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Damian was a fussy pup, often tossing and turning in the middle of the night for hours on end until he was paid proper attention. Whether it was lifting him in their arms or tracing circles on his chest, Damian was sure to get his way with whiny cries and babbling nonsense.
Ever since he’d arrived, the manor had not seen a single day without some kind of disturbance to the peace.
Not that there was ever much peace to begin with in the first place, considering their intensive line of work or intricate hobbies. The number of bodies under their one roof has steadily increased since Tim had begun his plight as Bruce’s sidekick and assistant.
Damian was a welcome and noisy addition to the pack, showing up one day as a surprise and fundamentally changing their lives.
Their futures, their hopes and desires, the straining webs connecting their family—it had all changed with a newborn pup who couldn’t utter a single word, yet the blood coursing through his veins marked him as one of theirs, as an offspring of Bruce. Once an al Ghul, Damian would now be named after their father. He was destined to become a Wayne, just as Tim had been.
“Will you care for him?” Bruce had asked him several months ago on a night when their pup had first arrived. His rough fingers brushed through silky, black strands before curling around a small chin and raising Tim’s face. “There is no pressure from me, from any of us, for you to take responsibility for him. You are my omega. Your needs come above all else. I need you, as much as the rest of them do, if not more. Just say the word and I will find a solution. I won’t risk you straying from us again.”
Bruce was the pack alpha. He was their father. His duties and responsibilities required that of an omega, who could support him and the pack in ways that he alone couldn’t.
Tim was uncertain, afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing and accidentally upsetting Bruce’s natural child. He shook minutely under Bruce’s soft touches, mouth pursing with nervousness.
“I want to try,” he’d answered, lips parting as a curious thumb pressed over them. “I want to try for you, Bruce, but I just need some time to… to study, to learn, to practice. I’ve never held a pup before, let alone be a caretaker for one. I—I don’t want to hurt him. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to him because of me. He’s your child! Your blood…”
When his voice tapered into a whimper, Bruce growled softly. The man wrapped a hand around his waist, tugging Tim against his chest. His palms lay flat against the curve of his spine, drawing him closer until one of them wraps tightly around a slender nape. “You are my child and my blood, Tim. Do not ever say otherwise. I know you wouldn’t hurt him, intentionally or not. Damian is ours. He is our pup by name and by love. If you choose to follow through with it, I will be whatever you need me to be.”
Tim inhaled shakily as his father scruffed him into submission, though he never would have attempted to run from Bruce. His omega fell into a natural submission when it came to the older man.
“Think about it.”
“Thank you, Bruce.” The gratitude Tim felt for their father was immense. If he was with any other man, they’d have forced Damian into his arms and neglected the both of them. But Bruce, the gentle, thoughtful, and loving alpha that he was, would never think of doing something like that. “I—I’ll give you an answer soon. I just need some time, please?”
“Anything for you, darling.”
And Bruce, true to his word, gave him the time and the space he needed. The man was patient and silent, never asking Tim what he had decided. Never rushing him.
He watched from the doorway when Tim practiced holding their pup, the omega’s large blue eyes wide with anxiety, but hands steady as they held Damian.
When Tim glances at Bruce, he found steely eyes gazing at him with an eerie silence, but they glimmered undoubtedly with pride. The man is as still as ever, only pushing himself off and approaching Tim with the ease of a predator, hand outreached to cup a rosy cheek.
“You’re wonderful,” Bruce says, crooning low. The noise pulls a whine from Tim, the boy eagerly stepping closer. “You’re doing a wonderful job with him. He’s safe with you. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to him.”
Cradling a sleeping Damian to his chest, which had been growing increasingly sore the more time he spent with the pup, Tim flushes at the praise. “I’m not nearly as experienced as I should be, but… but he’s yours, and I want to care for him. I want to love him as my own. He’s yours, Bruce, and he’s so beautiful. He looks just like you.”
Tim whimpers, suddenly emotional. When he looks at the pup, he could clearly recognize all of Bruce’s features within his small, cherubic face. It was like looking at a carbon copy of the man, only with emerald irises from his al Ghul lineage.
But everything else was just so… Bruce.
“He may look like me, but he’ll have your mannerisms.” Bruce chuckles, brushing a thumb under a thick lash line. “I wouldn’t have asked anyone else to do this, Tim. I trust you with my life. You’ve proven it more than once that I can. Your faith in me, your devotion to me is… breathtaking.”
Leaning down, the man presses a gentle kiss to an exposed forehead. Tim leans into it, squishing Damian between the both of them, but the pup only babbles before returning to sleep. Whatever stress had been straining in him eased at Bruce’s words.
“You are breathtaking. No one else could do this. No one else could hold Damian like this and look so beautiful.”
Flushing red, Tim glances away. Bruce had never always been so verbally open, but he’d changed since they’d found him lost in the rift of time and space. It seems like ages ago now—Gotham never rested even if their vigilantes were picking up the pieces of their loved ones—but Bruce had opened up to them emotionally since then.
Particularly with Tim.
Tim doesn’t want to think that he’s been favored by their father, but the two of them have been inseparable. Bruce hovers by him when they’re in the same room, placing a hand on the small of his back to keep Tim beside him. The alpha openly scents him whether or not they were going outside, nose burying itself in Tim’s neck until he reeked of leathery musk.
Compliments were more frequent now.
Bruce reminded Tim of his strength and his perseverance, his technical abilities and intelligence, and particularly, his beauty.
Despite their growing intimacy, Tim was still startled when Bruce slid his hand down to his neck, gripping it before inching down to the swell of his breast. “Oh!” He flinches instinctively as fingers squeeze him.
“How are these?”
“Um,” Tim swallows dryly, trying not to think anything more of the act. His father was openly groping him while he carried their pup, and if anyone walked in on them now they’d be shocked with the sight. But it wasn’t sexual, Tim knew that. Bruce was acting as his alpha, ensuring that he could rely on Tim for his pup.
Their pup.
“They’re a bit sore,” he whispers. “But it doesn’t hurt when you press on them like that.”
Bruce hums pensively, cupping the bottom swell of his tit and lightly squishing it. The thin layer of fat pinches with the movement, and Tim was almost embarrassed at how small they were. Bruce surely wasn’t impressed by them, and the thought upsetted him more than he expected. “It’s good that it doesn’t hurt, but eventually, it will. They’re likely going to be full by the end of the month. Your body’s hormones are latching onto Damian, knowing well that it can produce for him rather than relying on artificial milk. It’s better for his health.”
The explanation is as clinical as ever, but Bruce lingers, gently caressing his breast before lightly rubbing over a pert nipple with his forefinger. It sticks out from his shirt, and Tim releases a tight noise at the touch.
“You’ll have to stimulate your nipples to help produce it. The more often you do it, the better. It’ll make it easier for Damian to latch on once you’ve filled up.”
