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Jason hates undercover jobs. Unfortunately, he’s also cursed with a perfect physique for quite literally any situation. If he needs to be a body guard, or trying to infiltrate a new gang, all he’s gotta do is wrap his chest up and slap on some military grade scent patches, put on a pair of slacks and a tight black tee and all people can see him for are his (very impressive) muscles. He likes those jobs the best, and while he hates spending time to put on prosthetics, he grudgingly admits that they are necessary to hide his identity if he’s somehow compromised.
On the record, or at least on the Batcomputers records, those were the only documented undercover missions Jason has done. Off the record however, when desperate times really called for desperate measures, he can fit into an entirely different role. A corset to show off his tapered waist and push his tits up, fishnets bulging over muscled thighs, and enough makeup to make a drag queen jealous, and he becomes every alpha’s wet dream.
He can’t keep it up for long term, his scars would start to show through the makeup, but for one night it’s not really an issue. Aside from being intensely uncomfortable with all the gross stares and unwanted touches, that is. The toughest part is honestly holding himself back from snapping the wrist of every entitled asshole who thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he’s got a knot on his dick.
He takes a deep, calming breath, going into the back of his closet to fish out the locked trunk he keeps his supplies in, dropping it on his bed and putting in the combination, flicking the clasps off and lifting the lid to reveal his collection of omega clothes. He gently sifts through them, eventually just deciding to lay them out so he could compare.
There is no mission today, it’s one of his rare days off. He holds up a gossamer red dress with a corset top, custom tailored to fit his size. The front of the dress is short, barely reaching mid thigh, while the back is long enough to trail slightly on the ground behind him, and the neckline is nonexistent, meant to be layered over a body suit or some other skin tight top. It’s Jason’s favorite, when he wears it, it pushes his chest up, and if he pairs it with the blood red two inch strappy heels he pulls out of the trunk, he looks like a model for a softcore porn mag.
It’s tempting, but he wore that the last time he did this, and wants to try something new today. He spots a corset top he recently ordered near the top of the pile and gently lifts it up against his body in the mirror. It’s tight around the waist, flaring out a bit at the bottom, and on top it has two cups that look large enough to fit maybe half of his tits in.
Perfect.
He pulls on a pair of sweats, Gotham has been hit with some chilly weather recently, and even though it’s halfway through spring, he still wakes up with frost on his windows sometimes. It’s a bit tricky to tighten and tie the laces on his back, especially since he has to keep his spine straight and can’t do any of the fancy contorting he usually does to reach his back, but he eventually gets it.
Looking in the mirror, it was worth every penny. It’s tight enough to make his waist look downright tiny, flaring out to emphasize his hips, and he needs to tuck his pecs in the cups, but once he does they do stay put, though they bounce with every step, threatening to spill out at any moment. The material is durable, steel wrapped in thin, genuine leather, and comfortable, not catching or chafing on his skin.
He walks around his apartment like that for a bit, until the chill forces him to throw a hoodie on over it. It’s almost more naughty to have it on under his clothes like this, if he didn’t know, he wouldn’t be able to tell he even has it on.
His mouth curls into a wicked grin as his scent spikes around him, layered with a hint of honey as the idea takes root in his mind. He DOES have to run a few errands today, why not have some fun while he’s at it?
It takes a little bit of preparation, he’s already getting wet from the idea alone, so he needs to put on some heat shorts underneath his pants. He swaps out the sweats for a pair of nice slacks, not too dressy but more refined than his usual jeans, which wouldn’t be loose enough to hide the fact that he’s basically got a mix between a pad and an adult diaper on.
Yeah, heat shorts are NOT a good look. They are, however, extremely reliable, and there have been more than a few times where he’s needed to wear them under his gear, and he can vouch for their quality, durability and flexibility. His slacks fit perfectly over the heat shorts, and no matter how he turns or bends, he can’t see the outline, so he calls that a success.
His ratty hoodie comes off next, nipples stiffening and poking into the material on the inside of the corset at the rush of cool air over his mostly exposed chest. Just to be extra careful, Jason takes a pair of padded nipple covers out of his closet, fixing them over his chest in case he starts to milk.
It’s been an annoying, recent development for him, milking. He’s read the medical journals, he knows it’s because he isn’t spending enough time with the pack, so his body is trying to entice them to him with the promise of sweet milk.
An omega’s body is capable of producing two kinds of milk, one for feeding and nourishing their young, and another for pack purposes. The first kind is self explanatory and usually referred to as ‘pup milk’, thick and heavy, this milk is packed with nutrients to help a pup grow strong, just like milk from other mammals. The second kind, referred to as ‘pack milk’ is slightly thinner and far sweeter, his own scent imbedded into the liquid to help either lure a pack into accepting him, or entice his current pack to spend more time with him.
