Bottom Damian Week // JonDami

November 4th

Prompt: Wearing someone else's clothing

~Fluff~

- Both boys are 16 -

3rd person pov

Damian slowly made his way downstairs, still tuckered out from his last night's late patrol. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

He entered the kitchen, noting his Father, Alfred, Dick, Tim, and Jason to be there.

"Morning sleepy birdie!" Dick greeted. Damian hummed in response and sat down before yawning again.

"You seem tired Damian. Why don't you go back to bed?" His father suggested. Damian shook his head.

"I'll be fine father. Thank you for your concern."

"Here's your breakfast Master Damian." Alfred said, placing a warm plate of food before the youngest bat.

"Thank you Pennyworth." Damian said before beginning to eat.

"Nice pjs demon." Jason snickered. Damian glanced down at his clothes of choice.

He was wearing a pair of plain shorts as well as a shirt that was far too big for him that clearly belonged to Jon.

"Shut up Todd." Damian snapped.

"Look how small and cute you are~!" Tim teased, pinching Damian's cheek as he went by. Damian literally growled in response until Tim let go.

"He's right Dami, Jon's shirt is pretty big on you."

"I cannot control my body size. Nor can I control Jon's. Drop it."

-

"I'll miss you Dami!" Jon said, hugging his boyfriend tightly. Damian gripped the taller tighter.

"I'll miss you too beloved." He said.

"Damian! C'mon!" Dick called. Damian was forced to break out of Jon's hold.

"I have to go now love." He said. Jon smiled sadly.

"Have fun with the Titans!" He said before stealing a quick kiss.

"I'll try." Damian chuckled. Jon's face lit up.

"Oh wait!" Damian raised an eyebrow as Jon pulled his hoodie off over his head. "Here Dami!" He held out the hoodie towards the smaller.

Damian took the large article of clothing and smiled fondly.

"Thank you beloved." He whispered.

"No problem Dami."

-

"Here's another! And another one! And another! Damian, you have half my closet in here!" Jon exclaimed as he dug through Damian's closet and dresser for his many stolen clothes.

Damian blushed. "It's comfortable." He shrugged. Jon smirked.

"My second hand clothing?"

"Some of it isn't second hand."

"Most of it is."

"I find it comforting. Do you wish for me to stop?"

"No no! Do what you must to make yourself feel better!"

"Then I'll take the rest of your closet."

"As much as I love you, not happening Dami."

-

Damian's back hit the wall as Jon's hands began wandering his small feminine figure.

Jon pinched his thigh, causing Damian to release a moan. Jon took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside the smaller's mouth.

Damian whined softly in response and Jon began trailing his lips down from Damian's mouth to his jaw, to his neck.

He got irritated with Damian's shirt and opted to remove it. He gripped the hem in his fist.

"Off." He commanded. Damian smirked and slowly began stripping off the shirt.

Jon caught sight of the tag and grabbed the shirt before Damian dropped it.

"Hold up-."

Damian froze. "Huh?"

"Really Damian? I've been looking for this shirt everywhere!" Jon exclaimed. Damian crossed his arms.

"I like it." He said bluntly.

"So therefore it's yours now?" Jon asked.

"It is yours but I use it."

-

"Thanks Dami, I really needed that." Jon panted. Damian smirked up at him.

He crawled from his partner's lower region to his face.

"Of course beloved." He said before kissing him.

Damian grabbed Jon's shirt and pulled it on.

"Hey!" Jon protested.

"I just sucked your dick. I get to wear your fucking t-shirt Kent."

"Whatever bossy pants."