“Okay,” Tim responds, biting down on another noise as Bruce pinches him, squeezing at his areola with that usual stern gaze of his. He tries not to react to the blatant groping, throbbing incessantly between his legs. His omega preened at the attention, happily producing slick for his father like it wasn’t an issue. He prayed that Bruce cannot smell the instinctual arousal. “I’ll do that… I can—I can start this week.”
Bruce gives him one last pinch before pulling back. His hand slips into his pocket. “If you ever need assistance with anything, just call for me. I will always help you. No matter what it is. I am your alpha, but your father before all else, and I’ll never leave you wanting for more. Just tell me, okay?”
Overwhelmed, Tim could only nod mutely. He’s so grateful for having a man like Bruce in his life—he’s not sure he would have been able to do any of this without him. “I will. Thank you, dad.”
He didn’t say it too often, but when he called Bruce that, he could visibly see the man melt. Saying it himself felt like whatever gaps between them were closing inch by inch. It was a step forward in the right direction, and he knew it was the right thing to say as Bruce leans down to kiss his forehead. He purrs instantaneously, chest rumbling with comfort at the affection. Damian stirs lightly, but only blinks, never once crying.
“You’re good for us,” Bruce murmurs. “You make us better. You make me want to be a better man. For the pack, for you.”
“You already are,” Tim whispers earnestly. His eyes flicker down to Bruce’s lips, missing the sensation of them on his skin.
“There’s no need to lie, darling.”
Pouting, Tim wants to retort.
“I haven’t always been the best role model. For any of you. But I’ve been trying to get there—to be a man that you’d be proud of. A man that you can rely on.” Bruce strokes over the apple of his cheek, eyes softening. “You’ve done so much for me, Tim. You helped me when I refused it, when I didn't want it, but that didn’t stop you. I wouldn’t be here without you.”
Tim blinks back the emotion welling inside him. It’s been a rollercoaster of vulnerability since Damian had come to them.
His instincts beg to scent the man, to hold him in his arms like a babe and console him.
What he does instead is vastly worse.
Bruce tastes like whiskey and peaches.
It’s a small, chaste peck but Tim stays there longer than he should, eyes closed gently before he realizes what he’s done and pulls back quickly with a startle. It was a mistake to have done that, to have attempted to console his adoptive father with something so intimate, something meant only for sexual mates.
“I’m sorry!” He apologizes, voice shrill with panic. Bruce stares at him with deep blue irises that swirl with an intense blackish tinge. He can’t read anything behind those colors. “I didn’t mean to do that—I just wanted to… to show you that I appreciate you. No matter what, Bruce. It doesn’t matter to me that you’ve made mistakes. We all do.” He cradles Damian closer to his chest. “I just… want you to know that. We all love you.”
The man’s thick eyebrows furrow lightly, knotting together in the center as he seems to analyze Tim’s words. His mouth opens to say something, scent flaring with an overwhelming sense of protection and hunger. “You—“
“Um, I have to go. It slipped my mind that I had commitments today, so I’ll have to leave.” He hurries to Damian’s cradle, gently placing the pup down with a soft smile before turning to the alpha. “I’m sorry again, Bruce.” His voice is weak. “Please forget I did that. I’ll be back tonight, and I’ll practice holding Damian again.”
He’s turning to leave when a large hand snatches his wrist and keeps him in place. Tim immediately looks up at his father.
The urgency he sees surprises him.
His omega whines at the distance he’s putting between them now, as if it’s not his own fault for doing something entirely inappropriate. “Bruce?”
There’s a pause.
Tim stills, turning to properly face the older man. He doesn’t mind the sudden grip on his wrist, fingers anchoring themselves on him. It’ll likely leave behind a red mark.
“Dinner is at seven.” Bruce says simply, but his tone hides a million other things. “Alfred would like it if you were in attendance. The others will be there.”
“Okay.”
Bruce tightens his hold momentarily. “Don’t apologize. There’s no reason to. I will take whatever you give me.”
Unsure how to take that, let alone understand it, Tim hesitates, mouth opening with a stutter. “I—okay.”
“Be safe.”
Tim is reluctant to leave at the soft tone. But he’d made up his mind, and the kiss he’d forced on Bruce was fresh in his mind. It probably would be for the next week and a half. “I will.” He takes the opportunity when the grip on his arm loosens, slipping out of the man’s presence and out the door of the man’s study.
When he returns for dinner hours later, after wandering around by himself and eventually meeting up with his former teammates for a lengthy distraction, he ends up seated beside Bruce who patiently observes him from the head of the table.
Fortunately, the others are conversing enough to fill in the silence that the pack alpha and sole omega are wallowing in.
The hand that ends up on his thigh anchors him. His spine automatically straightens, seeking out his alpha’s warmth.
“Tim,” Bruce murmurs closely from underneath the noises of their pack. “Don’t push yourself away from me. Whatever it is you feel the need to apologize for, then I forgive you.” Fingers dig into the fat of his thigh, inching upward with consolation. “I need you.”
His heart stammers, loudly beating in his ribcage. The pleading expression written across their alpha’s face is blatant.
“Damian needs you.”
It’s something that should upset Tim. To have Bruce hold their pup over his head like that, but it doesn’t. He likes to be needed. The smile that grows in response expresses that desire.
Bruce would never judge him. Not even for accidentally kissing him. He’s not even certain where that urge came from, but his body had simply acted as it wanted to in the moment.
“Thank you,” Tim places his hand atop Bruce’s much larger one, palm resting on thick, calloused knuckles. He holds it tightly. “I’ll feed Damian after this, if you’d like to join us. He likes having you there. He fusses less.”
“I’d love to.” Bruce agrees easily, returning his smile. It’s substantially smaller, only the corners of his lips upturning just a centimeter. But it’s there, and it’s the most attractive thing Tim has seen all week. “Nothing would make me happier than to watch my omega feed our pup.”
Flushing, Tim’s stomach flips upside down.
“Would you like to nest with us tonight? You haven’t had a chance to spend the full night with Damian yet. I think you’ve earned that right now. You’re his mother.”
Nodding eagerly, Tim bites his bottom lip, trying to contain his excitement at the prospect. “I would like that.”
“It’ll be good for you. Bring whatever you’d like after finishing up here. I’ll assist you. Blankets, pillows, the likes. Anything else?”
“That’s all I need.” He answers swiftly, oblivious to the way green eyes watch him from their peripherals. Whatever anxiety he’d felt about facing Bruce was gone entirely. “Maybe some of your clothing? But not a lot. Just a shirt or two would be nice. If not, it’s okay—I just figured…”
“Whatever you want, it’s yours.” Bruce reassures him. “No questions asked. I’m just glad to have you in my bed at last. There’s more than enough room for the both of you. You can watch whatever you’d like while you nest, or you can pick a book from the shelves.”
