Bottom Damian Week // JonDami

November 2nd

Prompt: Practicing the Art of Seduction

~Steam~

- Both boys are 18 -

Damian's pov

"Grayson, is this really necessary?" I asked with crossed arms. Grayson sighed.

"It's part of training Damian. You need to know how to do these things for the sake of missions. I know you don't want to but you have to." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "Ugh. If I must. How will I be doing this?"

"Well, you'll start off with learning a few tactics for the 'Art of Seduction' and then we'll send you to a club to practice on someone." He explained.

"Grayson! That's disgusting! I'm underaged, gay, and I don't want to be seducing some old white man!" I exclaimed, listing off the three reasons on my fingers.

"Don't worry Dami, we have it all figured out. It's someone you know. And judging by how you act with them, you're going to hate me at first, then thank me later." He said with a mischievous grin. I pursed my lips.

"I don't like it when you smirk like that. It never means anything good." I said. Grayson laughed.

"Oh relax. Now c'mon, you need to start learning."

~Time Skip~

"I feel silly." I said, trying to pull my black short-shorts lower.

"You look cute Dami! The girls made no mistakes! The shorts are adorable! The top is perfect!" I fumbled with the hem of the black, long sleeve crop top. "The thigh highs add a little extra cuteness!" I glanced down at the black thigh-high socks. "The boots are adorable!" I shifted my feet which wore a pair of calf high black boots with a bit of heel. "And the choker with the suspenders finishes it all off nicely!" I adjusted the black lace choker in the mirror. I also checked the black suspenders which hung off my hips so I wasn't exactly wearing them.

"Relax Dami, you look good! Plus, the guy you're practicing on likes femboys." Grayson giggled.

"Speaking of which, will you tell me who it is now?" I asked as Grayson pulled up to the bar.

"I'll tell you once you're out of the car." He said. I rolled my eyes and unbuckled my seatbelt. I hesitated before getting out of the car.

"You got this Dami!" Grayson said. I glared.

"Yeah, yeah now who is it?" I snapped, leaning against the car.

"Get off the car," Grayson said. I raised an eyebrow and did so. I stood with my arms crossed.

"It's Jon."

"WHAT?!"

"HAVE FUN!" He shouted as he drove off.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I shouted, drawing a few people's attention.

"What?" I snapped. They all looked away. I cursed under my breath and walked into the bar. The bouncer nodded at me and allowed me in.