Each omega’s milk is slightly different, given that scent is a huge factor in determining how it tastes, including a lot of other factors like diet, environment, and general health. It’s a pack bonding activity to drink pack milk directly from the pack omega, strengthening the bonds between the members and the omega, helping them stay at the center of the pack as they are meant to be.
Jason may be an omega, but he hasn’t let anyone drink from him, first because the assholes treated him like a villain, and later because Jason developed a stupid complex about it being sexual, often getting off on the idea of a certain alpha- ahem, on any alpha, drinking from him. Now, even if he’s on good terms with Bruce, even thinking about his lips near Jason’s chest sends a strong wave of nausea over him, and his face screws up in revulsion just thinking about his father figure doing something like that to him.
Thankfully, the pack never really pushed him for that kind of thing, though probably because they figured his milk is poisoned from the pit, or that he would maim them if they asked, as opposed to any real consideration for his feelings.
Patches in place, he tucks himself back in the corset, taking a moment to admire his curves and the way it pairs with his slacks, making him look like a lingerie model. A jacked, scarred, brick shit house of a lingerie model, but still. His cheeks are flushed a light pink just from the thrill of doing something so potentially humiliating, but he also feels a lot more empowered and confident, even if he is caught, which, he’s the Red Fucking Hood, he won’t be, but if he IS, at least he knows he’ll have every alpha in the vicinity popping their knots in their pants.
Most of his shirts are tees and undershirts to wear under his armor and jacket, but he does own a few button ups for when he needs to make a more professional appearance. He pulls out a blue faux silk shirt with black buttons, he’s only worn it once, he bought it because it’s Nightwing blue, and he thought it might make Dick look at him for more than three seconds. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect, Dick took one look at him and flat out avoided him the rest of the evening.
That asshole doesn’t know what he’s missing out on, Jason’s the fucking sexiest omega on the planet, and he’s not just blowing air out his ass, those words are taken directly from Kori’ander, Starfire herself, one of his best friends. He’s strong, capable, funny, and his tits are fat. Suck on that, Dick.
God, he wants to suck Dick’s cock so bad, fuck or have the alpha suck on his tits-
NO! He can’t go down that train of thought, or he won’t leave his bedroom all day, and then he’d throw a pity party about not only wasting his day, but wasting his day on an alpha that doesn’t even see him as an unclaimed omega, but a brotherly packmate.
He dons the shirt out of spite, and he looks like a fucking DREAM. He adds a little bit of his favorite lip gloss and smacks his lips together a few times, after biting them a little to get them red and plumped. He runs his boar bristled brush through his hair to make it shinier, slaps the military grade scent patches on, grabs a heavy suit jacket and slips on his favorite combat boots, they may not fit the look but he never leaves home without them, and strides out the door, stomach already clenching a little bit at the way his tits bounce with every sure step.
His first stop is to pick up his drycleaning, the nice Chinese couple that own the store have a secret method for getting bloodstains out of fabric that even Alfred can’t compete with, and then he needs to pick up some donations and drop them off at Leslies.
The next hour flies by, and the feeling of wearing something so sexy and revealing under his clothes makes the menial tasks feel new and exciting. He gets a little too full of himself, and Leslie ends up asking him if he suffered from any head injuries lately, but he brushes her off and briskly exits the clinic, waving over his head at her.
He should have seen that as a sign to go back home for the day, but he hasn’t felt this confident about himself in ages, and he’s eager to keep going, trying to think of other things he needs to do while he’s out. He’s drunk on the feeling, on the eyes that catch and linger, the way people on the street make way for him not out of fear, but out of admiration.
He parks his car on a random street downtown and engages the anti-theft measures, now made non-lethal at the insistence of his pack, and struts down the street, no destination in mind. He takes his time window shopping, stops in some fancy coffee shop to buy a severely overpriced tea, and allows himself to take a moment to walk among the people he fights to protect every night, soaking in the sparse sunlight that filters through the clouds and smog.
It starts as excited whispers, which Jason’s been hearing all day, so he pays them no mind. What’s different, is that instead of dying down after a moment, they get louder, and more and more people start to crowd the sidewalk where he’s trying to use the window of this jewellery store to look at the Omegan Clothes store across the street. The flood of people block his view, and he turns to see what the fuck has everyone so excited.
He should have gone home, stuck to stalking the streets and rooftops in the dead of night. He just had to go out today and manage to run into the one person who could turn his day into a shitshow.