“How generous,” Tim giggles softly, skin tingling at the immense offers of comfort and entertainment. Not all alphas were so accommodating. Bruce always proved his kind differently. “Will you read to me, then?”
“Well, if it’s what you want, then of course. No arguments here, son. I’ll read six hundred pages without a break if it will help you sleep. Whichever author. Whichever series.”
It feels like a courtship offer—to not only provide a room for an unmated, single omega but also provide services in hopes to make amends and to assist with his restlessness.
It feels like much more than it is.
But Tim ignores that voice in the back of his head. It’s Bruce, after all. The man had never had a proper relationship with omegas. Surely, it was nothing more.
When their dishes are emptied and placed in the sink, Tim pulls the alpha with him, who follows after him with amusement.
Tim doesn’t notice the lingering gaze of the second eldest, scarred muscles tensing as he watches the pair disappear.
When Tim settles himself into Bruce’s bed, wearing nothing more than a thin, cashmere top and small shorts that were prone to riding up his hips at the slightest movement, he curls up beside the alpha.
He holds Damian gently, a bottle of milk held between his slim fingers. The pup suckles on it, whining happily against the omega’s sternum.
The vibrations of the noise break Tim’s skin into gooseflesh, chest aching the slightest bit.
Bruce’s arm is steady around his waist, keeping the omega pressed to him. His mouth rests against a slender shoulder, kissing it intimately. Tim’s fresh, floral scent was now entirely blanketed with leathery musk.
This was normal for them.
Never before had they kissed one another on the mouth—not until now, at least. But despite that shock, they returned to their usual routine easily and swiftly, as if it had never happened.
“You’re flushed.” Bruce comments, voice low and husky with exhaustion from the day. It reverberates through Tim’s center. “You have chills. Does it hurt? Watching Damian feed on the bottle?”
Tim nods. He couldn’t hide it from their pack alpha, so he wouldn’t try to. “Even when he cries, my chest will begin to ache. I’m still getting used to the sensation. It’s uncomfortable, but it isn’t too much.”
“You’ll be able to feed him yourself soon enough.” Bruce’s tone is laced with pride and impatience. As if he couldn’t wait until Tim’s breasts were large enough to bare for their pup, for Damian to be suckling on rosy nipples rather than a prepared, plastic bottle.
The image almost frightened Tim.
His natural breasts were flat enough, so filling up with enough milk for a single pup wouldn’t change them vastly, but the thought of the change still struck Tim.
Lips land wetly on the side of his throat, mouthing at it slowly. Whimpering at the ticklish feeling, Tim bares his neck, unwilling to push Bruce away at such a pivotal moment for them. “You’ll still be here, right?” His question is hidden with insecurity. “You don’t have any trips coming up, do you? I don’t want to feed him without you there.”
A palm splays flat against his stomach, rubbing over it soothingly before it travels down slim thighs and settles under his knees. Bruce easily tugs his legs over his lap, turning him toward the alpha. That palm rests against the bare skin of his leg, stroking over it. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Don’t. Please.” Tim can’t stop the desperation, leaning upward to trail his mouth over rough stubble. His scent strengthens until it’s ripe, sticking to Bruce’s glands until their signature notes blend together. “I want you here with us—with me. But, I don’t want to stop you from fulfilling your responsibilities. If you have to go, I’ll be fine, but… I’d rather not be alone. I’m sorry if that’s too much to ask for.”
“It’s not.” Bruce nuzzles him, rumbling. His hand moves further north, squeezing at the crook of fat between Tim’s plush thigh and cheek. “I will do everything in my ability to be here. I want to see you breastfeed Damian for the first time. It’ll be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—I don’t think I’d be able to look away.”
Tim’s blood runs warm, shyness creeping into him. “You wouldn’t be… grossed out?”
“How could I?” Bruce chuckles, peppering quick, little kisses across his cheeks and nose. “Our pack omega providing for my son? That is the only thing a man lives for. I’ve imagined it countless times.”
“Oh,” Tim exhales shakily. Somehow, Bruce always managed to surprise him. “Then, I hope I live up to the expectations.”
“You will.” Bruce is impossibly close, their mouths mere inches apart. A thumb prods at his bottom lip, pulling it down briefly before releasing. “I know you will.”
The urge to kiss him returns, but Tim reels it back.
He’s happy with this as it is.
When Damian finishes the last drop of milk, he’s cradled between the both of them, Tim tracing circles over a tiny chest clothed with a green onesie. The pup’s milky scent strengthens momentarily as he babbles something incomprehensible, small hands reaching out for the omega.
Tim allows Damian to grasp onto his finger, the pup playing with it as Bruce chooses a book to read aloud for them. It’s something romantic and sweet—not what he’d expected, but he didn’t dislike it.
The scene feels so domestic that it almost sickens him.
He wasn’t used to such care. Not even with his biological parents—they’d never entertained his instincts like this.
He’d made the right decision.
To be with Bruce, to take on the mantle of his predecessors, to care for Damian.
This was as perfect as it could be.
Except for Bruce lying to his face.
The man had left four days later on a mission that required him. No questions, no rebuttals, no refusals allowed. They needed him. Tim wouldn’t stop him. His problems seemed so miniscule against that of otherworldly issues. He was a mere omega who only wanted his pack alpha to watch over him. It was ridiculous to think that Bruce could ever stay put for so long.
With no other choice, Tim would do this himself. He’d only had himself to rely on years ago. He could do it again.
Things had quieted tremendously over the next month.
Certain items had to shift around on his schedule to accommodate the pup’s play times and nursing, but Tim had gotten used to the new, and at times unexpected, routine. He’d never had a normal sleep schedule anyway, so the fewer hours he had to rest weren’t that much worse.
Unfortunately, his body had suffered the brunt of his new role as Damian’s wet nurse. Acting as the boy’s pseudo-mother did not do well for his omega instincts, and he’d found himself relying on Damian just as much as the pup relied on him. He needed some kind of relief from the new, foreign pressure in his swollen breasts.
They’d been tender as of late, sensitive from even the lightest touch of his cotton shirts against them.
Tim started waking up in the dead of night, murmuring little sobs as he shifted around uncomfortably, unable to rest properly as he cradled his chest.
Just like tonight.
He’d awoken with that same uncomfortable pressure, raising an arm to hold himself, but he curses as the press forces him to leak, buds of white staining his shirt.
When a knock echoes from the door, Tim stills, blinking widely as he wonders who it could possibly be at this hour—the whole family was in the manor this week for one reason or another. All of them were more than happy to visit Damian as much as possible, cooing at the tiny pup and laughing at how Tim held him so protectively. They all commented on how Tim was so perfectly filling his role as the pack omega.
That he was glowing, that he looked at peace with Bruce’s pup in his arms, that even his scent smelled like that of a proud mother.
