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It was a routine patrol, which kind of shows how fucked up Gotham is. Taking down a ritualistic cult was just another Wednesday night for them, and of course the leader shoved his followers in front of him, thinking they could buy him time to get away.
They never learn.
Apparently, neither does he, breaking away from the others to chase the leader down without backup. He kind of deserved the magical blast to the temple, he’s not going to lie. Luckily, either the guy isn’t as strong as he thought, or the spell wasn’t fatal, because all it does is give him a minor headache for a moment.
Now he’s being both coddled and chewed out for his mistake.
“Either you go to the cave and get checked, or you stay in for a week. Those are your options, Hood.” Nightwing’s blue emblem is the only color in the grimy alley aside from his own stylized bat on his chest, his helmet left at their safehouse for repairs.
It’s not an empty threat, he knows. Dick knows he’d never choose to go to the cave, and he’s letting Jason know that if he tries to go out at all this week, that’s where Dick will take him.
In the end, it’s not even a real discussion, let alone a real choice, and Jason relents, recognizing the stubborn tilt to Dick’s chin. People call him stubborn, but Jason’s never met anybody with as unshakable a resolve as Dick when it comes to certain things.
He nods sullenly, a whole week without going out is going to be hell, but he’s made it through worse. Dick doesn’t budge, and fixes him with a glare when he goes to walk away.
“Say it.”
“C’mon, really?” Jason says, and his own voice echoes back to his ears as a whine.
“Say it.” Dick commands. He folds his arms over his chest, muscles both highlighted and confined by his skintight suit, and Jason can feel his stomach clench, clit starting to throb.
Out in the field, they wear scent patches, industrial strength. Jason could be in heat and five feet away from a thug, and they would never know. It’s helpful, especially when his suppressants start to lose their effectiveness around the time he schedules his natural heats twice a year.
Unfortunately, they only work on their skin, not on any fluids they might produce, and the sweet scent of Jason’s slick starts to waft around him, Dick’s commanding presence getting him all hot and bothered. During his heat, he has special pads he wears to absorb the scent, but his heat is a ways off, so there isn’t anything to stop the scent from leaking into the air of the grimy alley.
The alpha doesn’t react to the slip, and his own scent patches deny Jason any hint about what he may be feeling at the moment. He chews on his lip for a moment, before he lets out a sigh.
“Alright, fine. Fine! One week. Seven days. This is day one.” He tries, and holds up a finger to enunciate his point.
“Seven days,” Dick agrees, voice still stern. “Starting tomorrow.”
Jason wants to argue, but a sudden dizzy spell has him biting his lip instead. Luckily, he’s able to play it off, and they make their way back to their safehouse with no issue.
They clean up, Dick does a quick check of his vitals, and then they crash into their bed, Dick curling his arms around Jason in a possessive hold that Jason pretends to grudgingly allow, fooling no one as he nuzzles further into the embrace.
He wakes up like he always does, Dick’s body curled around and over him as much as he can. The difference today, however, is that Dick has his chin resting on Jason’s head, while his body curls around him in a big spoon.
This wouldn’t be unusual, except for the fact that Jason is dwarfed by Dick’s body by at least a good five inches.
Understandably, Jason panics, wrenching himself out of Dick’s arms, causing Dick to startle awake, and running to the bathroom. Dick’s confused shouts are muffled in his brain, the image staring him back in the mirror nearly sending him into a panic attack.
Dick stumbles through the door a moment later, medkit in hand, only to drop the whole thing on the ground with a loud clatter, a few rolls of gauze managing to escape and roll past his feet.
Jason, as he was right before he died, except for the green tint of the pit in his eyes, stares back at him. The shock wears off, and before he can lose himself too much, Dick does a full body check, using every manner of device and artifact they own to scan him.
It’s an Evil Eye that lets them know it’s a curse, and Zatanna walks them through an egg cleansing ritual through Dick’s phone. It feels dumb, but he does as he’s told, taking the egg and running it over his body, imagining its sucking up all the negative energy and shit, before he breaks it into a glass of water, water that Dick has had on the windowsill for the past month, the flowers that sat in it long dead.
Zatanna said as long as it was in the windowsill the whole night last Monday, the night of the worm moon or whatever, that it would work. Despite seeing Zatanna, and many others, use magic, this kind of stuff felt cheesy and fake. Moon-charged water? If she tells him to start burning sage, he might lose it.
