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Despite it all, Damian somehow feels unprepared for this.
It's not like it's a surprise. Once they were ‘officially’ married, for as official as his grandfather's word can make anything, of course it was expected to consummate the marriage. If anything, Damian's more surprised that his family isn't trying to watch or, worse still, forcing this to happen as some sort of public event.
Not that there's a way out of this without having sex with his new, uh- with Todd. Watched or not, Damian is all too aware his mother and grandfather will know if he actually did as he was told or not. If they don't do it now in private, they'll just be forced to do it in front of someone who will likely make the whole situation that much more uncomfortable.
Damian looks at Todd uneasily.
Todd just looks back at him with that uninterested, mildly annoyed look of his. It's not that Damian thought anything would change when they were actually married and fortunately, that means Todd doesn't look any more ticked off than usual. They've been arranged to marry since Damian could barely walk and in all of those years, it's always been clear how much Todd doesn't like him.
Actually, Damian thinks it's worse than that. Todd has always been the one to take care of him and his purpose has always been to be more than just a ‘wife’. He’s to protect and serve Damian when he's not doing his wife/mother duties. For as long as Damian can remember, Todd has always done so competently and without complaint. Honestly, he's always been better about taking care of Damian than his actual mother was.
But Todd has always done so like some external force is making him and if that force were to ever relinquish its hold, Todd would sooner beat Damian to death with his bare hands.
Damian isn't aware of any way his family is capable of controlling or otherwise puppeteering Todd against his will, though. He's in the Pit roughly once a year but the Pit doesn't do that. It's not like Todd is wholly lacking free will, either.
He certainly had his fill of alcohol at their ceremony.
Not that Todd seems drunk, unfortunately. This might've been easier if he was- perhaps that’s what he thought, too.
Damian has no idea how to approach this least of all because Todd is huge. He has no reason to believe Todd will fight him or, for that matter, refuse to go along with this, but Damian has no expectation that Todd is going to be helpful and easy about this, either. Damian actually likes Todd well enough and he's an attractive man at the end of the day but something about this feels like approaching a wild animal and assuming it's not going to bite when you start trying to have sex with it.
And no, it doesn't help that Damian is definitely a virgin with his only guidance on how to do this being very dry, clinical books and his fundamentally unhelpful mother.
Mother is of the idea that it doesn't really matter what Damian does and that he's free to do whatever he wants to Todd- including the implication that they can just throw him in the Pit again if Damian gets ‘too rough’. This isn't about making Todd feel good, this is about consummating their marriage and to that end, Damian can do whatever gets him off.
As if Damian knows what that would even be.
At the end of the day, all Damian really has to do is put his penis in the right place and come. That will consummate their marriage and then they don't have to do this again until mother demands grandchildren. Can Damian figure out how to do that much?
Well, they're about to find out.
When he finally approaches Todd sat on the edge of the bed, Todd just stares at him. Damian isn't sure if Todd is a virgin, too, nor does he think it really matters. He doesn't even really know how old Todd is thanks to how often he's in the Pit. For as much as Damian remembers, he's always sort of been the same. That would easily make him more than two decades older than Damian- old enough to be his father.
Todd, of course, doesn't speak. Damian takes Todd's face in his hands and tilts his head up to look at the scar on his throat. It's small, smaller than usual in fact, as though his mother was careful not to get too carried away while stripping his vocal cords this time in preparation for their ceremony.
Not that Damian thinks Todd would have anything to say anyways.
They did kiss briefly during their ceremony and that was- awkward, at best. Damian tries it again, doing his best to be less forceful when he presses his mouth to Todd's. It still feels awkward but that's probably because Todd isn't doing anything to reciprocate. That's all, though. Todd isn't trying to push him off or trying to turn away or anything.
He just sits there.
Damian looks at him mildly for a moment and again, Todd just looks back at him. It could be worse, he supposes.
With his thumb, Damian parts Todd's lips before trying to kiss him again. He slips his tongue inside his mouth and tentatively explores. Maybe he doesn't have experience kissing anyone else but this certainly doesn't feel like he expected a kiss to. Damian gives up on this pretty quickly.
“Undress,” he tells Todd plainly. The sooner they get this over with, the sooner it's done for both of them. Todd makes no complaints. He pulls off his robe while Damian works on getting his own clothes off, too. They've seen each other naked plenty before so that's not an issue. There's no surprises here.
Damian certainly would never admit it but he's touched himself plenty thinking about Todd. How could he have helped it? Ever since he was young he's been told Todd was going to be his wife so of course he's thought about things like this. Now here they are. This feels like an unsatisfying conclusion to a long promised threat.