He’d despised their comments just as much as he loved them. His cheeks grew warm under their attention. They hounded him in the evening after their communal dinner, and Tim was unable to stop himself from searching for a scarred face, preening under his brother’s soft gaze as he held Damian just a bit closer.
Jason had, surprisingly, been a source of comfort for him while Bruce was gone. The lack of the man’s presence in the Manor had sent his omega into a slight drop, depression creeping into his mind as he tried to recall everything Bruce had told him.
That he was beautiful, that he was strong, that Bruce loved him even if he wasn’t there to say it.
But Jason filled that void with his own stern, awkward sincerity. His attitude and personality was so unlike Bruce, but that difference in their demeanor let Tim forget about their absent father.
Another quick rap against the door comes before the stranger on the other side clears their throat. “You doin’ okay in there, Timmy?”
Tim exhales, shoulders sagging with ease. Though, even if it were anyone other than Jason, he’d still be relaxing, his instincts naturally inclined to his family. The presence of his siblings, despite their occasional tumultuous relationships, always made him feel protected.
“Jus’ wanted to check up on you. Heard some noises on my way to the kitchen and wanted to see how you’re holding up. I know you had… a rough patrol last night so, yeah. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
While Tim’s soreness and constant leaking was affecting his life at home, it was just as bad during their vigilante work.
If by “rough patrol” was what Jason was referring to when it had been the two of them stuck on a rooftop while Jason unzipped the back of Tim’s suit, slipping it down to reveal sweaty, damp breasts before his lips reached down to latch onto pink nipples, then yes. It had been a rough patrol.
He tries not to think about the embarrassment of Jason staring at the bandages taped over his nipples before he had peeled them off.
“Uh, is there a reason for these?” Jason had asked.
“The suit hurts my chest, so I improvised. I’ve also been… leaking more, as of late.” Tim responded tiredly, cheeks and neck heating up. His cunt ached under his brother’s stare, nostrils flaring as a wave of intense arousal wafted from the alpha. He hadn’t expected for his nudity to turn Jason on so much. “Well, are you going to help or not? Just take them off, asshole.”
“Yeah, yeah, you got it, baby bird. Keep your panties on. Sheesh, someone’s upset.” Jason peeled them off one by one, huffing with amusement as Tim squirmed with a small whine at the sensation. “I guess I would be too if my nipples were chafing from everything I own.”
“Fuck you—ah!” Whatever bite Tim had left in him went silent as Jason bit down on his nipple, tongue darting out to catch a milky droplet from the underside. The older man then proceeded to suck him dry until Tim was shaking through an orgasm, cunt throbbing on the seamline of his suit as he grinded his hips upward, meeting Jason’s clothed erection that had somehow shoved itself against him. His brother had been effectively humping him, rutting into him like he wanted to shove his cock inside him while breastfeeding. For some reason, the thought of it didn’t repulse Tim—it only made him arch into Jason’s hold, spine taut as he gently held the man’s head.
When Jason had peeled back, a milky white substance trickled down his chin, dripping onto the clothed bulge of his crotch.
It was hotter than it should have been.
Tim loathed to admit that Jason had done a fantastic job of milking him.
Even the following day, Tim could feel the ghostly sensations of Jason’s tongue delicately licking his swollen areolas, mouth closing over his pale flesh and kissing them intimately.
But now, he was just hurting.
Standing stiffly, Tim begrudgingly opened the door, unwilling to let Jason see him in such a poor state. He averted his gaze the moment green eyes flickered over his body—pale legs on display and torso hidden underneath a baggy shirt.
“I’m fine,” Tim mutters, sounding more upset than he means to let on. But he was miserable. He tries not to take out his sour mood on the other. “Thank you for asking, though. I just can’t sleep. Um, you can probably guess why.”
Jason blinks, narrowing quickly on his chest. He ignores the way Tim tries to hide himself behind the door. Stepping forward, he intrudes on the younger’s room, nose flaring at the scent of fresh milk and succulent cherries.
It was usually disrespectful for an unmated alpha to barge into an equally unmated omega’s den, but given the circumstances and the fact that their family was more abnormal than others, Tim only huffed with annoyance.
Given that he’d just breastfed the man not even twenty-four hours ago, and with said man not only enjoying it but getting off on it too, Tim’s omega reacted about as well as he’d expected—yipping with excitement and enthusiasm, begging for his attention.
Tim instinctively took a step closer, hand slowly shutting the door behind him before resting against it, trying to reel in the urge to hug the man.
“Your shirt’s wet.” Jason said.
Tim glared at him unimpressed. “Are you serious? You came in just to tell me that.”
A shrug.
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
“I don’t. You know I don’t.” Jason drawls, looking as just as unimpressed as Tim feels. But his hands are loose by his sides, shoulders relaxed and entirely without opposition. His body language reads that of a complacent alpha. Even his scent was mellowed to a calm, comforting tone. He was pleased at being in Tim’s room. “Come on, baby bird. I’m not out to get you.”
His omega chirped at the realization that a man as strong, tall, and handsome as Jason liked being near him, liked being in his den. Tim forced it to shut up, instead focusing on everything negative happening in his body. “Then why are you here? I’m sure you have more productive things to do than watch me leak everywhere. It’s not very exciting. It just sucks.” His voice is short with frustration, and his throat seizes with a surprising sob.
Immediately, Jason steps toward him, palms wrapping around his narrow hips. The man nuzzles him like a dutiful partner, chest rumbling low as he finds bare skin to make contact with.
It works too well, unfortunately, and Tim latches onto his brother, leaning into the hold and attempting to knock their foreheads together.
“Hey,” Jason says, and his gruff voice sounds like heaven. “It’s okay, baby bird. You know, if you’re hurting, you’re legally obligated to tell me.”
Tim laughs. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Just that you’re the pack omega, and as your older brother, you have to tell me when something is wrong.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll threaten bodily harm to a stranger. Tell them they deserved it for one reason or another. For breathing in your direction or even existing within a thousand yards of you. But I know you wouldn’t let that happen.”
Unable to deny the pounding in his ribs and the warmth flooding his veins, Tim presses his mouth to a smooth jaw, resting his lips there for a second too long before he properly kisses it.
Fingers dig into his hips in response, Jason rumbling happily at the open affection.
This was becoming the new norm for them.
They’d had several rough patches since they’d known one another, but they persevered and overcame those difficulties. They had become better versions of themselves, with the help of their pack, and now, Tim found himself trailing his mouth over Jason’s face until they landed on a pair of chapped lips, like it was second nature for him.
He kisses Jason like he was water for the raging fire in his blood, the way it overtook his flesh and melted into his bones until he could hardly contain the agony. Jason’s mouth is warm and wet when he slowly pries his lips open, pink tongue shyly dipping inside of it to get as much of his taste as possible. The man meets him eagerly and patiently, pressing Tim further into the door as he molds them together.
