???JonDami Oneshots???

I can't believe I actually f*cking wrote this. This is my first time so it's probably really shitty. If you have any tips, let me know.

I use some Arabic speaking so don't kill me if it's incorrect. I'm relying on Google translate.

Requested by @TimTheDragonRider
With a helpful confidence boost from @SilverFrost

Here we go...

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 19◻️◻️▪️

Jon's pov

I flew over Gotham city silently, making sure to not be spotted. Damian and I have patrol tonight in Gotham but he was late so I was flying over to the manor to see if he was okay.

I neared the famous Wayne Manor. I scanned the large home for the balcony that connected to Damian's room. I landed silently and found the door unlocked. He's been expecting me? I thought.

I entered the dark bedroom. "Dami?" I called out quietly. I heard movement from the vigilante's closet. I walked over.

"Hey Damian you're late for patrol, which is unlike you, is everything o-okay-" I faltered at the end, catching sight of my boyfriend.

"Beloved!" Damian exclaimed, grabbing a shirt to cover his bare lower half. "I-I didn't think you'd stop by." He said, quickly pulling on a pair of black boxers.

I swallowed. My jeans were beginning to feel a bit too tight. Oh shit. I couldn't keep myself from staring at the young Wayne.

His tan skin was scarred in multiple places, something Damian didn't really like but I found them beautiful. His build was perfect for his body, making him look so strong, his strong and cold composure made me wonder if I'd ever be able to break him down to a soft moaning mess.

I've imagined him in rather embarrassing positions beneath me before but it occurred to me in all our years of dating, I'd never seen him fully naked.

"I'll be ready in a minute Kent." Damian said, in an attempt to wave me off. He started pulling on the pants for his Robin suit.

My jeans were even tighter just thinking about what I wanted to do to the smaller male.

"Stop." I whispered. Damian looked at me in confusion as he started pulling on his shirt.

"Stop?" He repeated, confused. I walked towards the small Wayne. He faltered at zipping up his shirt as I came close, unbearably close.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. I want to touch and kiss Damian in ways he'd never forget. I want him to know how much I love him.

"I said stop." I whispered, almost as an order as I placed my hands on Damian's waist.

"Stop what?" He asked, irritation evident in his voice. I gripped the hem of his shirt.

"Stop dressing." I whispered, my jeans now unbearably tight. I was sure Damian could feel my boner with us being so close.

"Stop dressing? We have patrol Kent-" I cut him off by kissing him hungrily. Damian kissed back, placing his hands on my chest.