Good Old Bingo Challenge
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"I really needed this," Damian finally muttered as he wrapped his robe around himself, smiling as he felt Jon wrap his arms around his hips from behind moments later.
"Shower or cuddle?" he joked with a breath in his ear and Damian snorted in amusement, raising a hand to pinch his cheek.
"Both, if that's what you want to hear," he snapped as he pulled the hood up over his head and felt Jon's hands rest on top of his to gently rub his scalp. "You know I can do it myself, right?" he teased as he winked at him.
"Of course." Jon leaned down to kiss the spongy fabric and rubbed his hair some more. "But I've missed these moments." He lowered the hood to run his fingers through Damian's short locks, making him shiver a little with pleasure. "I've missed your hair." He leaned in slightly to kiss the corner of his mouth from behind, pressing his chest against Damian's back before sliding his lips down his neck. "And I missed you." -
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"So it's true you've been looking forward to this," Damian teased him, and Jon lifted his head only to look him in the eye and lick his lips, not before fiddling with his fingers at the crotch of his trousers and giving his erection a vigorous flick, making him moan.
"You should thanks me, I'm thinking of your health."
"Oh really? So now I owe you?"
"Of course, for saving your life. It's scientifically proven that a prolonged erection can cause damage," Jon said solemnly, and Damian laughed, grabbing his face with both hands.
"Then maybe you should do something about it."
Jon's eyes glistened for a moment, then suddenly he lowered Damian's trousers and ran his tongue over the tight boxers, making Damian gasp. "With pleasure" -
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“Are you two idiots or something?” he asked, standing a foot away from Damian’s face. His breath smelled of gum and cola, perhaps to mask the smell of cigarettes in his mouth. ‘How about I start with you?’ he asked, and Damian looked him up and down and raised both eyebrows.
“I wouldn't do it if I were you.”
“Oh, really?”
“My boyfriend is pretty touchy,” Jon replied, unfazed, fully aware that Damian could handle himself. The guy was in danger of being paralysed by a ninja technique from Damian. “And he doesn’t like being bothered. Me neither, to be honest.”
Another boy, twice Jon’s size and covered in pimples, stood right in front of him, but he didn’t even bother to get up. “Did we interrupt your date?”
“Actually, yes.”
“There's no room for you in our arcade.”
“I don't see your name written anywhere.” -
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"Oh. Um, hi, D." When Jon had invited him in, he hadn't thought that Damian would recognise his clothes. "This is—er, rather embarrassing," he admitted, seeing Damian raise both eyebrows.
"What exactly are you referring to? The fact that you're wearing my clothes, the fact that you stole them, or the fact that you were caught in the act?"
Jon puffed out his cheeks like a child and squeezed into his sweatshirt. "You make me sound like a thief."
"Technically, you are."
"All omegas use their alphas' clothes to build their nests"
"But they usually ask for them; they don't loot the closets of their—" Damian fell silent, realising too late what Jon had said. He looked at Jon, strangled and gasping. "Wait, what?"
Jon tilted his head to one side and blinked in surprise. "I thought it was obvious...?" he hinted. But Damian felt the ground fall out from under his feet.
"No, what should it be?"
"That you're my alpha?"