His eyes lock with Dick’s the moment he turns around, the man surrounded by people looking to take photos and shake hands with Dickie Grayson-Wayne in the hopes of upping their social status or whatever it is that people do when confronted with the adopted ‘son’ of Brucie Wayne. The alpha’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of Jason in the Nightwing blue shirt, cheeks flushed and hair gently tousled by the light breeze.
Only a moment later, they harden, the cool mask of Dickie Grayson-Wayne slipping back on as he lifts a hand to wave. Jason spins on his heel and lifts his foot to avoid whatever stupid scene Dick was going to try and start, but the bastard just couldn’t leave well enough alone.
“Jason!” His shoulders want to rise to his ears, he wants to hide, or turn and run, but then it’d be plastered all over the internet and headlined on the evening news, he can hear the broadcaster's annoying voice in his mind, ‘Dickie Grayson-Wayne Having Omega Problems? Sources show the alpha calling out to an omega on the street, only for him to turn and flee! Troubles in paradise?” He hates how fucking predictable the media is.
He turns back around and tries his best to smile politely, lifting his hand in a wave. “Long time no see, Dickie.” He tries to sound natural, but his voice sounds robotic in his ears, body tensing more and more with every step Dick takes to close the distance between them.
Predictable as ever, Dick throws an arm over his shoulder, giving him a ‘bro hug’. He doesn’t stop walking though, leading Jason down the street as he starts yapping about some game from the night before, talking scores and plays and other bullshit Jason knows the alpha doesn’t care about while the crowd behind them slowly disperses, many people looking annoyed that there wasn’t any drama.
Fucking leeches.
They eventually make it to Dick’s car, a shiny, four door black sports car that screams ‘spoiled rich kid’, and Jason is firmly led to the passenger’s side, and he lets himself get shoved down in the seat. Dick rounds the vehicle to slide behind the wheel, and Jason notices the agitated edges of his motions, face pinched into what most people would see as a neutral, almost airheaded expression, but Jason can see the rapidly eroding control.
Dick floors the gas, and Jason finds himself pushed back by the force of the acceleration. “Fuck!” Jason scrambles to fasten his seatbelt, and hates that he’s still worried about Dick’s lack of one even though he’s the one creating the danger.
“Dude, slow down!” Jason has to yell over the roaring engine, which apparently is in desperate need of a muffler, could this car scream ‘I’m entitled’ any louder?
Dick finally slams on the brakes, nearly braining himself on the wheel as the tires screech and the car drifts a few feet, the smell of burning rubber filling the air. Jason unbuckles and takes a deep breath, taking off his heavy jacket, nervous sweat drying tacky on his skin.
The alpha gently taps his forehead against the top of the wheel a few times before he leans back and runs a hand through his messy hair. He turns and gives Jason one of his patented smiles and ice runs down his spine at how close Dick looks to actually losing control. What the fuck happened on that street?
“What. The fuck. Are you. Wearing?” Dick asks slowly, enunciating each syllable of every word with a terrifying evenness.
Jason’s face goes pale, and for one heart-stopping moment, he thinks that he’s been found out, but then his mind catches up with the question and he huffs, annoyed at the triviality.
“Just ‘cause you wear the color at night, doesn’t mean you own it, Dickface. I don’t need to ask you permission to wear a blue shirt.” At least he’s not getting coldly ignored like last time, but this isn’t really that much of a step up.
A muscle tics in Dick’s jaw, and his expression gets a little bit pinched. “You can wear blue, I don’t give a fuck about blue, Jason. What you’re wearing isn’t BLUE. It’s Mariner, #3366CC, and your buttons? Rich Navy Blue #000033. The EXACT colors of my suit!” Each word gets louder and louder until Dick is practically yelling in his face, and Jason is so unprepared for this reaction that he finds himself flattened to the door, instincts telling him to get the fuck out of the car and run from the crazy alpha.
What little scent has slipped through Dick’s clearly overworked scent patches is screaming possessiveness, which Jason would roll his eyes at if he wasn’t currently staring down an alpha who looks about two words away from having a psychotic break.
Jason looks down at his shirt. Holds one of the buttons up to the light, and would you look at that? What he thought was black, is actually a really dark blue. Just like Nightwing’s suit. Damn, he thought it was close, but to think that it’s literally a perfect match! Ok color master Jason, I see you.
He sighs quietly and frowns at the worked up alpha. “Well, what do you want me to do, take it off?” He asks, and the alpha instantly freezes, like he never thought far enough ahead to even consider a solution to the glaring problem of some other person wearing his exact fucking shade of blue. He actually looks to be considering the question seriously, which Jason is incredibly worried about.