Tim moans as Jason’s embrace tightens, ears reddening as the wet smacks of their mouths reach them.
He thinks he could stand here forever and let the man swallow him whole, to melt into strong arms and let Jason carry him in his chest forever. Tim wouldn't mind that all, he comes to realize.
For once, in the past month since Bruce had left, does Tim feel wanted.
Biting a bottom lip and tugging on it gently, Tim’s eyes peel open to stare at glowing irises.
He releases Jason’s lip, watching as it bounces back into place. Tim wants to kiss him again, but instead he settles for a small whisper, “And how do you know I wouldn’t let that happen?”
“Because you’re a good person,” Jason responds easily. “You should tell me things more often. I’m not going to bite you if you do. I want you to tell me what’s wrong—and what’s right.” He pauses. “Fuck it, just tell me everything. I wanna hear it.”
Tim blinks at him incredulously for a moment, eyes wide and glassy with overwhelming emotion.
Never had they expressed such things to each other.
“Do you mean that?” He has to ask. There will always be doubt creeping in his mind. Even the steady hands against his sides wouldn’t dissipate it.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do. I have a lot of shit to make up for. I… I wanna be good for you. I don’t like seeing you like this—all pent up and uncomfortable. It messes me up. So, let me help you. Whatever you need, I wanna give it to you.”
Tim’s heart flutters as the words, akin to a confession, settle in his brain. He never thought he’d hear Jason saying these kinds of things.
Stranger things have happened.
“Damian already fed.” He settles for this instead of properly responding, but he does want to give an answer. Now, however, with his body aching like it does, Tim thinks it can wait. They weren’t going anywhere, not for a while. “He never eats enough to drain me, but he gets his fill, so I end up like this most nights. I can’t wake him up, or else his sleep schedule will be ruined. We finally got him on a pattern, and it’s working well for me, but this is the silver-lining, I suppose.”
Thumbs massage his hips, pressing into the prominent bones. “If I were a worse man I’d tell you that another pup was the solution.”
Tim glares. “Convenient argument. I’m sure you wouldn’t have any idea how that might happen?”
Jason smiles and it borders between sheepish and cocky, sarcastically comedic enough that it overshadows his inherent lack of empathy. Except that Jason was the most empathetic of them all, and Tim would always run to him. “Well, not to brag, but I’ve taken a few biology classes back in my day. Ever heard of the birds and the bees? Stimulating stuff, really.”
“That’s so juvenile.” Tim grins.
“Yeah, you don’t want my idiotic, dropout genes. Who knows what resurrected sperm might do to a pretty thing like you anyway? Our pup might come out with gooey hair. Green skin, maybe?”
The jokes shouldn’t land so seriously for Tim, but they do. Even the suggestion of having Jason fucking him—coming inside of him—gets him sweaty with nervous anticipation, as if he wants this. But maybe he does. When he really thinks about it, Tim wouldn’t trust a lot of people with his body, with his untouched womb and his blistering heats. The first person to ever help him through his heat had been Bruce. His parents tended to want to foster his independence, leaving him alone without anything but his own smell.
He was their son, and they were intent on ensuring that he didn’t need anyone else at his most vulnerable.
But he had wanted it, and it hurt.
When Bruce held him during the first night of his heat in the manor, Tim had been stiff for hours, unused to the sensation of having someone to rely on. After the third hour, he’d finally relaxed, sinking into a surprisingly soft chest before a sob choked its way out of him.
That same feeling latches onto him as Jason looks down at him, and Tim grasps at the man’s forearms, encouraging them to slide under his shirt. Curious fingers trail lightly over his stomach, hesitant before settling deeper.
“Don’t overpromise anything,” Tim says, half-jokingly. “If you can’t deliver, I’ll bite your tongue off. Or your knot—whichever I can get to first.”
“You want a fucked-up little pup? I’m not gonna refuse an ask like that.” Jason grins, squeezing at a narrow waist. “But let’s not jump the gun here, baby bird. I’m not here to just pump a litter in you and call it a day. ‘M not like that. It’s not what I want. Not gonna leave you hanging out to dry.”
“Actually,” Tim cuts in, grimacing lightly, “that sounds really nice right now.”
Somehow, a clothed thigh ended up between his legs, likely in the midst of their heated conversation, and the light friction against it sent a rush through Tim. He clings to Jason, keeping each word in his mind and promising to process them later, but each second that his breasts are left unattended, the more they swell unbearably.
“Jason,” he murmurs, nose scrunching. “I—I want to hear more, I swear, but this is just… “ He shifts, shoulders hunching and frame tensing. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t apologize.” Jason doesn’t seem to mind the interruption.
Tim leads his brother’s hands up his navel and allows them to brush against his chest, flinching at the touch before the man gets the hint, palms cupping the swells of them. There’s a morbid pleasure in the realization that Jason’s hands cup the entirety of his breasts. Fingers squeeze down on him, and underneath the cotton fabric, Tim can feel the fat fill out in between the gaps.
Gasping at the tight pressure, Tim immediately arches, hips pushing down on the thigh settled comfortably underneath him. The seam of his shorts rub into him, and Tim is almost embarrassed at how needy he becomes.
“You’re soaking.” Jason comments breathlessly. “Didn’t know you were so backed up.”
Annoyed at the remark, as if it weren’t obvious enough, Tim is about to retort until he can feel liquid pooling itself into his shirt. “Oh,” he says uselessly, watching as milk spills over Jason’s hands and trickles down the length of his forearms. It’s disgusting.
“That’s so fucking hot.”
“It’s really not. And you’re making a mess.” Tim glares weakly, but decides to make it easier for both of them. He takes his hands off of Jason and grabs the bottom hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly. It peels off of his wet tits. Now bare and entirely exposed, he can see their point of contact vividly; Jason’s hands are tight on him, gripping his tits like a lifeline, almost as if he wants to just squeeze at them until his chest pops wide open.
Maybe that’s exactly what he wants—black pupils blown out so far that not a sliver of green remains.
“Last night doesn’t have to just be a one time thing.” Jason tells him, voice low and heavy. “If you need someone to drain the rest of it after the pup’s done, then I can do that.”
“I can’t put that responsibility on someone else,” Tim sighs, breath hitching as hands slowly release him. He shudders when they return, smoothing out the underside of his breasts before rising and pinching at his pert nipples. “Mmh!”
“I want to do it,” Jason repeats himself, diction tailored. “I don’t know if that got across, but I want it. You don’t have to ask. You’re not putting anything on me.”
The slow massaging is divine, and Tim melts into the man. He has half the brain to make sense of Jason through the heat boiling in his veins and the wetness growing between his thighs.
He’s pathetic.
Soaking from the top and the bottom.
