◾◻❤JonDami Oneshots❤◻◾

☕️❤️ Not Just Friends ❤️☕️

Requested by @Ace_Harvington

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 17◻️◻️▪️

3rd person pov

"Superboy, Robin, you'll be handling the Riddler in the main warehouse." Batman instructed the two 'friends'. "You'll leave in twenty minutes."

"Understood Father." Robin said. Batman nodded and walked off. Jon groaned.

"What's wrong Kent?" Damian asked.

"Why can't we go nooooow?" He whined. Damian chuckled.

"You just have to be patient." Damian said. Jon pouted.

"But I don't wanna! What are we gonna do for the next twenty minutes?" He whined. The smaller smirked. He removed his domino mask and let a hand lightly grace his partner's jaw, turning Jon's attention to him.

"I have an idea~" He trailed off seductively. Jon raised an eyebrow and followed his secret lover into a supply closet.

Damian pressed himself against the wall, looking up at his taller boyfriend. Jon closed the door behind them, leaving the two in darkness aside from the crack of light from under the door.

He placed his hands at either side of Damian's head, leaning down so their foreheads were pressed together.

"What did you have in mind?" Jon asked cheekily, a hand sliding down Damian's side.

"Mmm, ever heard of something called a quickie, Jonathan?" He asked. Jon smirked as Damian's hand trailed to his lover's jeans, beginning to undo them.

"In fact I have, but I've appeared to forgotten momentarily, mind enlightening me?" He replied, grinding his hips against the smaller.

Damian moaned softly and Jon ducked down, beginning to kiss and suck on the Arabic boy's neck. Damian closed his eyes and bucked his hips up against the taller's.

Jon stifled a groan and brought the hand on Damian's waist to his thigh where he rubbed dangerously close to the other's shaft.

Damian whined softly and Jon slammed his hips forward against the other's drawing a very audible moan from Damian.

Jon captured the other's lips, plunging his tongue into Damian's mouth beginning to feel around.

Damian moaned into the kiss, his free hand -the other pinned to the wall- undoing Jon's fly. He then undid his own pants and Jon suddenly flipped him around so his chest was pressed against the wall.

Damian gasped softly. Jon gripped the other's hips, grinding his own hips against the other.

"Ready baby?" Jon hummed lowly, one hand moving to the back of Damian's head and gripping a fistful of his hair. Damian moaned at the tugging feeling.

"Yes beloved, hurry up." He ordered.

Jon smirked and reached down to remove his boxers when a voice stopped him.

"Superboy? Robin? Where are you? It's time to go!" The familiar voice of Batman called.

Damian groaned.