Dick Grayson IS that petty, he WOULD have Jason take the shirt off, right here, right now, just to prove a point, and Jason CANNOT let that happen, not in this dingy fucking abandoned lot near the equally abandonded train tracks where the heroin users shoot up.
“You know what, take me to my closest safehouse and I’ll take it off and you can keep it, and never have to worry about me wearing it ever again, ok?” Jason quickly spills out, trying to run damage control while still satisfying Dick’s stupid, pig headed instincts.
The guy looks almost… disappointed? His face falling a bit, teeth digging into his lower lip. What, did he want to do a dominance fight and rip it off him? Prove he’s the only one worthy of that specific stupid shade of blue? Too bad for him, Jason would be into that.
“C’mon, it’s six blocks away, just drive normally, it’ll take you like two minutes.” Jason urges, fastening his seatbelt to show that the decision is made. Dick looks unhappy, but intrigued, and does as he’s told and Jason flops his head back in relief as Dick pulls out of the lot at a normal speed.
The looks that Jason was revelling in receiving earlier are now like pinpricks in his skin as he walks Dick Grayson up to his third floor apartment. Each step towards his door fills him with more and more irritation. Fucking possessive asshole alpha, making him take his fucking shirt off because it’s too blue. He wants him to take his shirt off? Sure, he’ll take his shirt off, show the alpha just what kind of treat he’s missing out on underneath.
He unlocks the door, stepping in first to disarm his security, and rearming it as Dick shuts the door behind him, suddenly looking a lot more lost and clearheaded. Oh, look who had time to think through his actions, too bad you’re in too deep now, huh buddy?
Jason stalks to the middle of the living area and spins around, grin threatening to take over his face, power dynamics shifting drastically now that Jason has the upper hand. Dick looks around, clearly uncomfortable.
“Look, Jason, you don’t have to-”
“No, no, you insisted that this is your color, didn’t you? Kidnapped me right off the street and took me to an unpopulated area to ream me out for daring to wear Nightwing’s colors.” Jason declares, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt, one by one, revealing more and more of his skin with each one.
Dick gulps, very much regretting everything now. He may be a possessive, petty asshole, but he chose the wrong motherfucker to mess with, because Jason Todd isn’t afraid to do SHIT, and now he’s forced to watch Jason’s impromptu little strip show. Bastard should feel lucky he isn’t getting charged for this shit.
Jason makes sure to hold the shirt together as much as possible as he gets to the lower buttons, obscuring Dick’s view as much as possible. Fuck, he’s so wet that he’s worried about the integrity of his heat shorts, they feel heavy with the amount of slick he’s producing.
The silence in the room is only broken by the shift of fabric and the hitch of Dick’s breath as Jason slowly opens the shirt and tilts his shoulders back to let the garment slide down his arms, pushing his bulging chest out in the process. He smirks at the way Dick’s eyes are glued to the obscene way the corset lifts his pecs, his already well-endowed breasts looking even more buxom.
The alpha’s scent patches finally give out, curling at the edges as the oil from his glands erodes the adhesive, and the potent scent of Dick, citrus, sandalwood and a heavy accent of musk fills the room, and all Jason can smell is possessiveness and arousal, the shirt falling to the ground as it slips through his limp fingers.
“Oh, Jason,” Dick purrs, and Jason can almost physically feel the power dynamics shift yet again, putting him on the back foot. “I thought you looked good in my colors, but baby, that’s got nothing on this.” The low timbre of his voice is tinged with a primal alpha purr, as he all but stalks Jason around the room, and for every step the alpha takes forward, Jason takes on back, until the omega is pressed up against a wall, nowhere left to run.
Dick doesn’t hasten or slow his speed, every step sure and confident, a predator cornering its prey. Jason can’t get his mouth to stay closed, the alpha’s scent so thick he can practically taste it on his tongue. With a final step, they stand toe to toe, and the two inches of height Jason has on Dick mean nothing as the alpha absolutely dominates the space, making Jason feel small, which makes his omega instincts go haywire, eyes slipping half shut as he pants for air, trapped in the intensity and authority the alpha in front of his is exuding.
“Did you wear this hoping I would find you? Hoping you could show me how perfect of an omega you are for me?” Dick whispers, fingers lightning quick as they pull back his patches, letting the warm, sweet scent of Jason’s arousal mix with his own in the air around them. “Look at you, the picture of a perfect omega, practically begging to have a strong alpha bend you over and breed you,” Dick comments, pulling a desperate and needy whine from the depths of Jason’s soul.