Dick has Zatanna watch through the camera on his phone as Jason cracks the egg into the water. It immediately turns a sickly green, too reminiscent of the pit to be coincidence, before the yolk starts to move, tendrils of green and white thrashing in a violent rhythm before the water starts to boil, putrid steam rising up and green colored lightning flashing through it like a mini stormcloud.
Welp, Jason’s no wizard, but that probably doesn’t mean it’s gonna wear off in the next day or two.
Luckily, there isn’t a smell, which Zatanna tells them means that it isn’t a forever curse. But it is a curse. She looks through some books while rewatching the video as Dick guides him to sit against the wall, putting his head between his knees and keeping his breathing even with a calming hand on his back.
Eventually, Zatanna comes to a conclusion, and Jason has an official magical diagnosis; Time curse. It’s got a fatality rate of ninety-nine point nine nine percent thanks to him. Formerly, it was a kind of insta-kill thing. Zatanna thinks it’s the influence of the Pit that stopped it from doing what it was originally intended to do, turn back time for the victim, not stopping until they return to the dust from whence they came or whatever.
The egg thing apparently revealed the curse in its entirety, and kickstarted a process to reverse it. According to her, in about a week, Jason will wake up back to normal. Until then, he’ll be stuck in what looks to be a sixteen year old body.
It’s a little disorienting, but he had already promised to stay in this week, and Dick promised not to tell any of the Bats until after it was reversed. He tried to weasel out of telling them at all, but Dick stood his ground about that one.
All said and done, Jason was feeling neutral about it. He’d already gone through a major body dysmorphia event when he came out of the pit with nearly twice the body mass he went in with, and knowing that he’ll be back to normal in such a short timeframe has him resigning to a week of needing a step stool to reach the top shelf of the cupboard.
Dick, on the other hand, is enjoying it way more than he lets on. Jason can’t sit down for five minutes on his own before Dick is all over him, arms wrapped tight around him, rubbing his scent into his skin, burying his nose in his hair to breathe him in.
It might have bothered him, Dick being so clingy to this version of him, and a lesser omega might get the idea that Dick likes him more when he’s closer to society's view of an ideal omega; small and subservient.
He and Dick have been together for a few years now, and not even the time spell/curse thing could erase the bonding bite on his neck, scars perfectly preserved. Jason had his doubts once about his attractiveness as an omega to such a desirable alpha like Dick, who could have chosen nearly anyone else.
Let’s just say, Dick has been proving to Jason just how attractive he thinks he is nearly every night they spend together. Jason’s doubts and fears have been disproven so thoroughly that they hardly ever cross his mind anymore, let alone bother him.
No, Jason knows that one of Dick’s biggest regrets in life is how he treated Jason in their earliest interactions. Jason forgave him for that before he even died, but Dick carries his guilt like a dragon hoards gold, far less forgiving of himself than he is to others. Jason is one of the only people who truly knows the alpha, and he’ll gladly let Dick take what he needs from him when he’s like this.
It’s on day three that things start to change.
Jason is a very healthy omega, he makes sure to take care of himself by not abusing suppressants, and allows himself to have natural heats twice a year to keep his hormones in balance. He’s a healthy omega in his prime, and he has needs. Needs that were being met very often and enthusiastically until three days ago.
Even, or perhaps especially, when he was the age he’s regressed to currently, he was getting off at least once a day, having just presented and eager to explore his body. He’s plenty prepared and willing to take care of it, except for a certain alpha shaped shadow that haunts him every waking moment.
He tried to touch himself in the shower this morning, and he barely got one finger in before Dick was knocking on the door, asking why he was taking longer than usual, his voice rumbling with worry, protective instincts going haywire. He knows that Dick doesn’t view him in a sexual way as he is right now, and that’s fine, expected even. But Jason needs to take care of this, and soon, he can already feel himself getting agitated and restless.
Dick has already picked up on the fact that something is wrong, and has tried to fix the problem by negating any and all personal space between them, settling Jason in his lap and gluing their chests together, purring so loud he can see the ripples in the glass of water on the side table next to the nest.
It’s a failing battle, trying to keep it from him, and Jason melts into the embrace, mind floating in the protective and possessive comfort of his alpha's arms. He can’t quite hold back his scent in time when Dick runs a soothing hand down his back, hand nearly resting on his ass.
