Damian Wayne (grownup_robin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-08 01:16:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, alyssa hamilton, damian wayne (robin) |
Who: Alyssa Hamilton and Damian Wayne
What: Prom night!
When: Backdated: Saturday June 1st. Evening
Where: The hotel where Alyssa’s prom is being held.
Rating: NC-17 for slightly awkward first time sexytimes
Status: Complete!
Alyssa had enjoyed the prom. She’d loved making Damian choke a little on his tongue when she showed up in her short green dress, and she’d loved dancing with him. She’d loved giggling and having punch. It had been nice to be normal after all the ruckus with the Subordinates and Entities.
Her feet were sore and her ankles throbbed, but it was worth it. Beaming at Damian, she winced as they got into the elevator for their hotel room. “I am going to sleep like the dead,” she chuckled.
To say that Damian had been rather shocked when Alyssa had come out of her room in that dress was an unstatement. Sure, he’d seen her in her underwear and he’d seen her naked, but something about that dress that was even more arousing and he’d had to think of the most unsexy things in order to not embarrass himself. He’d asked Navi for help picking out a corsage and he’d been very happy when Alyssa had liked it.
He hadn’t known what to expect from the prom, because all he knew about proms he’d seen in movies and tv shows, but as it turned out it was just a normal dance. No choreographed dance numbers or last minute revelations or speeches of inspiration from the unlikely prom queen. All in all it had been fun and he was glad that he’d gone.
“So, on your back with your arms crossed over your chest?” He asked, smirking.
“Yes.” Alyssa deadpanned. “Exactly like that.” She giggled, playfully punching him in the arm. “I also wanted to thank you. For being amazing during the last week or so. Every time I think you’d be happier with someone normal, you end up being amazing. Then I feel guilty for thinking that.”
Damian grabbed her wrist, easily, as she punched his arm and he smirked as he pulled her a little closer, “Alyssa, neither of us are exactly normal.” While the last week had been extremely crazy, compared to other things that had happened to them, it certainly wasn’t reason enough for him to leave her. “And I don’t want anyone else.” He smiled down at her a moment before pressing a kiss to her lips.
For someone who’d never had any girlfriends before, he was perfectly smooth. Alyssa was more than okay with that. She smiled when he pulled her closer and sighed when he kissed her. Just as she was about to pull him closer, the elevator dinged and she had to let go. “Mum said she stashed some toiletries and clothes up here for us.” Which was good, as sleeping in makeup was just gross.
As the doors opened and they parted, Damian laced their fingers together and led her out of the elevator, “Oh god, does that you she went through our stuff?” It wasn’t as if Damian actually had anything to hide, since anything normal teenage boys hid had been, awkwardly, given to him by Nancy. However, that didn’t mean that he was okay with her just going through his stuff. “Which number is it?”
“Probably. You know how she’s not really big on privacy.” Alyssa wrinkled her nose, holding his hand loosely. “615,” she murmured, looking up to see all of the numbers, smiling when she found the number. “It feels like my feet have been impaled on metal spikes made of pure, awful things. That’s how much it hurts. I can’t even think.”
Damian tried to push the thought of Nancy going through his stuff out of his mind as they walked down the hall and shook his head as she complained, “Well, I didn’t tell you to wear those shoes. How could you even walk in them to begin with?” As they reached their door, Damian just stared at it for a moment. Nancy was expecting them to have sex at some point during the next twenty four hours and he couldn’t help but wonder if Alyssa was expecting it too. It was prom night after all. Wasn’t that what teenagers did on prom night? “Do you have the keycard?”
“I’m talented,” she muttered. Alyssa rifled through her clutch, found the keycard, and punched it into the door. The door that she opened slowly, dreading what might be on the other side. When she pushed it open, she breathed a sigh of relief. There were just two bags on the bed, which was huge - big enough where they could both sleep on it and never touch, if that was what they wanted.
“I wasn’t even aware that they made beds this big.” Damian said as they went inside and closed the door behind them. While he’d stayed in hotels before, he wasn’t entirely sure what they were supposed to do now. “I wonder what she told them when she booked the room,” Somehow he doubted that Nancy had made up a story. That just wasn’t like her.
“Oh, it’s prom. We’re not the only ones with a room. I think they wiggle things a bit for prom. I mean, I’ve only just arrived in your country, but that’s what the girls tell me.” Sitting down on the bed, Alyssa groaned as she took her shoes off. “Now if I can get out of this bloody corset, I’ll be comfortable.”
“I would have thought that hotels wouldn’t allow kids to rent rooms on prom night,” Damian shrugged and took off his own shoes or was in the process of doing so when Alyssa spoke again, causing Damian’s brows to raise slightly as he looked up at his girlfriend, “Corset?”