“Yeah, baby?” Dick’s lips are practically brushing his when he speaks, breath puffing over his spit soaked lips, teasing him and refusing to move closer, pulling back when Jason moves forward.
“Ah, ah, you gotta tell me with words, baby. Do you want me to breed and claim you, make you mine forever? Or do you want me to leave, and we never mention this again. Sorry, baby it’s one or the other, I’m too obsessed with you to hold myself back if we do this.” The words feel fake, like it’s not really what Dick said, just what Jason wanted him to say, and some of the fog lifts for a moment as Jason pushes him a little to put space between them, and Dick takes a step back, eyes guarded.
“Say that again.” Jason meant to ask, but his inflection turns it into a command, and Dick is looking at him cautiously now, like Jason is a horse he’s trying not to spook.
“I mean it, Jason. If you tell me to leave, I’ll never bring it up again, and you-”
“Yeah, yeah, I got that part, very nice of you, very gentlemanly, I meant the other part.” Jason is getting impatient, there’s simply no way that Dick said what he thought he did.
The alpha gains a slight color to his tanned cheeks, and no one can prove that Jason’s heart skipped a beat at the sight, and if they try, he’ll deny it until he dies for real.
“I’ve been attracted to you for a while, but I didn’t think it was appropriate to approach you.” Dick says slowly, and Jason’s lack of attack or meltdown or whatever he expected would happen helps him continue with a little more confidence. “In the eyes of the world, we’re brothers, and I thought you saw me as an older brother figure and didn’t want to let my feelings get in the way of that. If I asked to court you and you were disgusted, then I’d lose you forever, and I’d rather have you as a brother than lose you.” He says it simply and with a far stronger voice than Jason would have been capable of, and when Jason doesn’t say anything, the alpha tries to step back again, but Jason stops him with a hand in his stupid henley.
“I want you to breed me and claim me, and make me yours forever.” Jason demands, answering his question from before, his voice a little bratty but sue him, he’s been pining for this asshole for YEARS and now the guy tells him it’s always been mutual? He can be as bratty as he fucking wants.
Dick’s eyes dilate, scent thick and heavy with desire, and his body tenses, like he has to hold himself back from jumping Jason right here and now. Jason looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Did you know I bought that shirt to try and get you to notice me?” Jason asks, sensing that Dick just needs one more little push to break. “I thought you were mad I was wearing your colors, but you really just wanted to bend me over and fuck me in front of the whole party, didn’t you? Have all those high society pricks watch as Dickie Grayson-Wayne fucked a pup into his little brother on the dance floor.” His voice is low, like he’s sharing a secret just between them.
It works beautifully, Dick growling possessively and crashing their lips together, hands sliding up and down his sides, feeling the curve of his figure through the rigid corset. Dick’s tongue flicks against his bottom lip, and Jason opens his mouth, Dick swallowing up the moans that Jason lets out every time that Dick’s hands come close to his chest.
His nipple covers are already soaked with milk, and it’s only a matter of time before they give, so Jason moves his hands from where they were buried in Dick’s hair to move the alpha’s fingers to the mess of ribbons holding his corset together. Dick plays with the strings for a bit, but makes no move to untie him.
Jason pulls back from their kiss. “Take it off me,” He growls out, reaching to undo the big knot he tied to keep the corset tight, and when it loosens, he lets out a groan, the leather catching on one of his covers and tearing it off. He gives a sharp yelp in pain as the adhesive painfully pulls at his very sensitive chest, and Dick pulls back immediately, worried that he hurt him on accident.
The warm scent of milk fills the air between them, and Jason wiggles the corset open further to try and keep from spilling any on the fabric, the scent is nearly impossible to get out if his milk gets on any fabrics. Dick’s face is slack, eyes flicking up and down from his flushed face to his leaking chest like he can’t choose what he wants more.
As soon as Jason can contort his way out of the corset, he tosses it in a random direction, and makes the decision for his alpha as he grabs his wrist and pulls him deeper into his den, heading for his nest. It’s a little embarrassing, nearly half of the scented items in it are from Dick, most taken without permission, but a few given formally as is polite of a pack member.
The alpha lets out a very pleased rumble, amusement on his face as he finally figures out where all of his things were disappearing to. Jason gently peels the other patch off, then works on his scent patches while Dick works on getting his remaining patches off.
Jason wordlessly demands Dick’s shirt as an entry fee to his nest, and the alpha is more than happy to oblige, and makes sure to flex and stretch as much as he can while he strips, giving Jason a show. A broken whine breaks free from him as he snatches the fabric and stuffs it under his pillow, a single bead of milk welling up from one of his nipples trailing down his chest at the sudden movement.