The sweet scent of his slick perfumes the air of the nest, and Jason goes beet-red, weakly struggling to escape Dick’s iron hold. It’s pure luck that Jason is able to see the exact moment the smell registers to the alpha, and he sucks in a breath at the way Dick’s pupils dilate to swallow up his cerulean iris, nose flaring to catch as much of Jason’s scent as possible.
Well, well, well, looks like the alpha isn’t as unaffected by their break in routine as he thought.
It takes another moment, but the arms around him loosen, and Jason is able to roll off of the alpha to calm himself down.
“Sorry, little wing,” Dick whispers, and when Jason looks at him, his eyes are back to normal, face showing nothing but sweet concern. “Do you want me to leave you alone for a bit, or do you want to do something else? We could watch a movie, or play that new board game we haven’t tried yet!” The alpha’s eyes sparkle in excitement, but Jason knows better. Dick is trying to play it off as no big deal, gauging how Jason feels about it, and giving him a perfect out if he doesn’t want to acknowledge it.
Silly, thoughtful, perfect alpha.
“You could stay,” Jason suggests softly, playing up the blushing virgin act by looking anywhere but at his face, rubbing his thighs together suggestively. He lets his interested scent bloom in the air around him, and the alpha’s body stiffens like he’s been electrocuted.
He hears Dick swallow loudly, mouth dry. “Yeah?” He asks, voice nearly cracking, eyes never leaving him. “You need your alpha’s help, baby?”
Jason hides a smile behind his hands as he buries his face in them, peeking through cracked fingers. Dick looks moments away from losing control, and Jason is an expert at breaking him down, so he decides to go for broke.
“I need my big brother’s help.” He whispers, and the deep, excited rumbling moan that the words punch out of Dick has Jason absolutely soaking his thighs, already naked beneath the comically oversized shirt he threw on because they didn’t have anything that fit him.
“Fuck baby, you need your big brother to take care of you?” Dick’s eyes are chips of obsidian, pupils expanded with heat. He brings a hand up to caress Jaosn’s shoulder, leaving a line of heat behind as he drags it down to tug at the hem of his shirt.
“What’s wrong, little wing? It’s the middle of the night!” He asks, mischief heavy in his voice, his mouth quirked up in a smile.
Challenge accepted.
Jason slips out of the nest, ignoring Dick’s startled whine as he rushes around the room, closing all the blackout curtains and shutting out most of the early evening light. Dick’s whine cuts off as soon as he realizes what Jason is doing, settling deeper into the nest to help set the scene.
“Dickie?” Jason whispers, standing just at the edge of the nest, peering over at the sleeping figure. “Dickie!” Jason whisper-shouts, and Dick grumbles as he turns over to glare at him.
“Little wing? What’s wrong?” The alpha’s voice is all honeyed worry, practically dripping with affection. “Did you have a bad dream?” He sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes to take in Jason’s appearance.
Jason has to work to hide his smile, shuffling nervously from foot to foot. “No, I didn’t have a bad dream…” He leads off, hands playing with the hem of the shirt he’s got on, one of Dick’s old tees that just barely covers his pussy. “I don’t know, I just feel really weird,” Jason mumbles, and Dick’s scent thickens in the air as he sees where Jason is taking this.
“What do you mean? What feels weird?” Dick still manages to sound a little worried, the overachiever, he always tries his hardest in everything, including dirty talk. Jason would be lying if he said it wasn’t doing anything for him, increasing his immersion in the scene.
Jason bites his lip for a moment, allowing his wet thighs to rub together for a moment, releasing the scent of his slick into the air. “I- I don’t know, my body feels hot. My- my shirt hurts my chest,” Jason’s breathing picks up as he talks, trying to inhale as much of Dick’s heady alpha scent as possible between his words.
Dick’s scent is usually enough on its own to get him going, but right now it’s downright maddening, sandalwood and citrus with a sharp spike of musk that goes right to his brain with every greedy inhale, making his body hot and his head fuzzy. Dick must be just as pent up as Jason, then. They may be better at communication nowadays, but they still hit roadbumps like this every once in a while. Luckily, they know each other so well that they can skip the apologies and get right to the fun stuff.
Dick encourages Jason to enter the nest, a silly gesture, given it’s their nest that Jason built, but while his mind is a bit hazy with arousal and pheromones, he hasn’t completely lost sight of what they were playing.