“That’s why their parents rent them, love. The kids just stay in them.” She rifled through her bag, glad to see that her mother had put some makeup remover wipes inside. “Yeah, she insisted. Spent a ridiculous amount of money on it, really, considering once I’ve got it off, I’m just going to flee into the bathroom and change into a t-shirt.” She really didn’t want to make Damian feel uncomfortable.
If Damian was honest, he wanted to see it. He didn’t know if it was any different from seeing her in her underwear, but he was extremely curious. And could you blame him? He was a teenage boy whose girlfriend had just told him that she was wearing a corset under her extremely short dress. “Um...can I see it?” Somehow he managed to, not only, not blush, but also didn’t drop his gaze from Alyssa.
“I ... if you want, yes.” She blushed in return just as much as he did. “They’re bloody uncomfortable, but I get the reason why boys like them.”
As Damian moved across to where Alyssa was standing near the bed, he could feel his hands getting clammy, which was not the reaction that he wanted right now and took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He didn’t know why he was so nervous; it was just underwear. He’d seen her in underwear. He’d seen her naked. He shouldn’t be nervous. Stopping in front of her, Damian bit his bottom lip, trying to figure out exactly how he should go about this. “Um...maybe I should be...” He gestured behind her, not sure if she was going to unzip her dress or if he should do it since he was the one who wanted to see her corset, after all.
She turned around to lift her hair. “It’s actually difficult to unzip myself, actually.” Her mother had tucked the strings of the corset in so they wouldn’t get caught in the zipper. Suddenly Alyssa was nervous too. She knew her boyfriend found her attractive, but at the same time, she wanted to be pretty for him.
Damian stared at her back for a moment as he wiped his hands on his hands then brought one up to grasp the zipper of her dress and, slowly, began lowering the zipper. His heart was slamming against his ribs and part of him wondered if Alyssa could hear it. As he continued lowering the zipper, it caught for a moment on one of the strings, but he managed to get it loose without breaking the zipper or anything.
She couldn’t hear his heart; her own was thudding too loudly. “Sorry, there’s a billion strings there.” Alyssa turned her head and smiled shyly at him.
Alyssa’s smile helped to calm him down just a little bit and he shook his head, “I just don’t want to break anything.” Ripping her dress probably would go over well. Eventually the zipper reached the end where it was sewn into the dress and Damian let it go, not sure if it would simply fall off Alyssa or if she’d have to take it off herself.
“Yeah, I kind of want to wear this again.” She moved to wiggle out of the dress; it was tight enough where it wouldn’t really fall to the floor. She just tried to pretend that Damian wasn’t there, so that she’d be less embarrassed. The corset and panties her mother had picked out were ridiculously skimpy, and she hoped he wouldn’t think less of her or something.
From the back, at first glance, Damian had thought that Alyssa wasn’t wearing underwear, because of how skimpy they actually were, but as he looked again, he noticed how it went up around her hips. “Um...wow...” And he’d only seen her from behind so far.
“Right? I look ridiculous, I’m sure.” Alyssa sighed and rolled her eyes, turning around to face him. She was blushing brightly, feeling a bit silly. “I did bring a t-shirt to sleep in.”
Damian shook his head, trying to find the right words as she turned around, “No. You totally don’t. You look gorgeous.” The black corset against her pale skin and red hair stood out and made her look even more appealing than ever, “Why would you think you look ridiculous?” While Damian’s cheeks were slightly flushed, he was somehow able to find the words to make him actually sound articulate.
“I don’t know, I always thought these sorts of thing are overdone.” Alyssa bit her lower lip and reached out to squeeze Damian’s hand. “I guess this is why those things are overdone.”
“What, to make you look gorgeous?” Damian brought his other hand up to brush Alyssa’s hair over her shoulder, “Alyssa, you don’t need to be overdone to look gorgeous?” He squeezed her hand back then leaned in to kiss her softly.
Oh. She was snogging him while basically half naked. That made her blink, and she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. It was one of the times she’d truly felt as pretty as Damian claimed she was.
It really was quite different from any other time she’d been naked or half naked around him when Damian would have been slightly skittish and hesitant in his actions, but the last week or so had shown him that he really had no reason to be jealous of Logan and that bizarre tarot card reading had pretty much proved that they were supposed to be together, so what reason did he really have to be so nervous? Just because Alyssa was a little more experienced than him, that wasn’t a bad thing. Like she’d been telling him all along, it could be a good thing. After a moment or two, he pulled away and rested their foreheads together, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been an ass for the last few months about...well about everything.”