Dick watches it with a heated, predatory gaze, and Jason pulls him into the nest to lie on top of him, a hand at the back of his head guiding him to his chest, where the ache of all the milk building up is starting to turn painful. The alpha gets the hint pretty quickly, tongue dragging up his skin to lick up the escaped drop before sealing his lips around his nipple and suckling ever so gently, slowly but steadily drawing his milk out.
Jason’s only ever used breast pumps before, he’s never actually had anyone drink from him directly, and after this, he’s throwing that stupid machine out. His instincts haven’t felt this settled since he came out of the pit, and he melts bonelessly into his nest, starting up a happy purr that he can’t find the energy to stop. Dick is so gentle with him, stopping every once and a while to switch sides, soft lips brushing over his skin as he greedily drinks every drop he can coax out of Jason’s body. It never once hurts, and Dick never gets rough, and being treated so gently, being cared for like this, it makes him feel so incredibly vulnerable.
Dick keeps his eyes on Jason’s face, and for the first time in his life, being vulnerable in front of someone else doesn’t fill him with fear. It feels right, to be in his nest with Dick, the alpha gently rutting his erection into Jason’s calf as he drinks his fill of the omega’s milk.
The bond between them strengthens considerably by the time Dick has drained him dry, and Jason is currently a boneless heap of omega, his eyes unfocused as he stares at his ceiling, unable to do much more than purr in complete satisfaction. He’s never felt this content in his life, and part of him wants to live on the bed with his alpha and never leave.
“So good for me, Jay, I’ve never had milk that tasted as good as yours,” Dick’s mouth leaves his chest as the alpha resituates himself, taking one of Jason’s limp legs and lifting it in the air, exposing the wet spot growing in the crotch of his sweats. The slick sound of his pussy spreading open in this position only makes Jason moan, head filled with the euphoria of a reinforced bond with unmated alpha, body singing with the need for the alpha to take him.
“Fuck, look at you, baby. You got all wet and sticky down here because of me?” The alpha doesn’t bother waiting for a response, reaching out and pressing directly over the wet spot, and the pressure is enough to have a needy whine escaping him, his body still in the throws of the post-milking bliss, limbs feeling leaden and weighed down as the rush of hormones keeps him weak and pliant.
“Shh, it’s all right, little wing, I’ve got you,” Dick assures him, and in a movement too fast for Jason’s clouded mind to follow, the alpha shucks his pants and underwear, and then moving slower and more gently, removes Jason’s last remaining clothes, tossing his very messy heat shorts into the ensuite bathroom. Jason finally manages a blush at the very loud sound they make hitting the tile floor.
Dick grunts as his cock slaps down over Jason’s newly exposed pussy, and Jason manages to regain enough energy to stuff a pillow behind his head so he can see, only for Dick to lift his hips a bit to better angle the way he rubs against him. In the new position, Jason has a front row view of the way the alpha’s thick length gets slicker and messier with each pass over his soaked pussy, his hand pressing it down to rub deliberately over his clit.
“Hm, you’re so perfect for me, Jason, such a good boy,” Dick praises, and Jason keens at the words, they’re everything he’s ever wanted to hear from the alpha. Dick sends him a knowing and wicked grin, and a small part of him knows that a look like that from Dick means nothing but trouble, but it’s overshadowed by the larger part of him, which is very desperate to get fucked as soon as possible.
Jason finally feels some of his strength returning to him, and he slowly starts to rock his hips in time with Dick’s slow rubbing, gaining a little more stimulation on his clit. Dick leans a little farther over him, and lets the head of his cock catch on Jason’s hole, teasing him.
“Can you feel what you do to me, Jay? Can you feel how hard I am just from a little rubbing and the thought of claiming you?” Dick asks in a low, rough voice as he deliberately slows his pace to emphasize his point. “Do you want to know what I did after that gala ended? The one where you wore that shirt?” He leans down in a show of flexibility and core strength to catch Jason’s lips in a filthy kiss, hands catching his own and holding them down on the bed beside their heads in a pin.
“I left early and grabbed a workout shirt from your locker in the cave, wiped the cameras, locked myself in my room, and stuffed your scent in my face as I knotted my fist all night, imagining the different ways I’d make you fall apart on my cock.” The words are whispered in his ear as Dick breaks the kiss to nibble on his earlobe. The confession tears a gutted sound out from Jason, and he turns his head to kiss the alpha again, both getting lost in the tantalizing way their tongues rubbed together.
