jason was lucky. Tonight, Richard would be coming to the mansion. Since his older brother moved to Bludhaven, he's stopped attending most of the events. Always so far away. Perhaps, finally, they could have some peace with the spotlight being on someone else this time.
After taking a nice hot shower, which he insisted on using ever since Bruce took him in, Jason walked to his bed and saw a dress on it, along with a note—"I'd like you to wear this tonight. B."— And that's what he did. He picked up the dress and looked at it closely: it was black and short, with a high neck, sleeveless, ending mid-thigh, and obviously black. Of course Bruce would choose black. Jason looked at himself in the mirror before leaving; his hair was clean and smelled good, his shoulders were bare, his slim waist looked even slimmer in the black, and his thighs were stretching the hem of the dress, almost too much. It was perfect for attracting attention like an omega, seductive and elegant.
He went out the door and headed towards the ballroom to face the tiring night that awaited him, following Bruce's orders. A little over half an hour later, and there he was, talking to a woman who insisted that Jason should meet her grandson, an Alpha who could take very good care of him, according to the lady. Jason just wanted to grab a drink, go to the corner of the room, and be alone for at least five minutes. Is that too much to ask?
While Jason was reconsidering whether he should stay at the party, the woman dropped her cell phone, on which she was showing a picture of her grandson. Jason bent down to pick it up, accidentally giving a perfect view of her wet panties between her legs to anyone behind him. It wasn't long before someone came up behind him and put their hand on his waist. Jason stood up startled to see who it was. When he turned around, he couldn't have been more displeased.
It was Grayson, the star of the night. Who wasn't fulfilling his task of keeping the focus solely on him. And in fact, he was reveling in the sight. The hand that was on his waist moved down to the middle of Jason's legs, to that wettest spot in his underwear. Jason tried not to grimace at the sensation and handed the phone back to the woman.
"Oh, Miss Carey, it's so good to see you again. How's your grandson? I bet he's grown quite a bit." Dick said with a warm smile.
Jason could hear the lady talking about her grandson to Richard, but he could barely concentrate on a word. He didn't even notice when his legs started to carry him away.
"May I steal Jason away from you for a moment?" Dick said as he pulled Jason away with one hand on his waist. He didn't even bother to look back to see what Mrs. Carey was saying.
Dick pulled Jason out of the main hall and guided them to the library, where he was sure no nosy people would be wandering around. The two slowly entered the large room and closed the door behind them. Jason didn't wait another second before complaining, "What do you think you're doing? You can't just come in and touch people like that!" Jason was a step away from slapping Dick. "And you can't go around showing your wet panties to everyone!" Dick retorted sarcastically. Jason blushed instantly, going from pale to almost scarlet red. And the dim light in the room only seemed to intensify things.
"Did you see?" he asked, his embarrassment palpable. "Everyone would have seen if I hadn't gone there," Dick asserted. "That pretty dress of yours doesn't hide anything."
The younger man lowered his head, trying to disguise the fact that he was embarrassed. Ever since he presented himself as an omega, Jay has been almost always wet, and nothing has been resolved so far. "I can take care of my own problems!" he tried to defend himself.
"Are you sure about that, Jaybird?" Dick approached and stood face to face with Jason, pinning him against the door. Wait, is the golden boy trying something with him? A strange tension settled in the library. The wet and inviting scent of the omega was overflowing from Jason, almost like a tempting trap for Dick. And quickly the alpha's pheromones began to emerge to show Jay who was in control.
The omega's eyes gleamed with anxiety and fear. Was he breaking a taboo or fulfilling the dream of many? Regardless, a mad urge propelled him forward to capture Dick's lips; perhaps it was an old desire, or perhaps just a reaction to the Alpha pheromones. Luckily, Jason wasn't stopped as he had imagined in thousands of previous daydreams. In fact, Jason couldn't determine if he or Dick had actually initiated the kiss. In the first moments it seemed like just a longer-than-usual peck, then it became something intense, without any care, just a great hurry to satisfy an unknown desire of both lips. Jason was savoring every second less of breath that was stolen from him by the older man. It was very aggressive, full of teeth and tongue, but it was building a heat that warmed him from the inside out, causing shivers all over his skin.
When shortness of breath became a problem, Dick began to pull away from Jason's mouth, who immediately moved towards him, trying not to lose contact.
Jason stood on tiptoe, placing one hand on Dick's shoulder for support and the other on the nape of his neck, trying to pull him closer. Dick held the omega by the waist and pushed him down, finally separating them. Jason's grip didn't loosen. "Sorry, little wing, I shouldn't—" Dick began.