He'd never admit he's nervous, either.
Tentatively, Damian just takes a moment to explore. He feels the broadness of Todd's chest, tracing each curve with his fingers, before giving his firm pecs a squeeze. They are firm, but not as firm as Damian expected. It is just muscle and fat, he supposes. Todd's skin is wonderfully warm to the touch, though, and alluring in a strange sort of way. It makes Damian want to be enveloped by him.
It's unsurprising but Todd doesn't give much reaction. He doesn't look away, either, or even watch what Damian does. All he does is pierce Damian with his mild look. That's nothing new. At least he doesn't look that mad right now. He knew this was going to happen eventually just like Damian did.
Damian pushes a finger over one of Todd's fawn nipples and slowly strokes it until it's a stiff nub. He pinches it, plucks it, and rolls it around in an attempt to get some sort of response from Todd. Still, there's nothing. It's like he doesn't even notice. It's more frustrating than Damian expected. Even if Todd doesn't like him, or this, he's still human. Surely he has to enjoy something. Maybe his chest isn't sensitive?
Even if Damian were to ask Todd a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, he knows Todd wouldn't answer. He never does. Damian could very well ask if Todd likes his chest being groped and Todd could answer no. But he wouldn't. Perhaps just to prove this to himself, to assure himself that Todd isn't willing to cooperate, Damian asks anyway.
“Do you like this?” he says, squeezing Todd's pecs in his hands. Sure enough, Todd just looks at him. His expression doesn't even really change. There's nothing to ‘read between’ or assume in his blank gaze.
“Answer,” Damian instructs rather curtly. So Todd shrugs noncommittally. That's not unexpected.
All it takes is for Damian to give his chest a little push and Todd lays back without a fight. He nudges Todd's thighs apart and gets down on his knees to look at his sex. It's not like Damian hasn't seen it before but he definitely hasn't been this up close and personal. Likewise, Damian has seen plenty of nudity around the island even if that is mainly penis. Todd looks nothing like his mother down here, that's for certain. Most notably, his clit is large and pokes out noticeably from his salted bush.
Damian touches it, rubbing it briefly with one finger before beginning to stroke it between two. Actually, with how much bigger Todd is than him on the whole, his clit isn't that much smaller than Damian’s cock. It even stiffens some under the stimulation though Todd still gives no reaction. Damian reaches down further to feel Todd's folds but even like this, he's not getting very wet.
There is a slight dewiness, though. Damian gingerly presses his finger inside and it goes in without much resistance. It's searing hot inside. Todd's soft, velvety walls clench around his finger much tighter than Damian expected, too. It feels good. Damian feels around in search of something that will make Todd respond but he doesn't really know what he's even looking for.
If he's not going to get wet on his own, Damian will just help him. It feels a bit strange to use his mouth like this though not necessarily in a bad way. He's thought of doing things like this before but actually being here feels different. Tentatively, Damian takes Todd's clit in his mouth and right away, it's not quite as easy as he expected.
As slight as it may be, he definitely sees Todd's thigh twitch.
Not willing to back down so easily, Damian lavishes his wife's cock with his tongue as best he can without gagging himself. He pushes a second finger into Todd's tight cunt and works them around as his spit rolls down his slit. It's helping a little and in return, Todd is starting to get a bit more wet. Maybe Todd isn't particularly enjoying this- if he's even capable of enjoying things to begin with- but Damian finds that he is.
His cock is achingly hard already and there's an uncomfortable heat coiled in his belly. He didn't really expect to enjoy something like this if he's being honest. Frankly, he's not even sure if he should be embarrassed that he does or not. It seems a bit below him to service anyone like this, even his spouse.
Damian stops more abruptly than he means, having flustered himself a bit too much. Todd's clit and folds are shiny with his own slick and Damian’s spit now. That's hopefully enough? He doubts Todd will complain if it's a little dry but Damian doesn't think that would be particularly pleasant for him, either. All he wants is to get this done with- ideally without making Todd hate him more than he already does.
“Lay on the bed,” Damian instructs. Todd does as he's told, shifting up onto the bed to be in a better position. Admittedly, Damian is a bit unsure of how to do this part, too. That largely has to do with their size difference, though. Todd is just so much bigger than him, he can't think of any position where it wouldn't be awkward. He'll just have to make it work.
Damian climbs onto the bed with him and, for better or worse, Todd has decided to look elsewhere now. He seems more bored than annoyed but as ever, just lets Damian do whatever he wants. There is something freeing about not having to worry about how Todd feels but whether or not that outweighs Damian’s frustration about not being able to elicit a reaction from him still remains to be seen.