“I wouldn’t say about everything, just about the things that matter,” she quipped. Alyssa stroked his cheek, kissing him lightly. “I just ... I don’t know how else to show you I love you.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around him again. “I just know that if i stay right here, maybe you’ll see it.”
Damian bit his bottom lip as she stroked his cheek and placed his hands on her waist, “I know you love me. I’ve been so stupid this entire time.” His hands moved, slowly, towards her waist, “I...I don’t think that would be so bad.” Blue eyes met Alyssa’s and he waited to see if she would get it.
“What, that I stay right here with you?” She let her eyes close as she leaned against him. “I’ll be sure to do that, then.”
As she leaned against him, he wrapped his arms around her, his fingers playing with the strings on the corset, idly as he kissed the top of her head, “I love you, Alyssa. I love you and...” He paused for a moment, heart beating quickly in his chest, “...and I think I’m ready.” He knew it made him sound a bit like a girl, after all, it was always the girls in movies who were in his place, but he wasn’t ashamed of that anymore. She’d told him that everyone got there in their own time and now he was ready to actually take things to the next level.
“For what?” Alyssa looked up, and then she blinked. “Oh! Oh.” That made her heart thump. She hadn’t actually thought they’d get up to any shenanigans in the bed.
“I mean, we don’t have to do it tonight, if you don’t want to. I know that sex on prom night is kind of clique,” He had thought that Alyssa would have responded differently considering everything she’d done to try and help him get to this point, “I’m sure that with everything that happened last week, it’s probably the last thing on your mind. We can wait, if you want.”
Instead of answering him with words, she just tugged him down by his jacket lapels to snog him. She didn’t want him to feel insecure, or upset - she just wanted him to be all right, to be happy and with her. To be present and in love.
Damian kissed her back without any hesitation. This was how he had expected her to respond in the first place. As he kissed her back, his fingers tangled in the laces of the corset and he pulled on them lightly, but not enough to actually untie them. After another moment or two, Damian broke the kiss, panting slightly and rested his forehead against hers once again, “Wait...wait...I don’t have any condoms.” He bit his bottom lip, “And I doubt your mother packed any.”
“I brought a couple in my purse. Slutty friends at school,” she murmured. Damian had gotten really good at kissing, and she tugged him back down after a moment, standing on her tiptoes to reach him.
“If they’re slutty then wouldn’t they not use condoms?” Damian smirked a moment before Alyssa kissed him again and he suddenly realized that he was wearing far too many clothes considering Alyssa’s current state of undress and he shrugged out of his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor. He could deal with any wrinkles it might get before he returned it.
“They’re slutty but not particularly bright,” she giggled. She tugged a little at his tie, trying to get it off, but ended up squinting. “What the - did you do this? Or did Mum? Because this is ... kind of impossible.” Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth.
Damian laughed and brought his hands up to his tie, moving her hands aside and tugged on the knot, which loosened it enough to start it off for her, “I did it. My grandfather taught me how to tie a tie when I was younger.” Damian would have been afraid to have Nancy tie his tie for him for fear of what sort of things she would have said to him about after the prom.
Her fingers had already moved to unbutton his shirt, letting Damian much about with the tie. “That’s sweet,” she smiled. She liked Damian’s waking world - it seemed to be filled with relatives who liked him. She wished she could have something like that.
While she worked on his shirt, Damian finished loosening his tie and pulled it over his head, leaving it knotted and let it fall on top of his forgotten jacket. “Yeah, he taught me a lot of stuff since I didn’t have a father.” He still held out hope that he’d eventually find his father.
“You have one, you just don’t know him.” That much, Alyssa understood. She had a similar situation. But they were talking about their parents on prom night, and it seemed rather silly. She kissed his chest instead, smiling up at him. “I do love you, you know.”
“Hopefully I can find him someday.” He was sure that most teenagers didn’t talk about their parents on prom night; at least not when they were taking their clothes off. “I know. I love you too.” He breathed in deep as she kissed his chest then shrugged his shirt off to join the other discarded clothes.
“And you know I don’t want Logan? That I just want you?” Alyssa’s red nails traced circles over Damian’s stomach as she smiled up at him teasingly.
Damian nodded, “I know. I’ve just been so stupid for the last few months.” The muscles in Damian’s stomach contracted as her nails moved over his skin and he felt his cock twitch in his pants, his pulse rising slightly. “But after what happened last weekend...I know I have nothing to worry about.”
She’d only screamed for Damian to help her. And she’d swatted Logan every time he antagonized her boyfriend. She smiled up at him, undoing his trousers. “I just ... Logan’s important to me. But I’m not in love with him. I don’t daydream about marrying him someday. You make me feel like... I’m seventeen.” She chuckled, kissing him again.
