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For as much as Jason tries, he simply can't get comfortable enough to sleep.
His room is cool with a gentle breeze from the open window but Jason is uncomfortably hot. This has been going on for weeks now and nothing he does helps. Needless to say, he isn't eager to tell Bruce or Alfred about this for fear that they'll think he's sick or something.
He's not sick.
Regrettably, Jason's just really, really horny.
He's a teenage werewolf, unfortunately he's just going to be horny sometimes. That part is normal. That part, Jason knows how to deal with. Or, at least, he did know how to deal with it. Usually when he gets so horny he can't sleep, he just puts an old shirt between his mattresses and humps that until he gets it out of his system. It's embarrassing but it works.
That hasn't worked this time. Nothing has worked this time. Jason has tried chewing ice, drinking vinegar, going for a run, watching boring tv, taking a cold shower, looking at dirty magazines- none of it has brought any sort of relief or stopped him from being insanely horny.
The worst part is, Jason knows it's because of Bruce.
Every time Jason catches a whiff of his dad's scent, his cock gets achingly hard. Yeah, it's worse when he's sweating or when he's worn the same undershirt one too many times but it doesn't help that his normal, everyday scent is enough to set Jason off, too.
It's utterly humiliating! Why is he horny for his dad! Jason even begrudgingly tried to get himself off while thinking of Bruce which only really feels like it made the matter worse. He's stolen one of Bruce's shirts to smother himself with his scent but that definitely made it worse. It's not like ignoring it was doing him any good!
Jason always thought Bruce was a chaste man and frankly, hadn't bothered to dedicate any more time to thinking about it than that. Then Bruce masturbated. It's not like Jason was trying to peep! In fact, he didn't peep! He didn't even come close! But Jason could smell it through the entire house. Thirty fucking minutes of Bruce's aroused, heady scent flooding the manor and all Jason could do was chew on his own tail.
He doesn't know what to do.
Eventually he will fall asleep and he'll probably have an awful horny nightmare and then it'll be tomorrow and he'll have to do this all again. It's driving Jason utterly mad. If he had any faith in it going away, then maybe he could wait it out, but so far, it's only gotten worse. He knows it's only a matter of time before Bruce realizes it, too. He's so going to get Jason neutered!
For tonight, Jason just needs to get himself sorted. He can figure out what he's going to do about all of this once he gets some proper sleep. At this point, he's getting desperate enough to talk to Dick and hope he's going to be cool about it.
Quietly, Jason peeks out of his room and listens for anyone moving around the manor.
Thankfully, it sounds like both Alfred and Bruce are already fast asleep. He slips out into the hall and as quiet as he can, heads for Bruce's room. Jason knows it's perverted but at this point, he thinks the only thing that'll help get him to sleep tonight are a pair of Bruce's boxers. He just needs something with enough scent so he can get off properly and sleep. That's all.
The sound of Bruce's creaky door opening sounds louder than ever in the dark. Jason only gets it open far enough for him to slip inside and he painfully slowly latches it behind him. Needless to say, he expects Bruce to wake up immediately. If Bruce catches him, Jason has an excuse ready but that excuse isn't going to go very far if he gets caught red handed with Bruce's used boxers.
There's no excuse in the world that'll get him out of that one.
Warily, Jason peeks over at the bed but Bruce doesn't move. He isn't a snorer and as such, it's peacefully quiet in his bedroom. Jason can hear his even, calm little breaths and in a way, it's actually very comforting. It's unfortunate that Bruce is laying on his back, on top of his blankets, in nothing more than a pair of briefs with his thighs partially spread. In some twisted way, it almost feels like he's been laid out just for Jason.
Bruce doesn't wake so Jason hastily moves on to what he's here for. He sneaks into Bruce's bathroom and goes straight for his laundry hamper.
Empty.
Dammit Alfred.
Jason sniffs around, eager to find absolutely anything to help him out but Alfred has obviously been hard at work lately. When he comes back out of the bathroom, he watches Bruce for a moment for any sign of alertness but still, he doesn't wake up. Jason keeps sniffing around in hopes of finding something- an abandoned sweater under the bed maybe. The scent of Bruce himself is more than a little distracting for his searching.
It's only made worse when he realizes Bruce is starting to get aroused. He must be having a horny dream or something. This is very, very bad timing.
Distracted with trying not to think about Bruce smelling horny, Jason bumps directly into the dresser with force. It rattles loudly, bumping against the wall and shaking the various knick knacks on top of it. As though he'd made the noise himself, Jason urgently covers his mouth. He whips his head around, excuse ready on his tongue for when Bruce bolts upright.
But he doesn't.
Bruce still isn't waking up? Why isn't he waking up? That would've awoken any normal person and Bruce definitely isn't normal. Jason can hear him breathing and nothing sounds out of the ordinary so why did he not even stir? Knowing his dad, it's not like Bruce would willingly take pain medication or, for that matter, sleeping pills. Did Alfred slip him some maybe?
Curiously, Jason comes closer to the bed. He's still cautious, worried that Bruce is just pretending to be asleep, but on closer inspection, he really is sleeping. Jason touches his arm to gently prod him awake. No reaction. Jason prods him a little harder. Bruce doesn't even sigh.