“Well, unless it’s your tits.” Jason laughs, but it’s thick and heady, not unlike his sharp, fiery scent that hovers over them like a veil of smoke. “In which case, I am more than happy. God, look at you—submitting to just some small touching. Magic hands, what can I say?”
Tim shivers, head pressed back against the door. His mouth is lax, partly opened to exhale short, desperate breaths. He bares his throat, wanting so badly for the man in front of him to lick and bite and devour. Grasping at one of the hands on his chest, Tim lets his aroma drop, cherries spilling onto the floor and splitting open. “This isn’t small touching,” he growls softly, lips curling coyly as Jason responds to his scent. “If you want to eat, then eat.”
“What if I’m starving?”
“Then you can lick the whole plate when you’re done,” Tim answers, reaching up to wrap a hand around a scarred neck. “But you have to start, please, or else I might really explode. Your hands aren’t enough… I—I need your mouth.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.” Jason quickly leans down, hunching over so that he can close his mouth around a pink, wet nipple. His lips tighten on it, sucking harshly. The immediate satisfaction of breastmilk on his tongue is unlike anything else he’d ever tasted, ever experienced.
“Oh—that’s good,” Tim pants with pleasure, holding the man against himself, fingers threading delicately through soft, black strands. “Mmh, god, that feels so good.” Each tug on his nipple is heaven sent, relieving him of the pain that had been so prominent. Even just seconds after, the ache has dulled to a buzzing hum. “Keep going, please.”
Jason is as enthusiastic as ever, exhaling against his skin as he refuses to pull away. With each tight, sharp suckle of an eager mouth, the pressure dissolves, leaving behind overwhelming relief and a budding euphoria. “Mmm,” the vibration of a pleased voice against his chest reverberates through Tim.
The man’s fervor rivaled that of the previous night, when they’d been stuck on a dingy rooftop for a good thirty minutes before Tim had pushed him away. If he hadn’t, he was sure Jason would have stayed glued to his chest for hours.
He’d been adverse to it when Jason offered his assistance, unsure of how to navigate the inherent intimacy in the process.
No one had ever touched him there before.
Tim hadn’t expected to fall so deep into it—legs falling open easily to let Jason rut against him, like it was second nature.
Not even Bruce had ever touched him like that.
He doesn’t think he could go back, though.
The audible pop of Jason releasing his tit echoes in the room, and Tim’s hips grow a mind of their own, rolling slowly on the man’s leg. His cunt throbs at the dark, glassy film of green eyes staring up at him. There’s a sense of power in this, despite Tim being smaller and thinner—it didn’t matter; not when his fingertips trailed through dark hair, tightening briefly before relaxing and finding their way to high cheekbones.
“You taste so good,” Jason says, lips stained with white, smirking as Tim flushes down to his shoulders. “I could get addicted to it—to you. I think I might need to bottle some of this up and keep it stocked. I’ll keep it in my safehouses. Drink it up like water after a day’s hard work.”
“You’re not done yet. You’re not leaving until you’ve gotten every drop out. You promised you’d lick me clean.” Tim mumbles, entranced with the way his breastmilk glistens on red lips. “Be a good boy for me, please?”
Jason stills, mouth open.
The silence leaves Tim to register his own words, and he’s about to back peddle, to take back the question and pull on a shirt from the floor and kick Jason out and forget about this all, until the man is surging forward to kiss him.
Their lips meet in a dazed heat—Tim can taste himself on Jason’s tongue—and hands are grasping at his hips, groping at them before moving to his waist and his chest, then back down to where they fondle him over loose shorts. “Mmh!” He moans at the rough treatment, all of his little noises being swallowed up by the man raising to his proper height. His hands snake around a broad back, nails digging into flesh.
“Don’t call me a good boy with your tits in front of my face if you don’t want me to fuck you stupid. Unless that was an invitation for me to eat you up—all of you—then that was some really, really mean teasing.”
Tim licks inside the man’s mouth, curling his tongue up against the roof and sucking on a swollen top lip when he pulls back. He basks in the man’s warmth, lets himself linger over every inch of the sturdy body he’s learned to appreciate. “Does your back hurt?”
Jason scoffs. “You have a habit of ignoring everything I say, you know that?” He tilts down to kiss him again, and again and again, letting their mouths run each other slick with spit. “You’re lucky I have the patience of a saint.”
“And you never answer my questions,” Tim retorts. “So,” his palms rest flat against a taut chest, “does it hurt?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, I’m still… full.”
Jason hums.
Fighting the blush that burns in his cheeks, Tim glances away from the intense stare. His breasts are pressed tight against Jason. “And you’re not done yet. It might be easier for you if you were… sitting. So you don’t have to bend down the whole time and end up hurting yourself.”
Thumbs stroke circles over his hips as Jason grins. “Like I said, baby bird, you don’t have to ask me twice for anything. Just tell me where you want me and I’ll listen.”
The tips of their noses brush lightly.
“‘Cause I’m your good boy, huh?”
Tim quiets him with a soft kiss, giving his brother one last proper taste. “Only if you want to be.”
“You have no idea.”
When Tim settles himself over Jason’s thighs, the man resting on a messy pile of pillows against his bed’s headboard, he doesn’t expect for the tension between them to fold open exponentially.
He’s shy with this angle—Jason’s face directly in front of his bare chest. His arms squeeze together instinctively.
“There’s no need to try and hide ‘em,” Jason tells him, hands planted firmly on his waist. His touch is hot, leaving behind a wildfire with every graze up and down his spine. “What happened to that spunky attitude, hm? Guess all it takes to get you cute is to have you spread those legs on me.”
Tim wants to fight back, to smack him so hard that the hit makes him recoil. But Jason is right. Even if they’re not wearing their usual Kevlar and spandex uniforms, Tim can feel the man’s erection pressing into his clothed folds. Somehow this was worse than last night only because Jason wears nothing but thin boxers to sleep.
And Tim hates to wear underwear at home.
He doesn’t try to squirm away from it, if only to save himself the humility of reacting to it. But even just breathing makes it rub against him.
“Pretty.” Jason comments offhandedly.
“What?”
“I’m talking about you.”
A flash of heat stings in his nape.
“I always thought you were pretty. Never said anything ‘cause you’re leagues out of my reach. We lived very different lives. Can’t say I did right by you either.”
The scar on Tim’s neck was faint after all these years, but it was visible. It was the closest thing that Tim would ever get to a claim—except that the intention had never been there.
“Mmh,” Tim moans lightly as Jason cups his neglected breast, the one that had yet to feel a warm mouth and peckish teeth. It was the one that Damian ate the least from, only because Tim favored his right side. His hands rest on Jason’s shoulders, playing with the fabric. “You hurt me.”
“Yeah, I did. I wanted to kill you.”
Tim throbs at the admission. “But you didn’t.”
