Damian's twenty-first birthday party was a huge success, in Dick's words.

But soon Damian decided to spend the night in a hotel room with Jonathan.

The two laughed breathily as they stumbled through the door, entangled in a mess of limbs.

Their faces were flushed as they kissed each other's cheeks, noses, and lips. "You're so red, Dami.." Jon gently cupped Damian's tan reddened skin.

"Shut up... you're red too..." Damian mumbled, though he didn't sound so angry.

Jon laughed softly and leaned in to capture Damian's lips. He held the other by the waist, keeping the mood warm.

Though, that warmth begun to intensify. Within moments their gentle kiss turned into one of passion, one tongue battling another for dominance, which Damian always lost anyways. He blamed it on the fact that Jonathan had super strength on his tongue. In all honesty, it was probably the fact that Damian liked being the one to be held instead of having to act like this tough guy.

Jon slowly backed Dami to their bed they would be sharing that night. Damian gasped as the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed before being pushed onto his back.

"You're getting impatient, Kent..." Damian breathed, his eyes were glassy and cheeks dusted a deep red.

Jon licked his lower lip a bit and leaned down to be face to face with him, "I've got to give birthday boy the best night of his adult life, don't I?" He asked rhetorically.

Damian turned redder at his wording, "D-Don't call me birthday boy, so obscene..." he mumbled, tugging his hair in embarrassment.

The alpha smiled at that and leaned in to bury his nose in the omega's neck, breathing in the sweet scent of his mate.

He decided to be daring and licked the spot where he marked, enjoying the sounds coming from Damian's mouth.

"J-Jon-" Damian cut himself off with a whine as Jon bit down on the mark, not as hard as he did when he had to mate with him.

After a few seconds of Jon nibbling on the sensitive flesh he pulled back and smiled stupidly at Damian, "Yes, Dami?"

Damian was already starting to lose his cool. He panted and clawed at the comforter, "I do not.... l-like endless.... teasing..." he breathed between the words he desperately tried to speak.

"Oh, so you want me to get on with it~?" Jon asked teasingly, letting his left hand slide up and under Damian's shirt.

"Nnh! Jon! S-S-Stop your insolence!" As angry as the omega sounded, the whimpers and his face seemed to say the opposite.

Jon chuckled lowly as he ignored the own strain in his jeans, for the supple chest he felt like toying with. "What was that? I didn't quite get that." He pinched the sensitive nub.

Damian almost shrieked and glared up at Jon with teary eyes and increasingly reddened face, "F...F..Uh...ck me..." His words were so broke by the time he finished Jon already wanted to take him right then and there, but he was a gentleman and gentlemen always make sure their partners were okay.

"As you wish," Jon loved saying that corny quote. It was from his and Damian's favorite date night movie, The Princess Bride. He pulled off Damian's black button up, the tie had been long discarded. The omega shivered as the cold air hit his chest, causing Jon to trail his left fingers down the curves of the boy's body.

"Mnm..."

Then Jon reached the black formal pants. He slowly unbuttoned them and Damian just rose his legs, kicking them off insistently.

Jon laughed at that, "Look who's being impatient now." He didn't give the other a chance to reply before palming him over his briefs, causing a very loud whimper.

A shock jolted Jon, he loved that sound and grinned even more at the sight of Damian losing himself. He wanted to wreck it more. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out an unopened bottle of cherry flavored lube.

"Ch-Cherry...?" Damian panted out, "What a cliche-Ah!" His briefs were tugged past his ankles, cutting him off.

Jon popped the cap open and looked down at Damian before pouring some on his fingers, making sure to coat them with the slick liquid. With his right hand, he gently grabbed Damian's thigh and rose his leg to rest over his shoulder, "Are you sure you want this?"

Damian looked at him with half lidded eyes, "O-Of course..." he nodded in affirmation.

"Then... try to relax," Jon spoke softly as he pressed his index finger into the entrance.

It tightened immediately as Damian wasn't used to the foreign feeling. He shifted uncomfortably. Jon put his hand on Damian's hip, rubbing small circles to calm him down as he pushed in another finger.

The feeling was uncomfortable at first, but Damian slowly grew adjusted to it and even started to moan at the now three fingers in him. "J-Joooon!" Damian whined, though it sounded a lot more lustful than whiny.

Jon bit the inside of his cheek, trying to calm himself as well. Alpha instincts aren't exactly the greatest things in the universe. He didn't want to hurt his lover.

He poured some lube on himself before giving Damian's hip a squeeze, "You ready?"

"Nnnh... Yes... go ahead..." Damian had to admit that he found consent really attractive. Though he most likely had a thing for gentlemen.

Steadily, Jon inserted himself into Damian. He groaned lowly at the tight heat he experienced and Damian let out a gasp. The omega felt like he was burning. The pain shot through his body like an electrical line. Jon shakily leaned down and kissed Damian's tears off his cheeks, "I'm sorry, the pain will go away soon..." he promised him.

Damian winced and let out another gasp as he wiggled his hips, trying to find a comfortable position to lay in.

After a few moments, Damian swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded to Jon to let him continue.

The alpha felt his heart race as he realized what was finally happening. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and thrusted into the other in a calm rhythm.

At first the feeling of being penetrated was extremely uncomfortable and painful for the omega, but now that he was used to it he felt like he was melting. Damian moaned and reached his hands up to press his manicured nails into Jon's pale skin on his neck. Jon's shirt was still on for some reason, but Damian found he didn't care, he just wanted him.

With each thrust, it sent the omega awol. He screw his eyes shut and let out the most enticing of moans, doing this kind of thing... this intimate and romantic action... felt so much better with Jon than it did with... him... or would with anyone else.

"Jon... Jon... Jon!" Damian repeated his alpha's name like a mantra, feeling his body heat up with every second.

Then something happened. Jon had thrusted into the omega and had hit a certain spot. A spot that made Damian throw back his head and almost scream as he saw stars.

Jon blinked in confusion before he understood and made a plan in his head to aim for that spot every time.

"Jo-Hoon!!" Damian moaned loudly, saliva had slipped from the corner of his mouth and tears sprinkled his long lashes.

"What is it, Dami?" Jon smirked slightly before he leaned in close to the other's ear, "Birthday boy."

Damian let out a choked whimper and his face immediately deepened it's crimson shade. "G-Go faster...!" He pleaded.

"Gladly."

Damian was overcome with feelings and it was a sensory overload for him. He was shaking and quivering, looking like a leaf, but he was breathing fast and hard as well. He looked so beautiful.

Jon felt heat in his lower area and held back a groan, he eyed his omega beneath him, "D-Dami, I'm going to come soon..." he warned.

"Haah! M-Me too! Oh god- me too..." Damian's words were coming out right and he kept repeating himself. He felt like he lost his mind in this sea of pleasure and lust.

Jon picked up his pace and after a couple more brutal hits to Damian's prostate it was enough to make the omega scream out his alpha's name before reaching his climax.

The alpha groaned at the sounds his omega was making, "D-Dami!" with that cry he felt himself come to his release as well.

Jonathan pulled out of Damian, wincing at the sight as he did so. Damian would surely kill him if he didn't help clean up.

But another sight made him completely freeze. Damian was below him, covered in a slick sweat, his chest rising and falling fast, cheeks burned a bloody red, hair oh so messy, and eyes glossy and half lidded with stray tears decorating those lovely features.

"I love you.." Damian breathed, closing his eyes to catch his breath.

Jon snapped back into reality before smiling goofily and pulled Damian under the covers, "I love you too." He would worry about the aftermath tomorrow.