"Shouldn't have stopped." Jason interrupted, slightly breathless, and moved closer to the brunette again.
Dick didn't allow himself to hesitate any longer and attacked the younger man's mouth once more. Guilt and desire bubbled in his stomach, almost as if he wanted to ask for forgiveness again. Then Jason wrapped his hands around Dick's neck, one of them gently pulling at the small, soft curls. Now, perhaps, he wasn't reconsidering forgiveness. Dick's wandering hands were venturing down the omega's hips and sliding to the hem of the tight dress.
He began to slowly move his kisses down to Jason's neck, leaving several marks there and licking and sucking Jason's mating gland, which had previously been covered by the high collar of the dress. The boy began to shudder and lightly scratch Dick's scalp. After teasing the skin there for a while with hickeys and kisses, Dick promptly knelt down, drawn by the sweet, wet scent coming from between Jason's legs. Dick pulled up the hem of the dress until it reached his navel. He lowered himself until he was face to face with Jason's panties. Before taking them off, Dick breathed deeply there, causing an imminent shiver to run through the other's body. "Why did you do that?!" Jason asked. "Because you smell good," Dick replied as if it were obvious. "Idiot." Jason became even more embarrassed by the compliment.
Dick grinned mischievously and began to slide the panties down. And he stood there, staring in awe. "Stop staring!" Jay complained.
"I can't," Dick replied, mesmerized. He took a deep breath and began to lick Jason's intimate parts. Something between euphoria and excitement began to boil inside Dick, enchanted by the omega's taste, he decided to suck him in an almost punishing rhythm. It was Jason's fault that he was so delicious. And Jason could easily say that he could go crazy just from that. Dick's hot, heavy tongue against his sensitive and equally hot skin was making what was already wet even wetter, not only from Dick's saliva, but also from the pleasure Jason felt with each perfect lick from Dick, which perfectly hit all his hypersensitive nerves. Dick ran his tongue over Jason's clitoris, and this elicited a soft moan from Jason, motivating Dick to continue. The omega already felt his legs trembling, on the verge of orgasm. Too fast, perhaps from anxiety or pheromones. Jason gripped Dick's hair tightly at the top of his head, preventing him from moving even an inch. "Ah, yes, yes, Dick, don't stop, please." Jason begged, so close, so wet, so good. So good in a way he had never imagined before.
A sharp moan echoed through the room, amidst the various books that witnessed the scene. Dick began to lick Jason's clitoris in circular motions, using just the right amount of force and pressure to make him squirt seconds later while squeezing Jay's thighs tighter.
And Jason couldn't understand less. He even felt he could immerse himself in this pleasure forever, instead he swam in the older man's blue eyes that met his own beneath his messy hair; he could mistake them for the sea, but it's salty and his eyes are so sweet now. Their owner made him overflow.
After Dick licked everything he could, he put on an irritating smile. Proud. Handsome. With dimples. Those damn perfect dimples. "You look so beautiful, Jay," he stated proudly after having turned him into a complete mess.
The younger man rested his head against the door behind him. He took a deep breath, trying to regulate his hurried breathing as he sighed tremulously, clearly failing.
"Damn it," Jason groaned at the sight, the word somewhere between a curse and a plea. Dick was a mess too. His once-combed hair was now a complete disaster. It was all wet and dirty, with Jason's juices dripping down his chin.
The older man followed his hands, which had been on Jason's thighs, all the way down until he reached Jay's panties, which were caught between his heels. He carefully removed them and for a brief moment stared at the small omega, trying to attract the other's attention until he was sure he was being seen. He brought the panties to his face and began to use them to wipe all the wet dirt from his face.
"What are you doing?" the boy asked, a little shocked. "Cleaning up your mess," Dick replied, almost rolling his eyes. He wiped his face, tightened his tie around his neck again, and put the panties in his pants pocket. "I'll take this with me, if you don't mind."
Jason protested: "Actually, I do mind! Give it back!" He raised his hand and waited for Dick to do something. Then, when Dick did nothing, he continued. "Or do you expect me to spend the rest of the night without it?" Jason blushed, more than he wanted to admit.
The older boy walked to the door and gripped the handle. "If you want it back so badly, meet me in my room after the party, sweetheart." Dick gave a cheeky wink and headed towards the party without even waiting for Jason's reply.
Alone, Jason sighed.