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Damian paced his room as Jon watched him subtly, trying to focus on his book while sitting lazily on Damian’s bed. Damian was grumbling and huffing, trying to go through every moment of discomfort over the last few weeks aloud to himself.
Damian had been acting off since he and Jon had returned from a mission yesterday. Jon stayed over like he always had after long missions, and yet, Damian had insisted on sleeping in separate rooms. That was very unusual - since they were kids, they always bunked in the same room during sleepovers, one of them on the bed and the other on the air mattress. Still, Jon came back to Damian’s room after breakfast to relax. Usually they’d do homework, play video games, read, talk, pretty much anything - but Damian was acting off; he wasn’t in the mood for anything, saying that something felt off.
Jon tried to focus on his book for a bit longer before he smelled something different. Being half-kryptonian with a very strong nose, Jon could smell things that most couldn’t, including impending hormonal changes. Damian’s spiced scent, typically of cinnamon and cardamom, suddenly smelled sweeter, like there was a hint of honey under it. Slowly, Jon closed the book and put it to the side before sitting up in bed, the motion catching Damian’s attention.
Jon didn’t beat around the bush, saying, “Dames. You’re going into heat.”
Damian’s face turned expressionless before he spoke, “I have never had a heat before, Farm Boy. I am not an omega, I am a beta.”
Jon shook his head, slowly and carefully. “I thought so too, but…your scent changed. Not a normal change, a hormonal one. Plus, you’ve been feeling off lately - what else could it be?” Damian’s lips tightened in displeasure. It was clear that he was trying to go through every possible diagnosis in his head to disprove Jon’s words, but the longer that the silence stretched between them, it was clear that he couldn’t disprove it.
Finally, Damian told him, “Get out of my room. I suppose I need to get ready for my heat.” The way he spoke the word ‘heat’ was full of disdain, like he couldn’t believe that he was actually experiencing it.
Jon reminded him, “First heats are brutal, Dames. Without toys or a partner, it’s going to be awful.”
Damian rolled his eyes, asking, “Then what do you suggest, Farm Boy? That I hire an alpha to ‘take care of my needs’ until the heat breaks?”
Jon stood up, taller than Damian now, suggesting something else. “Use my body. You know that I’m an alpha, and you know I won’t force myself on you, even if you’re deep in your heat. We’ve saved hundreds of omegas in heat before, I’ve never laid a hand on any of them in a sexual way. I’m a safe bet.”
Damian looked Jon up and down, as if considering his options. Jon didn’t say aloud that he was really hoping that Damian picked him because he had a crush on him. Jon’s crush on Damian stemmed from childhood, and it was something he never grew out of. This might be his only chance to be sexual with Damian - he was willing to put aside his emotions and desires for Damian’s sake.
“Fine.” Jon’s eyes widened as Damian’s acceptance. “I suppose we should get ready.”
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Heavy breathing and creaking from the bedframe filled the room as Damian moved, taking his pleasure into his own hands. Jon lay on his back, hands resting on Damian’s hips for stability, as Damian bounced up and down on Jon’s hard cock. The whole room smelled like omega pheromones now.
While Damian worked to maintain his rhythm and get as deep as he wanted, Jon blushed. He had imagined this day for years, imagining Damian taking him deeply like he was now. Damian’s scent was intoxicating, and it took all of Jon’s self-control not to grab Damian’s hips and fuck up into him. He was supposed to control himself - this was Damian’s first heat after all; he was the focus and Jon wanted to satisfy his needs.
Damian panted, biting out words, “Fuck…how…how do omegas enjoy this?”
Jon smiled a little bit, saying, “Typically, omegas are very aroused during their heat, Dames. Slick typically runs out of them freely, making sex feel even better.”
Damian grunted, leaning backward on his hands and grinding his hips for more friction. Jon blushed as Damian asked, “Will you…help me feel aroused?”
Jon was sure that his heart would beat out of his chest as he responded, “ Y-Yeah!”
Jon decided against being too forward - he simply wrapped his hand around Damian’s cock and began stroking it firmly, exactly like he enjoyed doing to himself. Damian let out deep, guttural groans that Jon found incredibly arousing. With his other hand, Jon applied light pressure to Damian’s lower back, guiding him to roll his hips rather than just grinding.
Damian moved more rhythmically and finally looked back at Jon, commenting, “This…feels better.” Jon didn’t respond - his eyes were locked on Damian’s face. Damian’s richly tanned skin, plush lips, angular features, emerald eyes, and messed hair - all of it made Jon’s body overheat. Damian moved for a bit longer before leaning forwards, pressing his hands to Jon’s chest. Jon blinked and looked at Damian with more curiosity.
Damian spoke as he slowed his pace, tightening around Jon’s cock, “You…are enjoying this. More than…one might enjoy sex. Perhaps…you are making love rather than simply fucking me?”
Jon asked breathlessly, “What…do you mean?”
Damian’s typical smirk returned as he teased, “You aren’t simply doing this as a favor…are you? You…like me, Farm Boy. You want to knot me…don’t you?”
Jon would usually be blushing hard, trying to hide his face after being caught like a kid in a candy store. But instead, he simply grinned back, causing Damian to lean in and make out with him. They began moving together now, their act feeling more like lovemaking than simple mechanical fucking. Damian was producing slick now, allowing for smoother and deeper thrusts towards his womb.
They moved needily, enjoying themselves as they edged closer and closer to climax. Jon pulled back from the kissing and told Damian, “I have to pull out.”
Damian growled like an alpha, “Don’t you dare. You put your cock inside of me to alleviate my heat, now you are going to finish inside of me.”
Jon looked surprised, reminding Damian, “I-If I knot you, you could get pregnant! Our dads would kill us if I knocked you up!”
Damian rolled his eyes, saying, “There are after-heat contraceptives, Farm Boy. Don’t you dare ruin this for me. I want it. I want your fat knot plugging my omega cunt as you release wave after wave of your hot, sticky cum inside of me. Do it for me…please, Jon~”
At the mention of his name, Jon’s knot began to swell. That’s when he stopped holding back - he gripped Damian’s hips and fucked upward into him as his knot expanded. Damian mewled, overstimulated by Jon’s deep thrusts as he pushed his expanding knot into Damian’s cunt. Even when it finally got inside, Jon still moved Damian’s hips, allowing them both to feel good with the small thrusts.
Damian came before Jon, clawing at Jon’s skin as he moaned. His seed squirted from his cock, coating his belly, and from his cunt, causing it to tighten around Jon. The wet tightness around his cock caused Jon to cum too, causing wave after wave of cum to fill Damian from his engorged knot.
Damian collapsed on Jon’s chest, exhausted. Jon rolled them both over onto their sides, facing each other - the knot would connect them for at least another 15 minutes.
Damian groaned, realizing, “Heats typically last between 2 and 4 days.”
Jon smiled sympathetically, “Yeah…you’re definitely going to want more.”
Damian looked Jon in the eye again, saying, “Then I guess you’ll have to knot me again, Farm Boy. Over and over, until I empty out your testicles. There’s no backing out now.”