“You are seventeen.” The things that Logan has said to him while they had been trying to rescue Alyssa had made him so angry, but now he realized that Logan was probably saying those things on purpose to try and spur him on. To make him work harder to try and get to Alyssa and honestly, he kind of wanted to thank him for that. “But you’ll be eighteen soon. Won’t this be illegal then?” He smirked at her, his heart beginning to race as she undid his pants.
“Only if you tell,” Alyssa teased. She kissed him again, helping him move out of his boxers. She grinned lopsidedly. “You should make a foxy older lady friend, then we’ll be even.”
“Wouldn’t that be kind of weird?” He asked, after he’d kissed her back. Pants and boxers around his ankles, Damian managed to get his dress shoes off and stepped out of the material on the floor, leaving him in only his socks; his cock half hard by now, “How did I wind up naked and you’re not?” It was obvious by his tone that he was nervous and he could feel his heart hammering against his ribs.
“Only a little,” she chuckled. Sitting down on the bed, she motioned at his socks. “Those off too,” she grinned. “Nobody’s attractive in just socks. And it’s just because my clothes are harder to take off. You know we can just cuddle or something, yeah?”
Damian took his socks off then sat down on the bed beside her, “Maybe...maybe to start.” While he did want to take that next step, Damian wasn’t exactly in the, I’m going to just jump you now, place yet, so laying together for a little while at first might be the best way to go. Cuddling didn’t mean they couldn’t still touch each other. He glanced back at the headboard then scooted back until his head was on one of the pillows.
“You know I like it,” she smiled. But she’d never tried to lay down in a corset, and she eeped a little. “Okay, I’m going to suffocate. Can you get this off of me?” She smiled at him, giggling to herself.
“Um...how do I do that?” There were ties and what looked like hooks or something on the front and Damian wasn’t exactly sure which side was the right side to go for and which was for decoration. “Which way did it go on?”
“Can you just untie the back for me?” She smiled at him, lifting up her hair so he could tug at the ties. “It’s not too hard.”
Damian stared at the back of the corset for a moment before reaching out for the ties and pulled lightly, not wanting to get anything knotted too badly. He didn’t want to have to cut the ties. As they came undone, Damian bit his bottom lip then leaned in to press a kiss to the nape of Alyssa’s neck, which was exposed as she held her hair up. He then placed another kiss a bit lower on her spine as the ties loosened even more.
She shivered, closing her eyes and breathing more shallowly. “Thank you,” she murmured. She had goosebumps from his kisses, and eventually she was loose enough to wiggle out of the corset. “Oh, there we go. Whole breaths are brilliant.”
Damian couldn’t help but be a little pleased with himself that he’d had that effect on Alyssa, “Was that your idea or your mother’s?” He asked as he watched Alyssa wiggle out of the corset, cheeks flushing ever so slightly as he thought about the other times he’d seen her naked, one of which had been rather embarrassing; much like the first time she’d seen him naked. He wouldn’t have put it past Nancy to have picked out the corset and panties. .
“Oh, Mum’s, absolutely. I’d never buy something that cripples my breathing and costs three hundred dollars. It’s madness.” Alyssa sighed, flopping back on the bed, utterly pleased that it was off of her. The boning had made long, streaky welts on her ribs.
Damian’s eyes widened slightly at the price and was glad that he hadn’t just tried to pull the strings or anything. He would have felt bad if he’s ripped it. Noticing the marks it had left on her skin, Damian touched one lightly with the tips of his fingers, “Does that hurt?” The last thing he wanted was for Alyssa to be in any pain from the corset.
She winced a little. “Only a smidge. Beauty hurts. We’re used to it.” The ‘we’ was women, in case Damian was wondering.
Damian leaned down and pressed a kiss to one of the marks. He was feeling just a little bit bolder than he had been before and he knew that it was all because Alyssa wasn’t expecting him to be comfortable with all of this right off the bat, so there was a little less pressure than if he was with some other girl who might not understand.
Biting her lip against yet another gasp, Alyssa ran her fingers through Damian’s hair. “That’s sweet of you,” she murmured, eyelids fluttering closed. She hoped he knew that she wasn’t planning to do anything but cuddle and maybe order room service. Oh, and watch crap telly.
Damian closed his eyes at the touch of her fingers in his hair then sat back against the pillows, biting his bottom lip. When they'd been getting undressed, he'd thought that they were going to actually have sex and now Alyssa had suggested cuddling and he wasn't entirely sure what to do now. Laying there naked was beginning to make him feel a little self conscience and not because he was worried that he wasn't as big as Logan or anything, because he was so over that, but along with the martial arts bleed over from the dreams, he'd acquired a number of scars from different fights he'd been in, in the dreams, the majority having appeared on his abdomen after that one dream where he'd needed a multiple organ transplant and this was the first time since then that he'd been completely naked around Alyssa.