He straddles Todd's thighs and is again reminded of just how much bigger his wife really is. Like a spider, he thinks before realizing it's a little too accurate.
Distract his wife with alcohol and hope he stays bored enough to not rip Damian's head off while they mate.
Not that Damian actually thinks Todd would or could hurt him.
Damian curiously compares his hard cock to Todd's clit. They are awfully similar in size. A part of Damian is aware that maybe he should feel emasculated or something but he can't really reason with why. It just makes sense to him that with Todd being bigger than him, he'd be bigger in every aspect.
Admittedly, he's a bit distracted by the idea that Todd could fuck him instead and might even enjoy that better. Not that Damian would ever offer something like that.
Unsure of how else to position himself, Damian just nudges his cock down beneath Todd's clit and prods his tight cunt. It's not the best position but he manages to slip his cock inside without any trouble. That tight, slick heat that grips him nearly makes him moan immediately. It feels so much better than he thought it would and leagues better than his own hand.
Considering their size difference, he really didn't think it would feel this good or this tight. He rocks his hips a little to test things and even this small movement feels far, far too good. No wonder people seem to like sex so much.
Todd moves suddenly.
It surprises Damian a bit but all Todd does is push himself up onto his forearms and looks down at where they connect. Then he looks at Damian mildly. Does this feel good for him? Or is he warning Damian to hurry it up? There's no way to tell. Damian thrusts into him as best he can but still, there's no reaction. This is affecting Damian far more than it is Todd, that much is clear.
Todd shifts around and Damian is forced to move with him in the process. Seemingly annoyed with their positioning, Todd hikes his thighs over Damian’s and adjusts his hips to get more comfortable. Right away, it's clear this is a much better position and Damian can push his cock in even deeper, sinking in to the very root into Todd's beautifully hot sex. He bites back a groan as he ruts into Todd slowly.
Obviously Todd just wants him to be done faster.
Damian is doing his best. It takes him a bit to figure out the best way to thrust in but soon, he has a decent rhythm down. He's not sure if Todd is actually getting more aroused now or if that's his own precum making things slippery. In an effort to try to entice him as well, Damian strokes his clit in his hand to the same rhythm.
Todd looks like he'd rather be doing laundry.
None of this is really surprising but still, Damian can't help but feel frustrated that he can't even get a little reaction out of Todd and a bit humiliated that he is getting so much pleasure out of this. He doesn't want to have to do this either! Surely Todd understands that this isn't up to him and he doesn't have a choice anymore than Todd does. Damian isn't the one that did this to him.
Without warning, Todd's already tight hole clenches around Damian’s aching cock. Damian gasps before he can stop himself. He tosses his head down quickly and tries to recompose himself before glaring at Todd. Surprisingly enough, Todd briefly smirks at him. Damian doesn't know how to take that.
“Don't do that,” Damian demands impatiently. Proving that Todd is entirely capable of doing whatever the hell he wants, he does it again. Damian’s breath hitches as he holds back a groan. He is trying to get this over with sooner so he's not sure why he's trying not to come so quickly. So he leans into the feeling, fucking into Todd quicker and trying to chase the sensation of his welcoming cunt.
Damian groans lowly as he comes inside his new wife. He sort of expected it to be lackluster but it's not. It takes the wind out of him, even if just briefly, and he feels far too hot and sweaty for what little actually happened. Todd exhales a quiet sound- like a scoff of relief that they're finally done.
When he pulls out, Damian sees the little dribble of cum that leaks out after him. Their marriage is consummated but he hasn't the least idea when mother is going to start demanding more. Damian doesn't rightly see them doing this again for fun or something. Practice maybe.
Would Todd even go along with that sort of ‘practice’?
“We're done here,” Damian assures Todd curtly. What else can he do? It's not like Todd wants to cuddle or something. They're done and they can go back to business as normal.
Todd grumbles and he promptly reaches down to push a finger into his messy cunt. For a moment, Damian almost thinks he's trying to get himself off where Damian obviously failed- but no, he's just scraping Damian's cum out of him. He clearly didn't enjoy this at all.
Somehow, Damian feels even worse that he did in spite of Todd's displeasure. He thinks he actually prefers masturbating over this.
When all is said and done, Todd still grabs Damian about the back of the neck to make him wash afterwards. It's not usually so awkward.
Damian thinks about running away sometimes and leaving his strange family behind. He hasn't any idea where he would even go or how he'd survive on his own but he likes to think he'd manage. He always wonders if Todd would come with him if he did. If he even could. Or what would happen to him if he didn't.
But there's no point in thinking about stupid things.