He tries to keep himself covered as best he can while Dick manoeuvres them so Jason’s back is pressed flush against Dick’s chest, his butt settled on top of Dick’s thighs, forcing his own legs to spread open around them.
Dick sticks his chin over one of Jason’s shoulders, pressing their cheeks together, the scent glands on their neck nearly touching. One of his hands rests on Jason’s hip, the other coming to wrap around one of his hands, which has the hem of his shirt in a death-grip.
“Dickie,” Jason breathes, voice higher than he’s used to in this body. He can feel Dick’s reaction to his plea against his ass, the alphas boxers still in place.
The alpha runs a large, comforting hand from his hip to his thigh, leaving a trail of heated skin in its wake. “Hmm, I think I know what’s going on, baby.” Dick purrs, gently uncurling his hand from the fabric of his shirt. “I’m going to make it all better, I promise. Can you trust me? Will you trust your big brother to fix it?” His voice is liquid sin in his ear, and something about the way Dick is absolutely dwarfing him right now, his scent thick and heady with arousal that makes Jason struggle to respond without slurring his words.
“Of course I trust you, Dickie.” Jason says, turning his head to face Dick, lips barely grazing the skin of his cheek. “Please, please help me, I think I’m getting worse,” He pleads, and Dick lets out an absolutely savage growl, the noise sounding like it ripped its way out of the deepest part of the alphas chest, rumbling through the air of their nest with satisfaction and desire.
Rough hands grip his waist, the growl getting louder as Dick can touch his fingers together, his waist small enough to fit in the alphas two hands. A primal satisfaction settles in Jason’s hindbrain, his alpha is big and strong and perfect for him.
“Alpha,” Jason whines, white hot arousal hitting him in the gut, and he hardly even needs to act anymore with the heat now prickling under his skin.
“Don’t worry, little wing, I’ll take care of you,” Dick promises, eyes locked on his hands, and the contrast between his caramel skin and Jason’s fair complexion. “All you need to do is listen to me, and I’ll make everything better, all right? Can you do that for me?” He asks sweetly, gently knocking his head into Jason’s and lifting the tattered remains of the shirt to his mouth, pushing it past his lips gently.
“Can you keep this up and out of the way for me?” He asks, the gentle tone of his voice nearly shattering Jason’s composure. The fastest way Dick can take Jason apart is to be slow and gentle, and the bastard knows damn well what he’s doing to him.
Regardless, Jason complies, clenching the fabric between his teeth, giving him something to do with his mouth other than let out pathetic and needy whines. It also frees up his body for Dick to ogle, which the alpha takes his time doing, hands wandering over the freshly revealed skin with a near reverent expression on his face.
A thumb finds his nipple and Jason nearly drops the shirt as his body jolts with the sudden burst of pleasure it brings. Jason’s chest has always been sensitive, but never to this extent, and Dick hones in on it immediately.
“Such a sensitive chest, how are you going to nurse our pups if you can’t even handle my fingers, little wing?” Dick growls, tone teasing and a little mean, and Jason nearly comes on the spot, the thought of pups, of his pups with Dick, enough to have him gushing, thighs clenching to keep himself from grinding into the hardness he can feel below him.
“P-pups?” Jason mumbles through the spit soaked fabric, and Dick purrs loudly, the sound rumbling through his chest where they are pressed together, traveling though him and making his very bones shake with the force.
It’s not that Jason hasn’t thought about it, having pups. It’s not even his first time thinking about pups with Dick, but in his current body, hormones raging through him like a wildfire, the thought on its own coupled with Dick’s hands on his body is enough to have him shuddering through an orgasm.
Dick doesn’t cease his assault on Jason’s chest, deft fingers pinching and pulling his nipples as he shakes in the older alpha's lap. Dick’s chest is pressed up against his back, giving Jason nowhere to go when the overstimulation starts to set in, and tears spring to his eyes as he tries to wiggle away.
“D-Dickie, ah!” Jason whines, trying to get the alpha’s attention. His squirming has the unintended effect of grinding into the hard length of Dick under him, and he can feel more than hear the pleased growl Dick lets out at the stimulation.
“Such a good boy for me, little wing,” Dick praises, finally taking his fingers away from Jason’s nipples, and they both look down and groan at the sight of the reddened, swollen nubs sticking out of his tiny chest.
A drop of wetness hits Jason’s skin above his breast, and Jason glances at Dick to find the alpha drooling, eyes darting all over his body as he traps the smaller omega in his lap with a hand on his stomach. His pussy clenches hard at the sight of Dick with such a feral look in his eyes.