She blinked when she saw them. She knew they were from the dreams, and she ran her fingers over them. “Oh, Damian,” she murmured.
“I keep forgetting about them,” Damian said, muscles contracting where Alyssa touched one of the scars, “I mean, I didn’t get them myself, you know.” The ones from the transplant weren’t horribly ugly scars, after all, Talia al Ghul wouldn’t have trusted her son’s life with just any doctors, but there were a few others that he’d gotten in fights.
“I know. But still, it hurts me to know that somewhere, some version of you went through that.” She also got a better understanding of what he’d gone through when she was on the altar.
Damian reached down for Alyssa’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “We’re even then cause I hate thinking about the things you went through in your dreams.”
“I’m sorry you had to see all of that, by the way.” She smiled and sat up, looking down at him. “Was it terrible?”
“Which part? Fighting the demons or working with Logan?” Damian’s tone was obviously teasing, not even a hint of jealousy when he mentioned Logan’s name this time, “The only terrible part was not knowing what was happening to you.” He sat up and brought a hand up to cup her cheek as he looked into her eyes, “That was the part that scared me.”
“I’m just sorry I couldn’t have been more help. Granddad summoned me, and ... “ She shook her head, leaning forward to kiss him.
Damian shook his head as she kissed him, his hand sliding back into her hair and rested their foreheads together when it ended, “Alyssa, you don’t have to be sorry for that, You had no control over that. That was all your crazy ass grandfather’s doing.”
“I’m just glad he’s gone.” She shook her head too, moving into his lap. She still had panties on, so it wouldn’t be too bad. “Thank you. For saving me. You really were my knight in shining armor.”
Considering the fact that Damian was naked and Alyssa’s panties were pretty skimpy, somehow Damian managed not to flush, but the closeness did cause him to stir slightly, “I’ll always save you, Alyssa. What kind of superhero sidekick would I be if I didn’t save the most important person in my life?”
“You’re a superhero all on your own to me,” she smiled. “Though I’m glad I’m not exactly a damsel.” She’d loved kicking ass, she had to admit.
Damian smiled and ran his fingers through Alyssa’s hair, “We could be a team, you know.” Technically Damian wasn’t actually his father’s sidekick in the dreams, but it was obvious that, that was his goal, if the fight with Tim had been anything to off of, “Fighting crime and demons in the streets of The OC.”
She chuckled. “You want me to be your sidekick?” She kissed him gently, running her fingers down his back.
A shiver ran down his spine at the touch of her fingers and he smiled against her lips, “What would your superhero name be? In the dreams, I want to take over as Robin.” In the dreams, he felt that it was his birthright or something like that since he was Bruce’s true heir and Tim was only adopted by Bruce.
“I have literally no idea. I mean, what would I do?” She shook her head. “My arrows don’t work on humans.”
“Then you could take care of the demons and I’d take care of the crazy villains.” Damian smirked and continued running his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face and shoulders. “Although, to be perfectly honest, I’d kind of prefer it if there were no more demons ever.”
“You and me both,” she chuckled. “How about we just laze about at home and nix the superhero thing entirely?” She kissed his neck, nibbling gently.
“That might be a good idea,” Damian’s eyes slid shut as she kissed his neck, breath catching at the small bites. The sensation of her teeth on his skin, no matter how gently, caused a shiver to run down to spine and settle in his groin. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold off; not when she was sitting on his lap in nothing but a skimpy pair of panties. Surely she could feel the effect she was having on him.
Alyssa ran her fingers over Damian’s chest. “I should move,” she murmured, quiet and hoarse. She didn’t want to, but she would for him. She loved him.
The problem was, Damian didn’t want her to move, “Why?” He bit his bottom lip as he looked upon her and brought up hand up to cup the back of her neck, “What if I don’t want you to?” He might not have been ready a few months ago and while he was certainly nervous, he knew that he was ready now.
That made Alyssa blush. “You sure? I don’t want to pressure you,” she sighed. Leaning forward, she cupped his cheeks and kissed him gently. “I want it to be right.”
Damian nodded just before their lips met. He kissed her back, trying to convey all the love and lust and want that he possessed for her into it. His hand tangled in her red hair as he pulled her closer, his tongue pressing past her lips as his other hand went to the small of her back.
She purred when he kissed her, sighing and pulling him closer. She could feel his bare chest against hers, and it made her groan slightly, rocking her hips against his.
