#dami is nineteen btw

[iphoenixrising]

Been going through a lot lately. I had this great idea! Imagine Alpha damian helping omega dick through his heat. Like dick is all embarrassed and hesitant, but damian is a persistant little shit

hi babe.

it’s ah late and I’ve got to crash soon, but just something short, okay?

(Btw, gotta have Tim there, so maybe a little more the Pack Alpha is guiding Dami on how to take care of an Omega the right way.)

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Dami’s face had been pink when he came down to the Cave, newly presented–

–with questions.

“Father is a Beta,” Baby Bat said quickly, “I want to learn these things from an Alpha, and you have always been good to Grayson and Todd…”

He’d been pleasantly surprised, hands frozen on the keyboard of the big computer, riding only in the body suit and utility belt, getting down some notes before he pissed off back to his Perch in the city. 

(“Stay the night,” B had tried to coax them after they’d gotten back from a good fucking night out on the streets. “You can go back tomorrow morning if you absolutely have to. Besides, Dick is out with Wally and Jay is with Artemis. Your room is ready upstairs.” Hm. Looks like he’s going to take B up on that offer after all.)

He saves his progress and turns away from the computer to give the younger Alpha his attention, “Okay. I’m all ears, Dami. Talk to me.”

It was a few hours of Q&A, the fourth Robin intently listening even to more…graphic details–

“How will I know I will not…hurt my Omega?”

“They’re built to take a knot. You can tell your Omega is ready by how much slick you can scent and feel–”

But by the end of it, Dami still looked too troubled for Tim’s piece of mind.

Tim kept mulling over it, wondering if he’d said all the right things, but when Dick made it back to Gotham first, he could put the worry away for a little while and take care of his Omega.

It was rewarding, stripping Dick down to the skin and making sure his scent was on every inch of that body, to make Dick’s exhaustion and strain ease under things like pleasure and love and care. It was focusing on a lightly-scented bath, gentle but thorough washing, a nice, filling dinner with something fancy for dessert. It was the mint massage oil and knotted muscles finally relaxing under his slick hands, the sleepy, half-mast eyes watching him motherhen fondly.

It’s later, holding Dick against his chest, the purr soft and deep against the night, that he wonders again if he shouldn’t make Baby Bat meet him tomorrow night on the Wallstone. Just a little, “patrol with me tonight. Let’s break some faces,” while he feels out where the young Alpha in his Pack is at. He’s thinking of about four contingencies, when a hand comes from under the covers and smoothes over his forehead.

“Wrinkly brow, Timmy. Your face will stay like that.”

He tells Dick generally what happened and what he’s planning. 

It’s even more of a twist when Dick gives him a plan of his own: 

“Why not just show him?”

Which is how (with a little more communication involved) they ended up in Titan’s Tower with Dick naked and utterly beautiful in the center of his bed with Dami mouthing at his hips and ribs, gently fingering him up after Tim made him come the first time, just with hands and mouth.

(”Make him come at least once before you knot him.” The Pack Alpha’s voice is deep from taking Dick’s cock all the way down, two fingers moving, the scent of slick intoxicating. “That’ll make him nice and relaxed. He’ll come easier, be more sensitive, especially here,” and takes a pert nipple in his mouth to lick and suck.)

“See how much he likes that? You’re doing perfect, Baby Bat, being a good Alpha and taking care of him.”

Dick’s mouth falls open, hands spasming in the sloppy sheets.

“You are mesmerizing, Richard,” is hoarse and deep while the fourth Robin works him. “More than Tim could ever describe.”

“Give him another, Dami, just a little more and you’ll hit–”

The cry pulled out of the Omega is really just jackpot. 

“Nice. You’re going to make him feel so good, aren’t you? He gets so wet when you touch him there.”

And of course, they all talked it this long beforehand. First him and Dick, then him, Dick, and Jay, then he and Dick went to Dami with the offer. Jay went next with Baby Bat to assure him the Pack was good with this, and if he learns from their Alpha, any ‘Mega he might get his hands on will be one lucky sumbitch, yeah?

So it’s Tim with his boxers, pointedly remaining clothed while their Robin watched and now takes Dick apart with his hands and mouth, uses what he learned, strives to find all the right spots, works to make the Omega under him keen. 

He doesn’t even notice when his purr starts to rumble his chest, vibrating down Dick’s spine, straight to his cock. 

“Make him come again before you fuck him,” is the sage advice from the red-faced Pack Alpha, lip bitten raw at the picture they make together, at how good they smell in His. Fucking. Bed. “That’ll make him feel so good when you knot him. Our Omega deserves to come as many times as you can make him.”

Dami pauses in lapping at Richard’s scars without stopping the motion of his hands, “Tim…Alpha, can I…? Is this–Will you allow this?”

Tim leans down on his elbows, his smirk satisfied and calculating. Someone that has a plan.

“We all talked about it, Dami. Dick and Jay both want to help you any way they can.”

And the youngest Bat’s eyes slide down to Dick’s pink-face, moving his free hand to turn his mentor’s face so he can look deeply into those half-mast eyes.

“Richard…Dick, I– I would never harm you. You know that, yes?”

“D-Dami! Of course I oh, oh there! Again! Dami, again!”

Hips undulate, Dick trying to fuck himself on Dami’s hand.

“Our Alpha will allow me this honor of servicing you, but I must hear it from you as well. Please, tell me I may care for you.”

And it’s so traditional Alpha, formal even when his Alpha cock is hard and red, leaking at the tip, his eyes dilated with arousal, his musk full in the room, mingling with Dick’s sweetness, and Tim’s natural earthy/metal/coffee mix.

For the first time since Dami’s hands spanned bare skin, Dick’s eyes open and his hands release the sheets, to grip his Robin’s forearms, pulling Baby Bat closer down.

“Damian. If you do not take care of me, I’m going to make you patrol downtown and check every dumpster for ten blocks.”

The reply is choked laughter, open and free, all telling how far he’s come since he started wearing the tunic almost a decade ago.

“I will take care of you, Beloved, but you must tell me what you need.”

Tim’s smirk grows when Dami teases, draws it out without stopping, puts more pressure on Dick’s spot to see his hips jump and hear the whines getting louder.  He licks his lips, tries to keep himself from panting, tries to be fine just staring hungrily at the two of them. He doesn’t touch himself at all even thought he’s straining in his boxers, and instantly earns all the vigilante points in the world.

It’s not long after Dami’s first knot goes down and he’s flopped beside Dick’s sprawled form, a palm over the slight curve of Dick’s belly, that the younger Alpha whines for him, eyes too big in his face.

It’s easy to stand and lean over Dick’s sated form and rub a hand through his hair absently while nuzzling against Dami’s nose affectionately.

“You did such a good job, Dami. I’m so proud of you.”

He’s slightly surprised when their Robin turns his head enough to bring their mouths together, and it’s really unfair how good Dami tastes when his mouth open for a real kiss, and this wasn’t something he thought he could have either.

“The next lesson,” panted against his mouth when Dami starts moving, apparently found some strength in his limbs, “shall be how to take care of our Pack Alpha, isn’t it Richard?”

“I really want to see this.”

“Oh God, Dami–”

“It would only be better if Todd were here with us. Then we could pleasure them together, and continue with one another once they were sated.”

“Onboard,” Tim replies even as he’s moving to top first so he can mouth at the tempting skin he’d been ogling for the past few hours. “First, we get to see who is going to take care of who.”