“Your daddy stopped me. Hated him for it back then but, you know, hindsight and all that.”
The mention of Bruce only widens the heartache in Tim, but it’s muted now. The quality time he’d been spending with the third oldest alpha of their family kept it at bay. Their long, winding conversations in the middle of the night and steady, silent touches kept Tim’s omega from spiraling.
Being reminded of Bruce’s absence only made Tim a bit spiteful toward their father.
Maybe the need to remind himself of Jason’s presence was what led him to lean forward, hips tilting forward and thighs spreading to feel the brunt of Jason’s cock. He wraps his arms around a sturdy neck and plants his mouth on the man’s cheek. “I’m glad you came back. You didn’t have to.”
“Something kept pulling me back.” Jason yanks him closer, burying his face into a slender neck. He finds a swollen scent gland and digs into it with a sharp canine, pulling a high-pitched whine from a shaking Tim. “I wanted you, even then. Especially now—with you feeding your pup. Body filled out and ready.” Jason gropes at his breasts, firmly squishing the mounds until Tim is gasping.
They scent each other deeply as Tim rocks against Jason, hips rubbing together in a slow, sensual motion.
“You’re intoxicating,” Jason whispers at his sternum, mouthing at it before finding his way to a pink, wet nipple, licking the underside and drawing out a small whimper before latching on.
“Mmm…” Tim doesn’t think he’ll ever get over how it feels to have his brother feed from him. Feeding Damian was purely familial; it was the act of a pack omega providing for their sole pup, purely innocent and loving. It was calming for both of them. But feeding Jason was stimulating. Seeing Jason pressed to his chest made his heart race, made it pound so hard that he felt out of breath. Jason made his cunt hurt, made him clench down on a sudden, overwhelming gap between his legs, an emptiness inside of him that he hadn’t noticed before.
He’s tugging at the band of red boxers before he can stop, frantically finding the source of heat that he’s felt two nights in a row.
His fingers wrap around a warm girth, squeezing it at the same time that Jason gently bites down on his areola. “Aah!” He audibly moans at the sharp twinge of pain, and at the cock that twitches in his hold.
“What do you think you’re doing, baby bird?” Jason smiles up at him.
“I think I want you too.” Murmuring softly, Tim strokes at the man’s thickness, the calloused skin of his palm sliding along thick, bulging veins. His wrist rotates with each length, snapping sharply before dragging back down. His thumb smears at the budding precum of a red, fat head, slicking his hand to pump faster. His hole squeezes at the furrow forming between Jason’s eyebrows. The man looks entirely blissed out.
“You mean that?” Jason’s voice is low and gravelly, his cheeks reddening with each wet stroke.
Nodding, Tim bites his lip. The man was a sight for sore eyes. It never failed to make him stutter when he looked too hard at him from across the dining table, or when Jason pried his helmet off after a successful patrol. “Even though you hurt me, I don’t care. Not anymore.” His other hand raises to cup Jason’s cheek, fingers prying at milk-coated lips. The white liquid drips down a sharp chin. “I just wanted someone with me when I was going to start feeding Damian properly. You were there, even if I had to ask twice.”
“Had to make sure you really wanted me.” Jason chuckles.
“You stood behind us, just watching. But I felt safe. Like you would’ve hurt anyone who might’ve walked in. You asked if I was okay after—even took Damian while I buttoned myself up.” Tim squeezes his fingers tightly at Jason’s thick base, holding the pressure for a second and smirking as the man groans loudly. “Looked so handsome holding him. You were what I needed. And last night,” he pauses to blink down at his brother’s pulsating cock, “when I was under you, I wanted to stay there with my legs wrapped around you—to feel you everywhere.”
Jason is drooling, hips bucking into Tim’s grasp and searching for more. “Everywhere?”
Cool air hits Tim as his shorts are peeled off of him, and he leans back, slender legs stretching to the side and bending to allow Jason to roll them off easily. He swiftly returns to straddling the man, but Jason holds him still, focused intently on the rosy, chubby lips hiding his omega’s hole.
“You want me everywhere?” Jason asks brokenly, cheeks almost as red as Tim’s. “Does that include inside?”
A curious thumb peels back Tim’s outer lip, pulling it aside and allowing Jason a peek into his red folds and fluttering, soaking hole. It seeps wetly, shiny and slick with arousal. His fruity scent ripens to a crisp, sweet taste, and Jason’s nostrils flare.
“Please, please tell me yes,” Jason groans, moaning audibly as he presses his fingertip to a swollen clit.
Tim whines at the touch, hips shaking. “Yes—yes, I want you inside.” He shudders at the small, gentle circles that replace the curious poking, eyes fluttering closed as he involuntarily releases more slick. It drips down between his legs, pooling at the base of Jason’s cock that sits alert in front of his cunt.
“Good,” Jason heaves. “‘Cause this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. And if I can’t fuck it and make it mine, then I might just lose it.”
Sucking in his bottom lip, Tim is pleased at the blatant desire from the older man. He chirps happily as a middle finger lowers itself to his hole, pressing in just slightly to break apart the tension, but there is none, and Jason slides in all the way to his knuckle with ease.
“Yeah, you’re fuckin’ ready. So wet in here—I could shove my whole fist inside of you in one go.” Jason’s cock is thicker, somehow, almost as red as the color of his helmet. “I didn’t even need to do anything. Just a little bit of kissing and tit-sucking and you’re wide open. So fucking horny for me.”
If it weren’t so obvious, Tim might have retorted otherwise, but his thighs quiver with every pull of a long finger. It drags deliciously on his walls. “Put it in,” he says weakly.
“Then come here, baby bird. Sit up, and I’ll guide you—slide you down right on top of it. Have you sitting on me properly in no time.” Large hands grasp at Tim’s hips, easily lifting him up and forcing Tim to hold onto his shoulders.
Tim gasps at the handling, but doesn’t fight back. He’s gently pulled down, and he squeaks at the press of a smooth, round head pressing into his hole. He clenches down instinctively for a brief moment, but relaxes as Jason coos at him. The encouragement helps to ease his nerves, and he searches for the man, kissing him desperately.
Jason meets him eagerly, licking into his mouth and nipping at his lips like a chastising sibling. “Relax, baby bird, you’re doing perfectly. Just let me get the tip inside and the rest will be easy, okay?”
Nodding, Tim melts into his brother, lets the arousal of their proximity flood him. He thinks of how Jason feels under him—the strength of his broad shoulders and muscular arms as they hold him up like he weighs nothing. He wonders when his attraction for Jason came into existence; maybe it started from when they’d first met, as disastrous as it was.
But it drowns him now, just how badly he wants Jason.
He wonders if they would have ever gotten here, to this exact position with a naked Tim sitting over his older brother who had only recently become addicted to his breastmilk, had they been unable to rely on each other.
Had Tim relied on someone else.