Damian groaned as she rocked against him, his cock quickly getting hard beneath her. He’d already been half hair earlier, when they’d gotten undressed so this time all it took was the friction Alyssa was currently providing with her hips. A few months earlier this entire thing would have made him blush and shy away, but there was nothing to be embarrassed or shy about now.
She could feel him against her and it made her whimper to herself. “Damian,” she murmured, moving to kiss his neck. This would’ve been okay all on its own.
The way she said his name went straight to his cock and he gasped as his hips bucked up against her, the sensations that shot through his body as his cock slid against her skin and the fabric of her panties caused his head to fall back against the headboard with a thunk. “Oh god. That feels...” He couldn’t even describe how it felt.
She smiled at him, grinding her hips down again. Alyssa was glad her hair was down for a few reasons. For one, it hurt when it was up, and for two, it hid her blush. “Yeah?” She couldn’t help being a bit sassy.
Damian swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly as his head rested back against the headboard, “Y...yeah.” He bit down on his bottom lip as she ground down against him again. This was different than the handjob and blowjob she’d given him, the sensations were all so different and his brain was trying to process all of this new information and not doing a very good job of it, to be honest. Somehow he managed to get his arms to work and grabbed her thighs, not too hard, but just enough to make her stop for a moment.
Taking the hint, Alyssa kissed his chin and moved to let her head rest on his shoulder. “Sometimes I think girls have the sex part a little more easy than blokes. We just have to show up.”
Damian laughed, which seemed a strange thing to do in this situation, but he couldn’t help it, “Yeah...I guess you do.” Taking a deep breath, he tried to get his breathing and heart rate under control as his fingers loosened their hold on her thighs, “Maybe you should get those condoms.”
Stroking his cheek, Alyssa just nodded. “All right.” She’d never used one and hoped it didn’t show. Reaching out, she took her clutch in hand and rifled through it until she found a condom. Tearing it open, she bit her lower lip as she took Damian in hand and started to unroll it.
Damian knew that Alyssa hadn’t used condoms with Logan, which was probably the only part that still bothered him about them being together, but he wasn’t going to bring that up. He also knew that she was on birth control and he was a virgin, but he still wanted to be safe and use condoms. He wanted to do this the right way. He watched as Alyssa tore open the condom and he bit his bottom lips once again as she started rolling it onto his cock, however, he’d been so over stimulated already that not long after she’d taken him in hand, he gasped, fingers clutching the blankets beneath him as he came without any warning.
Hey, it had been practice for figuring out how to use them. She smiled, feeling happy and warm and glad she’d been able to make him happy. Kissing his chest, she ran her fingers over his chest. He was pretty when he came, and she enjoyed seeing it.
It was a good thing that she thought he was pretty, because right now Damian couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that he’d just done that and his cheeks flushed as he came down from his orgasm and closed his eyes, trying as hard as he could to resist the urge to flee into the bathroom. All that was keeping him there was Alyssa’s ministrations, “Oh god...” As opposed to a few minutes earlier, this time it came out a bit anguished, eyes still closed.
Alyssa cupped his cheeks into both her hands. “Shhh. That has happened to literally every bloke on Earth. It’s not your fault. It was kind of hot, and you’ll be able to go again soon anyway, and now I’m more turned on. It’s fine.”
Yes, she had told him before that things like this happened to guys all the time, but that was before he’d become one of those guys. As her hands cupped his face and she spoke, his eyes opened, slowly and he stared into her’s, “Really? That was hot?” He had never actually seen himself come before, thinking it’d be too weird to watch himself jerk off, so he didn’t know exactly what he looked like, but he knew that Alyssa wouldn’t lie to him, “Think you’ll stay that way if I go clean up real quick?” If he waited and let it dry then he would just wind up being uncomfortable and that wouldn’t be sexy at all.
“Damian, I know you’ve probably watched porn of some girl masturbating. Was it hot or not?” She bit her lower lip and grinned. “Yeah. I doubt I’ll stop being this way for a while now. Want help?”
“Not as hot as that video you left me,” Damian flushed as he said that and leaned forward to kiss Alyssa quickly before sliding off the bed, “I think I can handle it. I’ll be right back.” He went into the bathroom and cleaned up quickly then headed back to Alyssa after composing himself so that he was a little less embarrassed.
She was stretched out on the bed, relaxing and checking to see what they had on the telly. She’d wiggled out of the uncomfortable panties and was just naked, comfortable and propped up on the pillows.
Climbing back onto the bed, Damian let his eyes wander down the length of Alyssa’s body and he felt himself twitch slightly, “Anything good on?” Truthfully, Damian could have cared less about what was on TV. He was more interested in finding out if Alyssa was still turned on as she’d said, but he wasn’t sure how to go about that.