Eventually, Dick pulls back, a strained look on his face. “I can’t hold back much longer, little wing. Can I fuck you? Please, baby, I’ll make you feel so good, fill you up so much,” Dick begs, and Jason’s voice cracks at the strength and volume of his moan.
“Fuck, Fuck me Dickie!” He shouts, tongue still heavy in his mouth from the effects of the milking, but he can’t complain much when those very effects allow Dick to slide all the way in with no stretching. It’s not a perfect fit, Dick is way bigger than anything he’s taken before and even with his muscles relaxed it’s tight, and it feels like Dick is practically in his stomach.
Dick’s hands are digging into the skin of his hips, and Jason watches with awe at the way the alpha holds himself back from just rutting into him, body straining to hold still as Jason gets used to the size. He’s secretly thankful for Dick’s consideration, the first few seconds are filled with pain as his walls are forced open around the intrusion, but it quickly fades away into pleasure, body humming with it as his walls flutter and clench around the throbbing heat.
It only takes about ten seconds for Jason to get impatient enough to try and rock his hips back, urging Dick to move. Luckily, the alpha gets the hint, and the air is knocked out of Jason’s lungs as he pulls nearly all the way out and slams back in, force jostling him up the bed a bit as he lets out a surprised moan.
“So tight for me, baby, even after such an intense milking, you really are the perfect omega, aren’t you? So good for me, little pussy squeezing me so tight, trying to get me to cum.” The stream of filth from his alpha’s mouth makes him clench down even harder, and Dick groans at the feeling. “Do you like it when I talk to you, Jay? Do you like it when I tell you how I feel as I fuck you?”
Dick is such an asshole, he can feel the way his body reacts whenever he says shit like that, he just wants to hear Jason admit it, and now that a lot of the fog from the milking is gone, he’s way too embarrassed to say shit like that out loud. He nods his head, but the alpha just slams in deep, stilling his hips and staring down at him with a patient look, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches Jason get flustered.
“You know the answer, why do I need to say it out loud?” Jason sounds way whinier than he meant to, but Dick isn’t playing fair, and he just wants the alpha to keep fucking him! He tries to move his hips on his own, but Dick holds them in an iron grip, preventing any movement.
“I want to hear you tell me that you like it when I talk about how good it feels to fuck you.” The smug look on his face is laced with that famous Dick Grason brand of stubbornness that lets Jason know he will not be getting out of this without a fight. He flings his head to the side refusing to look at him.
“I don’t care what you do, just get back to it!” It’s petulant, and rude and very on brand for him, but Dick remains where he is, and no matter how much Jason tries to entice him by tightening up and trying to fuck himself on him. He holds firm, just looking down at him with an expectant and stubborn arch in his brow, and Jason huffs in annoyance, body thrumming with need the longer they go without moving.
“Dickie, please fuck me.” He says, voice low and barely audible. His alpha hears it, and his head tilts, like he’s thinking about if he wants to, even though he’s balls deep in Jason’s pussy at this very moment.
“Hmm, close, but not quite what I was looking for.” Dick hums, and he brings a thumb to swipe up some of his slick from where they are connected and brings it up to circle Jason’s clit, a maddening sensation that brings relief, but not in the way he wants it. “Never let it be said that I don’t reward good behavior.” The asshole chuckles as he brings Jason closer and closer to orgasm.
Jason is honestly surprised when Dick lets him cum, pussy tightening like a vice as he flies over the edge, but as he comes down, his body still feels unsatisfied, there’s no knot tying them together, and Dick still looks perfectly composed, if a little flushed, compared to Jason who’s fighting for his life over here. The thumb on his clit never stops moving, though it does slow down while he rides out the last waves of pleasure, never really veering into overstimulation before he builds him back up, hurtling him towards the next.
Dick wrings four orgasms out of him, each one less satisfying than the last, body crying out for the alpha inside him to move, and he becomes more and more aware of the shape and size of the cock inside him the longer this goes on, body becoming desperate for the alpha to move, the thumb on his clit no longer enough to push him over, the tight circles now just keeping him on the edge of climax, body demanding more stimulation to push him over.
He’s reduced to a drooling, crying mess in the span of about thirty minutes, and to make things worse, Dick didn’t shut up the entire time, dirty talk and praises spilling from his lips like water from a fountain, always reminding him that he can end this whenever he wants, he just has to say the words Dick wants to hear. It’s frustrating, but never once did he think about stopping, or pushing Dick away. It’s embarrassing, but Jason likes this battle of stamina, will he break down and give Dick what he wants, or will Dick break down and fuck Jason like they both want? It’s a battle of wills, so familiar just wrapped in a new format.