There have only been a handful of times that Jason has seen Dick truly give in to his instincts outside of a rut, and it lights up the part of his omegan hindbrain that he’s gone through much of his life ignoring, pride welling up at his ability to bring his alpha to such an instinctual state.
Dick wouldn’t be Dick if he didn’t defy all logic, however, and somehow despite being nearly feral with lust, he’s still able to stay in character. “Such a good little brother for me,” He croons, voice rough and low with heat, and Jason whines loudly through his make-shift gag.
The alpha moves them over to the other side of the nest, and Jason whines as he settles them in front of the mirror they keep nearby for exactly these kinds of purposes.
Large hands grab his thighs, and spread him wide, exposing his pussy to the mirror, and Jason nearly drops his shirt from the noise it punches out of his alpha. He feels the possessive growl travel through him, and his face goes hot as they both watch his pussy clench tight before drooling out a glob of slick that trails its way down to seep into the fabric of Dicks sweats.
Next to the alpha’s cock outlined in his threadbare pants, Jason’s pussy looks impossibly small, and it hits Jason all at once that he’s a virgin in this body, his pussy has never had anything bigger than his small fingers.
He drops the shirt from his mouth, earning a disappointed tut from Dick as it covers his chest, and Jason shudders as the fabric catches at his raw nipples. “Dickie, I- I’ve never,” Jason pants, making sure to pitch his voice high to sound worried.
“I thought I told you to keep this in your mouth, little wing.” Dick reprimands, slowly raising the wet, rumpled hem of his shirt back to his lips. “Don’t you worry, baby, I said I’d take care of you, don’t you trust me?” The shirt is pushed back in his mouth, fingers pushing in with the fabric to pet the back of his tongue, making him gag violently.
“Answer me.” Dick growls, fingers pulled back just enough to let him breathe. Another glob of slick drips out of his untouched pussy as he nods his head as much as he is able within his alpha’s hold, cheek rasping against Dick’s with every movement.
He apologises from around the intrusion in his mouth, unintelligible noises flowing out of him, but Dick seems to understand him just fine, scent sweetening around them in primal satisfaction at his compliance.
“That's a good omega, just let your alpha take care of everything.” Dick commands, voice rumbling with alpha authority, and Jason moans, feeling Dick’s cheek move as the alpha tries to smile, the result looking more like a snarl than anything else.
The fingers withdraw from his mouth, nearly taking the shirt with them, and Jason has to clench his teeth tight to keep from dropping it again. Dick was light with his punishment this time, but he knows from experience that the alpha is not afraid to get mean.
One of Dick’s hands stays clamped on one of his thighs, the other moving up to rest his palm just above the little thatch of hair above his folds. “This is where it hurts the most, right little wing?” Dick asks, fingers spreading to frame his pussy, so close to where he wants them, but teasing the areas surrounding it.
Jason nods again, hips nearly jumping off Dick’s lap when a finger brushes just barely over his clit, shouting through the cloth in his mouth. Another string of drool hits Jason’s overheated skin as Dick pets his thigh soothingly.
“Have you ever touched yourself here, little wing?” He asks, voice quiet and casually curious in the way that Jason knows means there is a right and wrong answer. He’s quick to shake his head no, his denials muffled as his chest heaves with exertion.
Dick suddenly cups his pussy with his hand, middle finger curling up to press between his folds and his clit at the same time. The sudden pressure has him soaking Dick’s hand, and the alpha rumbles approvingly, moving his hand to watch the way Jason’s slick sticks to him, stringing in the space between them. Jason whines in embarrassment, ears going hot at how easy he is for Dick right now.
His alpha hums, using his now wet fingers to draw circles over his clit, giving Jason no time to brace or adjust, sending him headfirst into another orgasm that has him screaming through clenched teeth to keep the shirt in his mouth.
“So sensitive, you really haven’t touched yourself here, have you?” Dick coos, and his words are just on the right side of disbelief and awe, tears of humiliation and pleasure running down his cheeks as he shakes through it.
Dick purrs deep and low, turning to lick up the tears with his tongue, and Jason can feel the cock pressed to his ass twitch when the taste of salt hits his tongue. He doesn’t really get it, but seeing Jason cry really does it for Dick, and the alpha has tried to explain it to him many times, but it must be an alpha thing.
