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FILLED PROMPTS:

4. "Letters", Kate and Ollie

6. "Yhpargillac", Zatanna/Clark

7. "Solitude", Superman - grim reaper!J'onn

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Somebody younger aggressively goes after somebody older for sexytimes, don't care who as long as it's the younger person who drives the action!

[(Anonymous)]

It was all Bruce could do not to cry out when Damian shoved his way, dry and rough, into his body.

The room wasn't completely dark, not entirely, and Bruce could make out the line of his own arms through the hazy fog of the drugs Damian had given him. The rope, knotted as his wrist, disappeared over the side of the mattress on either side, the verysame mattress that shuddered as his son knelt, rutting, against his backside. Like a dog in heat, searching for purchase, not stopping until the tip of his prick found the puckered swirl, tore it open in his haste, his lack of planning, rubbed raw with his bare ambition.

The first inch caught and sunk, ragged and bloodied, and Damian husked out a breath, dry and curling as Bruce's hands tightened on the sheets, the pain like nothing he could train for. The older man's tongue, thick and dry in his mouth, lolled around as he groaned when the boy pulled back, the slick bloody inches slipping out for a moment before he pushed back in, again, with vigor.

"Don't you see, Father," he whispered, softly, a hand sliding up Bruce's spine, nails digging in to nearly gore his flesh at the rise of his ass. "..you left me no choice in the matter."

A soft sound from the boy, and Bruce closed his eyes, feeling his own cock, slung heavy and thick between his legs, rubbing against the sheets bundled under his knees, throb. Twitch again as Damian drove himself deeper, angling his body as he picked up a rhythm, a decidedly deep and quickening pace. A hard, frantic pull on the ropes from the older man earned a laugh, dripping like arterial blood, dark and ominous, from his son's open mouth.

"Now.. Now, you'll understand who's in control."

[(Anonymous)]

I liked this when I first read it and ohboy I still like it now. You take that mantle from him, Damian.

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know how I missed this, but I'm glad I found it because hoo,boy!