Is he alright? Maybe Jason should go get Alfred just to be sure? It feels very unusual for Bruce to be this dead to the world. Briefly, Jason's concern for his father outweighs his increasingly prominent issue of a hard dick.
Briefly.
Jason's eyes begin to drift down. Bruce is clearly having a very nice dream. The heady scent from his cunt is becoming more and more pervasive and Jason can see the wet spot beginning to form in his briefs. Even if he is fast asleep, it's not like Jason can just steal his underwear right off him.
Not that he needs to do that, either. Jason wets his mouth nervously before carefully kneeling on the edge of Bruce's bed. When even this movement doesn't cause Bruce to react, Jason quietly moves closer. He puts a hand on Bruce's inner thigh, gingerly pushing them further open, and leans in to sniff his dad's horny pussy.
The scent that floods Jason's senses is heavenly. He wags his tail and opens his mouth a little to really intake the scent. It's rich and heady and smells so much like he's horny for Jason's cock, it's unbelievable. This is leagues better than sniffing his shirt, that's for sure. Jason dares to be a little more bold, nuzzling his nose against Bruce's crotch and withholding a weak groan.
Eagerly, Jason pushes his boxers down beneath his hard cock to start stroking himself. This is the best he's going to get so this has to work. He presses his mouth to that wet patch and inhales deeply from Bruce's scent. If Bruce were to wake up right now, Jason hasn't the least idea what he'd do but he can't tear himself away even with the looming worst case scenarios floating through his head.
When even this isn't enough, Jason starts licking at that damp patch. Bruce tastes even better than he smells and it goes straight to Jason's cock. He can't believe he's doing this. He can't believe Bruce isn't waking up. Jason strokes his cock quicker, copious precum beginning to run down his length and making it much messier than usual. He's going to get drunk on this.
Jason licks and nibbles on Bruce's briefs, eager to get every drop of slick he can. Soon, it's just wet with Jason's own spit, though. Fortunately, the source is close at hand. Even as his brain shouts about all the bad things that'll happen if he's caught, Jason slowly and carefully pulls Bruce's briefs off to reveal his dripping cunt.
Salt and pepper hairs line Bruce's belly, leading down to his brush and a large clit poking out of it. He's already wet enough that his pussy is tantalizingly shiny. Jason licks his chops before diving it, lapping up all that delicious slick from his dad's pretty fold. Bruce does exhale heavily but he doesn't move and he obviously doesn't wake up. He does get slicker under Jason tongue, though, steadily becoming more and more horny under the stimulation.
Jason sucks on his clit, urging it erect and earning more of that beautiful taste for himself. His cock is achingly hard now but for as much as he strokes, he can't get himself off. He gets lost in what he's doing. It's easy when Bruce isn't reacting and Jason is free to lick him as much as he wants. He pushes his tongue inside to taste his velvety walls and almost groans aloud.
With one hand, Jason pushes a pair of fingers inside Bruce's tasty pussy and spreads them apart to get his tongue even deeper. It's as amazing as it is frustrating. He's eating his dad out, why can't he come? It's actually starting to hurt with just how bad he wants to.
This just isn't enough.
Jason sits up, licking Bruce's slick off his face as he desperately strokes his cock with both hands. He feels more like a randy animal than ever. Even with his loud, needy pants and whines, Bruce just lays there sleeping. His cunt looks far too inviting, shiny with his own slick and Jason's spit.
Maybe Jason can just put the tip in.
It's clear that Bruce isn't going to wake up any time soon so it'll be fine, right? Jason will quickly get himself off, clean Bruce up, and no one will be any the wiser. Just the thought of finally being able to get some relief is enough to convince Jason that this is a fantastic idea.
He crawls between Bruce's legs, doing what he can to make sure he doesn't jostle him too much. Jason's cock is drooling so much precum already, his hands and cock are an absolute mess and he leaves lewd little handprints wherever he touches Bruce. Just the tip. It's not like he's going to fuck his own dad, he's just going to put the tip in.
Jason guides his cock into place, biting his lip as he feels Bruce's heat against the swollen head. Slowly, he presses inside and groans at how tight and wet Bruce feels. Just on instinct alone, Bruce seems to clamp down on him and his soft pussy grips Jason needily. Whatever horny dream Bruce is having, Jason wishes he were there.
Trying to get himself off quickly before Bruce wakes up, Jason strokes the rest of his cock feverishly. The trouble is his hand just doesn't feel anywhere near as good now. Bruce is hot and wet and Jason aches to feel that wrapped around him properly. He tries to restrain himself, drooling all over Bruce's stomach as he tries so hard to come.
Jason pushes a little deeper, watching Bruce's face for any sign that he'll be waking up. It feels so good. Just a little more, he tells himself. Bruce will understand. Jason eases his throbbing cock further in and Bruce lets out this airy little moan in his sleep. He's enjoying this so it's fine. Bruce will wake up just thinking he's had an especially nice dream.