“It’s ok, your big brother is going to help you through this,” Dick promises with a final press of his tongue to the underside of Jason’s jaw. His fingers never really stopped, but they did ease up a bit for a moment while he was distracted by Jason’s tears.
He eases away from his sensitive clit, and Jason doesn’t know whether he wants to whine at the loss, or sigh in relief. He ends up moaning like a whore as Dick slides a thick digit into his tight heat, and he’s so wet it’s able to slide all the way in to the knuckle in one go.
“Oh, little wing,” Dick breathes, tone reverent. “You have such a tight little pussy, look at how hard you’re squeezing my finger,” Dick explains in explicit detail, and Jason can feel everything Dick says, pussy spasming around the finger buried in him, walls rubbing and flexing, trying to pull him in deeper.
Jason’s hands have been clamped around Dick’s forearms the entire time, to keep him from touching himself, and to help ground him, holding onto his alpha as much as his alpha is holding on to him. His grip should be enough to have the alpha wincing in pain, but in this smaller, weaker body, all it does is spur Dick on.
“I know it feels weird, but just bear with it, little wing, you’re doing so good for me.” His honeyed words would have Jason rolling his eyes any other day, but he’s pretty deep into the little scene they’ve created, and the way Dick says it, with a hint of derision, has him squeezing down even harder of the finger Dick is working in and out of him.
With a lewd squelch, his alpha withdraws his finger, and Jason misses the feeling immediately, whining in protest.
“Hush, I’m not going anywhere baby,” Dick chides, but he sounds viciously pleased with his noises. His hands wander up his body to draw slick circles over his sore, reddened nipples before finally gripping the edges of his shirt, pulling it out of his mouth and off of his body, tossing it on the bed somewhere.
“There we go, how are you feeling baby? You can tell your big brother anything, ok?” Dick leans his chest back so that Jason can twist to look at him, and Jason has to bite his lip to keep back the needy whine at the loss of contact, and he shivers in the absence of his alphas heated skin.
“I d-don’t know, DIckie,” Jason stutters, getting right in the headspace of his younger self, and remembering how many times he dreamed that something like this would happen between them, Dick the perfect, untouchable alpha claiming little old plain-jane Jason.
Dick hums, urging Jason to elaborate. Jason picks a point on the wall right behind his alphas head and continues. “Uh, well, I don’t think that, um, that you’re supposed to touch me like that.”
Dick pouts at him, an exaggerated look of confusion on his face. “Why’s that, little wing?”
Jason makes sure to reestablish eye contact with Dick for just a moment before he looks away again, and he can feel the pleased rumble of his alphas purr at his performance. “We’re brothers, Dickie!” His voice is a little more whiney than he intended, but then again, Dick isn’t the only one getting off to this scenario.
Jason didn’t really think he’d be that into the ‘little brother’ role when he and Dick first started getting together, but it slipped from Dick’s lips one time and Jason came so hard he blacked out, so he’s pretty comfortable in his preferences now. That’s just to say, not all of his reactions are acting.
“That’s where you’re wrong, little wing.” Dick explains, bringing his clean hand up to cup the side of Jason’s head, turning him to face Dick fully. “It’s because I’m your big brother that I can touch you like this.” He starts to circle his clit lightly again with his wet hand, touch light enough to be felt, but not enough to get him anywhere.
“You’re my precious little brother, Jay,” Dick continues, pinching his clit with a little more force than he was ready for, causing the omega to yelp and squirm a bit in his lap. “And only I can touch you like this, ok?”
Jason bites his lip, body settling as Dick goes back to the light, teasing touches. “I don’t know, Dickie,” Jason weakly argues back, hips starting to hitch a little bit to try and rock into the alpha’s fingers.
“Most people don’t know, because it’s a secret, but when a big brother loves his little brother so much, then it’s ok for them to do this.” Dick explains, dipping his head closer to press a light kiss to the edge of Jason’s mouth, drawing a needy noise out of Jason’s mouth. “It’s a secret though, so you can’t tell anybody about this. I’m only able to do this because I love you so so much, little wing.”
“A secret?” Jason squeaks, eyes never leaving Dick’s lips as he swipes his tongue out to wet them further, flashing a hint of fang as he does so.
“Yup, you can’t tell anyone.” Dick stresses, fingers starting to increase pressure on his throbbing clit. Jason is practically sitting sideways on Dick’s lap now, and he winds one his arms around the alpha’s neck to help steady himself, putting their faces closer together.