“Not really, no.” She bit her lower lip hard, noticing him noticing her nudity. She snapped off the television, reaching out to tug him by the hand to the bed. “Come here?”
Damian went willingly as she pulled him onto the bed and he laid down next to her, so close that they were touching and he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips, “I love you, Alyssa.” He knew that she knew that, but he liked saying it. Besides, he felt that it was the right thing to say before they took this next step.
“I love you too,” she murmured, stroking his cheek. “Quite a bit, actually.” She smiled, thumb moving over his cheekbone. She’d have had to to put up with his jealousy.
Damian smiled and kissed her again, enjoying the feel of her fingers on his face. His own hand came up to rest on her side for a moment before he, slowly, slid his hand down to her stomach and then just a little lower. The last time he’d tried this she’d been wearing underwear and Nancy had walked in on them, but this time no one would be walking in on them and as nervous as he was, he really wanted to touch her. Trying to keep his attention on the kiss and not what his hand was doing, because if he thought too much about it, he might lose his nerve, he slid his hand down between her legs, tentatively.
That made Alyssa blink, and she bit her lower lip as she closed her eyes. Leaning forward, she gasped a little, rocking her hips against him. Nipping his shoulder firmly, Alyssa tried to coax him a little further, trying to get him to press things.
Damian got the hint and moved his fingers between her folds, gasping slightly at both, the nip to his shoulder as well as how wet she was, “Is that...is that good?” He asked, wanting to make sure he was doing this right. Now that he wasn’t kissing her anymore, he was trying to remember when he’d watched her do this to herself and where she’d touched herself.
She nodded, shuddering and biting her lower lip hard. “Mmhmm,” she whimpered, shifting her hips and trying to wiggle a bit harder against him. “Yeah,” she responded. “That’s ... perfect actually.” She was hoping that he’d keep going for a bit longer this time.
Hearing that as well as hearing and seeing the effects what he was doing was having on her made him just a little bit bolder and without thinking about it, he slid a finger inside her, up to the first knuckle, not wanting to move too fast and also wanting to see her reaction. They had never gotten this far and she probably didn’t think he would do this. “And that?”
Alyssa’s eyes shut and she bit her lip. Nodding firmly, she rocked down against him. “More? Please?” She really didn’t know how to ask for him to use more fingers or go deeper without it sounding like she was begging.
If Alyssa started begging, there was a pretty good chance Damian would come again just from that alone, because watching her and feeling just how turned on he was making her had gotten him hard again pretty quickly. “God...Alyssa, you weren’t joking when you said you would stay turned on...” He loved the way she bit her lip like that and he wanted to make her do it again. Watching her, not taking his eyes off her for a second, Damian slid his finger in further then pulled it out and slid it back in, moving slightly to find an angle that wouldn’t hurt his wrist as he stayed laying next to her.
“Told you,” she murmured, tugging him to her by the hair so she could kiss him. “I happen to like watching you get off.” She liked him. Lots of people told her that she should find someone less jealous, but only Alyssa knew why he was jealous. He’d lost so much, he was just scared of losing one other thing.
Damian groaned as she tugged him down by his hair and he kissed her back as he moved his finger a little faster, “Shit, Alyssa....I want to...now.” He couldn’t even imagine what it’d feel like to have his cock in her the way he had his finger and he had to take a deep breath, against her lips to keep from coming then at the mere thought of it.
“So let’s just do it,” she panted. “I’m on the pill, it’s not - “ She closed her eyes tightly, resting her forehead against his as she whimpered. His fingers had crooked in a way that was fantastic.
“But I don’t...fuck it.” Honestly, if he had to wait while she got up to get another condom, he was pretty sure he was going to die. Next time they’d use the condoms, but right now he was far too turned on, “Next time though...” He couldn’t help but smirk a little smugly at the whimper she made, knowing that he had made her do that. Kissing her, he slid his finger out and moved over her, only breaking the kiss to gaze down at her, her red hair fanned out around her, “I love you so fucking much,” She was right. The main reason he got jealous was because he was so afraid of losing her too. He’d lost so much already and he was only seventeen. He couldn’t lose anyone else.
Taking a deep breath, he positioned himself at her entrance and pressed forward, slowly. He was going to have to take this slow if he wanted it to last longer than when she’d tried to put the condom on him before.
She grinned, appreciating that he was being spontaneous. Sometimes Damian just needed to learn to let go. When he moved above her, she wrapped her legs a bit higher over his hips. “I love you too,” she smiled, leaning up to kiss his chest.
Alyssa was aware that he wasn’t just teasing her, that he was going slowly so he could last longer, but at the same time - she couldn’t help but whimper loudly.