Once he starts, Jason just can't stop. He keeps pushing forward, eager to stuff the entirety of his cock inside his dad's welcoming pussy. With each inch, he only feels like he's getting tighter. His slit clenches around Jason's cock rhythmically, like it's trying to pull Jason further in and milk him for every drop. Jason never would've imagined Bruce to have such a horny pussy.
With a few wriggles and thrusts, Jason buries his cock in to the root. It is blissful. It's so much better than Jason even thought it would be. Finally. Not even trying to control himself anymore, Jason eagerly starts fucking into Bruce. He tries not to move too fast but even that quickly becomes unimportant. Even as Jason is thrusting into him like the horny mutt he is, Bruce stays peacefully asleep.
Jason leans down to lick at Bruce's firm chest, dragging his hot tongue over his fawn nipples and suckling at them needily. Bruce moans quietly and finally moves a little but not much.
Unfortunately, Jason can feel himself starting to lose it. It just feels so good to finally get a piece of his mate, his instincts are taking over faster than he can rationalize his way out of them. He always hates showing his more wolfish side but he can't stop himself. His nails begin to dig into Bruce's thighs and his fangs begin to poke out and he can feel the tickle of fur beneath his sleep shirt.
Bruce doesn't get any tighter but it certainly feels like he does when Jason's cock begins to grow larger inside him. He aches to bite, to sink his teeth in and claim Bruce properly like his instincts are telling him, but he manages to control himself. There's no world in which Bruce sleeps through a werewolf biting him.
Without warning, Jason finds that he can't pull out anymore. His heart sinks.
“Shit, wait.” He grabs at Bruce's thighs and tries to force his cock out but his knot is already too swollen. Bruce's brows furrow at the discomfort and try as he might, Jason just can't pop free. Fuck fuck fuck. That happened so fast! He never knots that fast! Jason pushes back in and rubs Bruce's clit roughly to try to get him to loosen up more.
When that doesn't work, Jason tries to force himself back into his human shape. He's so caught up in his own head, in his new mate, the beast refuses to go back inside. He's stuck. He's stuck in his dad.
Jason whimpers as he comes, filling Bruce's waiting womb with his hot seed. The relief is instantaneous and while very nice, his frustration is immediately replaced with a sense of dread. The second his knot has gone down enough to pull out, he needs to clean Bruce up and get the hell out of here. He has no idea how he's going to hide this now.
There's scratches on Bruce's thighs, he's definitely going to feel the stretch of being knotted, Jason's accidentally left hickies on his chest, and Bruce is awake.
Jason's breath catches.
Bruce is awake.
Stunned, Jason doesn't know what to do or even say. Well, he can't do anything now and anything he says is not going to go over well. Bruce looks at him groggily for a moment before his eyes drift down to where they connect. He clenches down so hard, Jason whines.
“You raped me while I was sleeping?” he mutters. It's Jason's knee jerk reaction to say no. When his knot is currently locked in his dad's pussy, that's obviously a lie. Guilt brews in Jason's chest. Now that his frustrations are soothed and his instincts are starting to recede, he struggles to understand how he could've done this.
“I-” he stammers. Forget neutering, Bruce is going to kick him out.
“You're still coming,” Bruce comments, way too nonchalant for what's actually happening. He presses down on his belly and the small cum bulge starting to develop. Jason winces. “Were you that pent up?”
“N-no, I-” Jason rasps. He's more disorientated by the fact that Bruce isn't shouting at him or even just angry. Why isn't he angry? Bruce strokes the little bulge in his belly.
“It's alright, Jason,” he murmurs. Maybe Jason's having one of those horny stress nightmares. “Next time, I’d prefer that you ask first but if you need relief this badly, I understand. We'll need to work on controlling your instincts from here on out, though.”
Jason doesn't understand and is, in fact, a bit overwhelmed now. Bruce should hate him! He's a despicable little pervert who raped and knotted his own dad! Jason sniffles a little.
“Does it hurt?” Bruce asks. Jason can feel the way Bruce adjusts his hips and tries to release the tension in his snug pussy like that's the problem here. Irritably, Jason shakes his head.
“No,” he woofs back. “Why- why aren't you mad? I did something terrible.” Bizarrely, Bruce briefly seems perplexed as to what Jason is referring to.
“You are my mate,” he says. Jason's fur stands on end. Bruce is a human! How does he know they're mates? Jason didn't even realize he'd started viewing Bruce that way. “Like I said, I’d rather you ask first but it's fine.”
Jason has far too many questions to ask them while he's still tied to his dad-mate. He's a bit agitated now, upset that Bruce isn't upset, but- he doesn't want Bruce to be upset. If he's not going to be upset, Jason will just have to make it up to him. No, he has no fucking idea how he's going to do that.
“I'm going to go back to sleep,” Bruce says. He reaches up to wrap his arm around Jason's neck and hesitantly, Jason comes to lay down on top of him. It feels- it feels nice. “You should try to get some sleep, too. If you're still unsatisfied when you wake up, we'll try again.”
Jason nips Bruce in the neck impatiently. Bruce just winces.
“Don't bite.”
What an annoying mate he's picked.