“You really love me that much, Dickie?” Jason asks, licking his own lips and watching the way the alpha hungrily tracks the motion.
“Of course I do, I love you so much that I get to claim you all for myself.” Dick declares, hand on his cheek sliding back to cradle the back of his head. “Have you ever kissed anyone, little wing?” The alpha asks, his lips nearly brushing his as he talks with how close their faces are.
Jason shakes his head no as much as he’s able. “I haven’t,” He confesses, and the scent of pleased, possessive alpha swells around them.
“Such a perfect little brother,” Dick breathes, and Jason shivers as he inhales the words right from his alpha’s lips, the hand on the back of his head closing the slight distance between them, their lips pressing together softly in a sweet kiss.
Jason floats for a while, trading soft kisses with his alpha as his body gets hotter and hotter, the fingers on his clit never ceasing in their rhythm, bringing him closer and closer to his next orgasm.
Right as he’s about to fall over the edge, Dick removes his hand, and Jason doesn’t have to fake the whine of disappointment that slips out of him, his alpha smiling wickedly into their kiss.
“Hmm, I think you’re ready.” Dick assesses, and Jason cocks his head to the side slightly in question. “I’m going to teach you how to grownup kiss.”
Jason wants to roll his eyes really bad, but he restrains himself. In the past, he scoffed at roleplay, saying that if he wanted to pretend his partner was someone else, then his partner wasn’t doing a good job in bed.
Dick proved him wrong in thirty minutes, and held it over his head for two entire years. So even if it sounds cringey, Jason is at least willing to play along for Dick. He might even grow to like it, he’s open to trying new stuff.
“Stick your tongue out,” Dick instructs, and Jason slowly does as he’s told, watching the way Dick’s eyes burn with heat at the sight of his wet tongue parting his kiss swollen lips. “What a good boy for me,” He praises, and there’s nothing fake about the warmth that blooms in his chest at the praise.
Jason chokes on his next breath as Dick swoops down and kisses him again, wrapping his lips around his tongue and sucking. The keening noise it draws out of him surprises even him, and he can feel the corners of Dick’s mouth quirking up in a quick smile before he goes back to the kiss, wrapping their tongues together in a filthy, wet glide that has Jason absolutely gushing.
When they part, Jason’s mouth stays open, a line of spit connecting them. Having Dick’s alpha scent around him, rubbed into his body, and now in his mouth, he can feel himself starting to slip a little past coherency.
His world spins as Dick tucks him into a controlled fall, his back hitting the nest, the alpha’s hands moving to his thighs to keep his legs parted, his drenched and twitching pussy on full display.
He isn’t sure when Dick got out of his pants, but he can feel the scorching, heavy weight of his alpha’s cock as Dick slots their hips together. “Fuck, little wing, look at you,” Dick pants, and Jason can’t tell if he’s broken character or not, couldn’t care less either way at that very moment if he’s being honest. “Can you even fit all of me anymore?”
Jason struggles to get his elbows under him enough to pull himself up to look, and when he does, the sight of Dick’s huge alpha cock against his smaller body has his arms losing all strength and he falls back down, letting out a whimper equal parts nervous and eager.
“Don’t worry, baby, I said I’d take care of you, and I will.” Dick assures him, one hand coming down to slip two fingers into his scorching wet heat. He mewls at the feeling of them sliding all the way in, no resistance because of how wet he is.
“Look at that, doing so well for me,” His alpha praises, and Jason’s hips buck at the praise, head feeling light and floaty.
Jason has a complicated relationship with praise, simultaneously needing it all the time and not believing any of it as true. Dick is the only person whose praise he never doubts. He doesn’t have to worry if Dick is just trying to butter him up, or get a reaction out of him, or if his words are true or not.
He’s brought out of his head as a third finger enters him, the light ache that comes with the stretch surprising him, and he has to blink a few times to remember that his body isn’t the same, and while normally they have sex enough for Dick to start with three fingers, as he is now, he’ll need all the stretching he can get.
“Fuck, so tight, Jay,” Dick’s voice holds a slight hint of concern, his alpha worried about accidentally hurting him. It’s such a classic behavior for him that it has Jason relaxing the tension he didn’t realize he was holding onto, walls fluttering around the intrusions, relaxing the harsh grip he had on the alpha’s fingers. He moans low and long at the way his long digits twist around inside him, pressing and petting him from the inside, scissoring them to make room for his cock.