Part of him wanted to tell her to stop making those noises, because it was not helping him, but he knew it meant that he was making her feel good and that’s all he wanted. Gripping the blankets next to her, Damian shifted his hips, trying to figure out exactly how he was supposed to move. It always looked so easy in the pornos, but having never done it before, he needed to figure out where to put his own legs in order to push forward a little more. “Oh my god..that’s...shit...” Damian had no words for how good it felt as he slid further inside her. She was so tight and so wet and his brain was not thinking of anything but that.
He wasn’t on her hair, and that was really all she cared about. She gasped when he started to move, and she moved to turn her head, kissing him and murmuring his name. This was perfect to her. Part of her wished that this was both their first time - but she knew that was impossible. Alyssa was new enough to sex that this was novel and right all on its own.
Damian stopped moving once he was completely sheath inside her, his heart beating so fast that he could hear his pulse in his ears as he kissed her back. He had never thought that something could feel so good and part of him wondered why he’d been so scared about this. “Y...you’re okay, right?” Of course he knew that she’d had sex before, but he felt compelled to check. To make sure that he wasn’t doing something that could hurt her. He just wanted this to be perfect.
She nodded, smiling up at him contentedly. Her hand moved up to stroke his cheek. “I’m fantastic, Damian. You’re ... really good at this.” She bit her lower lip, feeling sheepish. There was no way to tell a guy that he was a really nice size without it going all to his head.
And Damian could tell that she wasn’t just saying that and that gave him so much more confidence than she knew. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her lips as he finally started to move, pulling out slowly then pressing back in, gasping against her mouth at the slick slide of his cock inside her.
It had so much more to do than just penis, she’d tell him if she’d thought about it. It was more to do with attraction and desire - and since Alyssa was madly in love with him, he was bound to be fine.
Shivering a little, Alyssa murmured under her breath when he moved again.
Damian continued moving, slowly at first, but after a few thrusts, he picked up the pace, even if it was a little awkward, considering he was trying to get the hang of it. He didn’t think he was going to last very long, but he wanted to make sure that Alyssa got off too so he wasn’t ashamed to ask for a bit of help like he would have been a few months earlier, “I....I want you to come too...can you show me?” He knew all about stimulation, but only about half his brain was working correctly from all the new sensations running through his body that if he tried to find her clit right now, he was sure he’d fail miserably.
She nodded, reaching down to touch herself. It was sort of ridiculously hot that he was asking for help, that he was being vocal. So she leaned back a bit more, openly watching him move, the way his hair fell into his eyes.
He was sure that in time he’d be able to do this for her with little to no problem, but this was the first time and he didn’t want to screw up. Moving slightly, he tried to glance down between them and in turn moved his hips just enough to change the angle slightly and groaned, feeling himself getting even closer. It wouldn’t be long now. “Fuck....Alyssa, you’re so perfect.”
Especially with what he’d been doing earlier, she was close anyway. Arching her back and closing her eyes tightly, Alyssa yowled as she came. Damian really hadn’t had anything to worry about in this department.
Damian didn’t stand a chance then and he got in one more thrust before he came, harder than before. His toes curled and he buried his face in the crook of her neck as he moaned her name, eyes shut so tight that he saw stars. This was ten times better than the handjob and blowjob combined.
Alyssa ran her fingers over his back, breathing hard and sweaty. “Oh, god,” she murmured. That had been fantastic, and she just wanted to make sure that Damian had enjoyed it as well. “Are you ... how was that?”
As he came, it felt like his orgasm lasted forever, but that was only because it had felt so much better than he’d ever thought possible. When it finally subsided, he did his best not to simply collapse on Alyssa even though his entire body felt completely boneless, “That was...wow.” That was probably as eloquent as he was going to get right now. He was sweaty and his heart was still raising, dark hair plastered to his forehead, but he felt good and tired. Was he supposed to feel this tired? “I love you.”
She giggled, wrapping her arms around him. “I love you too. I take it I didn’t do too terribly?” He might not have realized it, but she’d been paranoid about not delivering as well.
He laughed softly and moved, only to slide out of her then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple, “Not at all. You couldn’t do terribly if you tried.” He rested his head on the pillow beside her head, “Can we rest then order room service?” He was tired, but also hungry, but tired won out at the moment.
Alyssa nodded. “Mmm. Want to take a nap, then order food?”
Damian nodded, blue eyes already sliding shut, “Yeah. That’s a good idea.” He moved as close to Alyssa as was possible and didn’t even care that they were both a little sweaty, “And maybe...maybe we could do that again later.” He didn’t want to make this weekend all about sex, but he certainly wouldn’t mind doing it at least once more that weekend. Okay, maybe two more times.