Jason’s toes start to curl, and just as he thinks he’s about to shake through another unfulfilling orgasm, Dick stills his thumb, breaking contact and keeping Jason right on the edge. Overwhelmed and frustrated tears spill over his cheeks, and he finally gives.
“I love it when you talk to me Dickie, please fuck me, don’t stop talking and fuck me!” Jason whines out, at the end of his rope, and the alpha curses as he draws back and harshly snaps his hips forwards, both hands back on his hips. The harsh thrust makes the alpha go just a little bit deeper into him, and the head of his cock slams against something in the back of his pussy that has him squirting with a silent scream, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his entire body convulses with the intensity of it.
“Jason…!” Dick calls out, uncharacteristically frantic, and Jason tries his hardest to focus back on the alpha. As soon as Jason can open his eyes, he knows something’s wrong, Dick’s face is all screwed up, almost like he’s in pain, and that thought snaps him out of his post-orgasm haze quicker than a slap to the face.
“Shit, fuck, Dick, what’s wrong?!” Jason’s voice is hoarse from all the moaning and screaming, and he tries to wiggle away a little to sit up and check him.
“Don’t move!” Dick hisses, eyes squeezed shut as he takes a few deep, calming breaths, and little by little his face evens out, and he eventually opens his eyes, finding Jason staring at him with no small amount of concern.
“What the fuck happened, did I hurt you? Did you hurt yourself? You’re no spring chicken anymore, Dickie, if you threw your back out while fucking me-”
“I’m not that old!” Dick cuts him off with a glare, and Jason sticks his tongue out in response. If Dick’s able to banter with him like this, it can’t be anything too serious. “I just… needed a moment.” The alpha’s scent carries a hint of embarrassment, and suddenly it all clicks together.
“You were about to blow your knot, weren't you?” Jason teases, and he’s right on the money judging by the blush that takes over Dick’s face at the accusation. “You wasted all your stamina on making me admit that I like it when you dirty talk!” It’s light ribbing, Jason’s just being an ass, but Dick’s scent sours harshly, and he refuses to look at him anymore.
“Hey,” Jason’s voice turns serious as he cups Dick’s cheeks and turns his face to look at him. “This isn’t a one and done deal, we established that, right?” Jason can’t quite let his own insecurities go unchecked, especially if he’s the one doing the emotional talk.
Dick nods, and Jason keeps his hands on Dick’s face, holding him less out of necessity and more out of just wanting to feel his skin. “It’s our first time, and already this is the best sex I’ve ever had, so I don’t know what kind of triathlon sex shit you had planned,” Jason leads off, and he relaxes slightly as the sour note drains out of Dick’s scent, the alpha chuckling as he leans down to nuzzle the top of Jason’s head, which also happens to grind his dick into the spot he hit before, sending an electric shock of pleasure though him and they both groan at the way it makes him tighten up.
“Well, I’d planned to fuck you so hard you passed out, but I guess I have the rest of our lives to work on that, don’t I?” Dick speaks in a low voice, and instead of thrusting his hips, he keeps up a steady grind, his cock managing to hit every sensitive spot he has. The renewed pleasure makes Jason that much more aware of how tired and overworked his body feels, and it’s the most he can do to just ride out whatever Dick gives him.
“You’re gonna have to bite me first, Dickie.” Jason taunts, slowly stretching his head back to show off the unmarked skin of his neck. It elicits a hungry growl from the alpha, who all but attacks the newly bared skin, kissing and sucking and biting. Both the feeling of Dick marking him up, and the thought of wearing Dick’s marks proudly have Jason clenching down on the alpha again and again with every new nip or bruise worked into him, and the breath catches in his throat as Dick’s knot swells inside of him, locking them together.
“I’ve never been knotted before,” Jason’s tongue is starting to feel heavy in his mouth again, knotting hormones hitting him hard, and he can feel the way his breasts are starting to fill up with milk again, he’s going to need to drink a gallon of water after this.
Apparently, Dick understood him just fine despite the slurred speech, and a possessive growl rips out from him, viscous in its intensity, and the alpha’s fangs dig deep into his neck, marking him permanently, and tying them together forever. The overwhelming sensations of the new bond coming to life is the last push they needed, and they both fall apart together, their mixed pleasure echoing up and down the new bond only prolonging their pleasure.
Jason doesn’t pass out, but it’s a close call, and as Dick carefully rolls them onto their sides, Jason curls up as much as he can under Dick’s chin, grabbing a thin blanket from the edge of his nest to drape over them while they ride out Dick’s knot, and the fabric doesn’t even fully settle before he drifts off, his alpha following right behind him.