“Oh—!” He exhales sharply as Jason’s cockhead pops inside of him, whining uncontrollably as he’s abruptly sunk down inch-by-inch onto a proper alpha cock. “Mmh—Jason, it—fuck!” He doesn’t get a chance to pause and breathe, rough palms guiding him down and down and down until Tim’s folds are making contact with Jason’s hips.
“Sorry, baby bird,” Jason apologizes, soothing over an arched spine with consoling gestures. “It’s easier to just take it all instead of dragging it out, you know? Rip the bandaid right off.”
Gasping, Tim clings to Jason, mouth open with choked whimpers. “You’re so—deep, it—can feel you in my lungs.” His nails dig deep into Jason’s flesh, and he might intentionally be trying to draw blood as vengeance for the brutal treatment he’d just endured. But it could be worse. “You asshole.” He grits out, hissing as he shudders through the pain.
But each second that passes, the pain morphs into pleasure. Tim can feel his walls stretch around his brother’s fat cock, molding to the perfect size so that it rubs into him with those thick veins he had just felt with his hands.
Panting, Tim immediately rolls his hips. He cries at the sensation, overwhelmed. “Jason—!”
Jason nips at his jaw and neck, canines digging into his throat. “You’re so fucking loose, baby, but you get nice and tight once I’m in your guts. Your pussy feels like heaven—shit, yeah, keep rolling those hips like that.”
“My—“ Tim starts, clenching down with each rise. “My chest hurts.” He whimpers pathetically, too distracted by how good Jason’s cock fits inside of him. His rocks turn into little bounces, eager and excited.
“Fuck,” Jason curses silently. “Love seeing those tits bounce.” He grips them, holding them steadily as Tim continues to work himself up and down, high-pitched moans turning into loud mewls. “Don’t worry, baby bird, I’ll drain these for you. Milk you good.”
Lips close around his nipple, and Tim squeaks. His hands scramble to hold Jason’s head, fingers tight in black hair. Jason moans into his breast at the pull. “Jason—you’re so good,” he whispers, each bounce punching out a whine from him. “So good for me—aah, so good inside me! Fuck, I—mmmh, can’t… ah, can’t think—“
Jason’s size seemingly doubles as the man feeds from him, eyes shut closed as he suckles like a babe. But the thick cock fucking into Tim was anything but innocent.
Tim could feel the head pressing into the deepest part of him, painfully reaching a wall that snapped at the brunt force, opening to let the man inside of it—but only the tip of him could squeeze into it, the bulbous head finding its way into his womb. It tears out a shriek from Tim, vocal cords straining at the sensation of Jason fucking his cervix open.
It seems like Jason felt it too, the man groaning loudly with a snarl. Hands reach for his hips, raising Tim up so that Jason can plant his feet on the bed and ram into him violently. “Come on, baby, take it just like that—you’re so close, fuck!”
“Ah, ah, ah—!” Tim cries at each thrust, shaking as his arms tighten around Jason. The coil deep in his gut tightens immensely, the muscles in his thighs straining at the pressure. “Jay—! It—haa—please!”
“Open up for me, baby.”
When Jason’s knot, forming at the base of his cock, stretches at his opening, Tim yanks at Jason’s scalp with a scream that is swiftly devoured. The omega’s orgasmic whines are muffled by Jason’s tongue shoving itself inside his mouth, eating his cries up like a hungry wolf. “Mmh!” Tim spasms through the continued fucking, tears welling at his lashes as Jason pistons into him before slamming in with a satisfied groan.
“Fuck—haa…” Jason pants strenuously, chest heaving at every inhale while he allows the rest of his knot to slide into sloppy, wet walls. White beads of his cum form at the stretched opening of a pink pussy, trickling down to his hips in a messy pool of their juices. “I fuckin’ love you.”
“What…?” Tim murmurs, cheeks wet with stray tears. He leans on Jason, resting against him as the man’s knot keeps them locked together. Warmth pumps steadily into him, and he envisions how it must look—his brother’s semen filling his womb up to the brim. It runs his blood hot.
“Love you so much, baby bird.” Jason repeats himself, not seeming to mind the omega’s confusion. “I could fuck you like this every second of every day.”
“Mm?” Tim is still reeling from their orgasm, clenching down on Jason through the aftermath. Somehow, this was so much better than he could have ever imagined. The way Jason held him closely was surprising, but everything that had happened in the past few months had been nothing short of peculiar. Tim purrs into the embrace.
“Could fuck you and kiss you and hold you just like this. I’d never get sick of it. Love your precious, little tits and your tight, pretty pussy. Fuck—should’ve made you mine years ago. But I like you coming to me on your own. Proves to me that I made up for my mistakes.”
Tim shivers.
“Wanted to fuck you so bad yesterday night. Peeling you out of that tight suit was the sexiest thing you could have ever asked me to do. Bad choice, though, ‘cause I’m not letting go.”
“I don’t want you to,” Tim answers, brain fuzzy with the sudden influx of knowledge that Jason had, somehow, always sought after him. “I think…” He pauses, mind flickering to their pack alpha who had left abruptly and quietly.
“Do you wanna do this, baby bird?” Jason smiles, but it’s small. “You can think about it. Take your time. I know you’re not going to disappear anywhere for a while. Not anymore.”
No one else had grown to protect Tim the way that Jason had. Jason had made amends, and had proven to Tim that he was safe and reliable. Jason was a solid, steady presence in their home. Tim wonders if Jason decided to stay for him, but even if he wasn’t the only reason, he’d be glad if he was a part of it.
“Damian is lucky to have you. That annoying, little brat doesn’t even know how good he has it. I’m jealous, honestly. He gets to be hugged against your chest whenever he wants. I’m a sore loser, huh?”
“No,” Tim shakes his head, staring intently at Jason. “You’re not. I… I need time to think about it, but in the meantime, I do want your help. I don’t think I could ask anyone else to do this. Not to… fuck me,” he blushes, “but to help drain me. I think my body would shut off for anyone else.”
Jason grins. “Then count me in.”
“Um, but I think that I could be interested.” Tim continues, plucking at the lint on Jason’s shirt. “I wouldn’t mind… nesting with you, if you ever wanted to.”
“Just tell me when and where, baby bird. I’ve got you.”
Smiling, Tim presses a chaste, innocent peck to the corner of a deep scar that runs across the man’s lips.
It’s only fifteen minutes later when Jason stirs, cock stiffening with another bout of arousal. It twitches inside tight walls. Tim is already sweating as Jason grabs him by the underside of his thighs and flips them over, pinning Tim down with a rough grip. The angle allows Jason to drive his hips further down, Tim gasping sporadically at the new reach.
“One more round?” Jason asks politely, but his hips are already moving back, cock thrusting shallowly inside of a swollen cunt. “It’ll be quick, promise.”
Tim nods.