“There we go, good omega, just relax for me,” Dick babbles, endless praises spewing forth, each one making Jason melt that much more into the mess of bedding and clothes beneath him. The orgasm sneaks up on him, slow to crest and it feels like he comes for minutes, the pleasure endless and rendering time meaningless.
He eventually comes back down, drool trailing out the corners of his mouth as Dick lines himself up, the thick, fat tip prodding at his spasming entrance. It feels impossibly huge against him like this, and Dick has to keep himself steady with a hand while he increases the pressure, a little squeak Jason will deny later exploding from his throat as the head pops in.
Dick is past words, a pleased noise making its way out of him at the heat and the stretch around him. Jason has to work to keep his body relaxed, while Dick looks like he’s tensing every muscle in his body to keep from just fucking into him, satiating his primal urges. His alpha makes sure to keep control, just enough that he takes his time working himself deep into Jason’s tight body.
Every time Jason thinks he’s taken all of it, Dick manages to work another inch in, and when he finally rests his hips against Jason’s ass, the omega swears he can feel him in his throat.
Like a good alpha, he stays still, letting Jason adjust to the fucking third leg he just pushed into him. Has Dick always been this big? He can’t even clench around him, feeling stretched so impossibly wide it hovers near pain.
The seconds stretch by, and Jason’s body begins to get accustomed to the stretch, the threat of pain fading away, replaced by the feeling of an oncoming wave of pleasure, like the water receding in the sand before a wave crashes over the surf.
“Alpha,” Jason rasps out, giving Dick permission to move. Like a statue coming to life, Dick’s muscles unlock, rigid posture of restraint relaxing as he does a few slow, shallow thrusts, testing the waters.
When Jason’s scent remains free of pain and discomfort after a few gentle movements, Dick starts to speed up, letting his thrusts hit harder after each pass until he’s slamming into him at a brutal pace.
Like this, Dick is able to hit all of his sweet spots no matter how he angles himself, and Jason finds himself thrown off the edge almost immediately, body spasming as he squirts all over his alphas abs, said alpha rumbling in primal satisfaction as Jason drenches him in his come.
Dick’s made Jason squirt before, hell, the alpha’s made him pass out a few times during their more athletic sessions, but never this quickly, and he hardly slows down, drawing it out so long Jason isn’t sure if he’s orgasming again, or if the alpha is just prolonging the first one.
Overstimulation sets in quickly, but not in the harsh, sharply painful way, and more of a numbing, too-much-not-enough way that makes Jason’s eyes roll back into his head. Dick thrusts a few more times before pulling out, hands wrapped around his expanding knot as he comes all over Jason’s body, jet after jet of heavy alpha come striping his skin in a primal claim.
Jason’s relieved Dick had the presence of mind not to knot him like this, he might actually have been torn in half. His alpha gives one last full body shudder, cock dribbling the last of his orgasm onto Jason’s thighs, before he collapses, barely remembering to fall to the side so he doesn’t crush Jason, who now CAN be crushed by the larger alpha.
“Fuck, Jay,” Dick groans, voice wrecked as he’s finally able to let go of his cock with a sensative hiss. “Jesus Christ on a cracker that was hot.”
Jason would hit him for such a stupid comment if he had any strength at all in any of his limbs. As it is, he can just lie there, body still shivering through a few aftershocks from being dicked down by his beast of an alpha.
“Jay?” Dick sounds a little worried at his lack of violence, his face coming into his field of vision. Jason grunts, and Dick knows him well enough to relax again, preening from the fact that he fucked his mate into a speechless, bone-less puddle.
He doesn’t know how long he laid there, covered in filth as they both wound down, but Jason did eventually pass out, and when he comes to, he’s been cleaned up, and so has his nest.
His alpha is wrapped around him, caging him between his body and the wall of his nest, soft snores passing his slightly parted lips with each breath. It’s been a while since Jason has seen his alpha sleep so deeply and peacefully, chest going gooey with warmth and love at the sight of his sleeping face, a line of drool escaping his mouth.
Even like this, the bastard looks like a GQ model, and Jason desperately wishes he had his phone on him, wanting to capture this moment forever. Instead, Jason tries to etch the scene into his mind, staring dopily at his alpha until his eyelids grow too heavy to keep open, slipping into a dreamless slumber along with his mate.