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“That’s it,” Dick said, arching to press closer to Jason’s mouth as it wrapped around his swollen nipple, shuddering when the incubus sucked. “Oh,” Dick gasped, cupping his fingers around the base of Jason’s skull and pressing him closer, breath hitching when the pressure increased as Jason became bolder, drinking down the weak flow of milk that leaked from Dick’s flat chest. 

It was an almost indescribable sensation, a slow tug inside his chest with each suck. Dick’s thighs tensed, his cunt throbbing with each pull and leaving him dripping slick onto the soft blankets of the nest. 

He could feel Jason’s magic curling around him like a happy cat, a quiet purr rumbling in the demon’s chest. Jason hadn’t grown into his full powers yet, so his mimicry of human dynamics was still a little iffy. The only one he could consistently match was the human pup scent, but at the moment he had managed to float a bit of alpha, making Dick’s instincts perk up and take notice. 

“Fuck,” Dick rasped, unable to resist reaching down to circle his throbbing clit with his fingers. Jason rocked down against Dick’s thigh, his erection warm against the omega’s fevered skin. Dick bit his lip when Jason drew back to watch him with dark, hungry eyes. 

He tried to broadcast what he was feeling, as best as he was able to as a human, and Jason’s purr deepened as he latched on, ghosting around the edge of Dick’s mind with subtle nudges, little laps at the sweet arousal that Dick was feeling, taking it into himself and feeding the excess back to Dick, almost doubling the pleasure he felt. 

It was intoxicating, addictive, and Dick chased it like he chased his next orgasm. 

The omega spread his legs further, sinking two fingers into himself and clenching down around them. He already felt so close, so ready to tip over that lofty ledge of arousal as his cunt gushed slick. The heat ran heavy through his veins, thick and sweet as it stoked his fever higher. 

“Fuck,” Dick swore, arching up off the bed “Mm,” he bit his lip, thrusting his fingers in and out of his cunt with abandon as he worked himself up higher. Then Jason grazed a sharp little imp fang teasingly across his nipple and Dick gasped, slick gushing as he came. 

He fucked himself through it, slowing as his wrist started to tire. “I want,” Dick swallowed, cleared his throat to try and speak around the rough purr in his chest “I want my knot,” Jason sat up, eyes wide as he nodded and scrambled out of the nest to dig through the bin of toys placed by the end of the mattress. 

Dick lay back, continuing to tease at his engorged clit and shudder when the sensation became overwhelming. 

He reached for Jason as soon as the incubus came back into reach, sweeping his wrists across the imp’s skin and smearing as much of his scent as he could, marking the young demon as pack, as his. 

He took the toy offered, not particularly caring which one it was as long as it had a knot. This one had a stable knot, built into the shaft rather than inflated by a mechanism. It would take a little bit more prep work to get it in, but Dick didn’t particularly mind. He had nothing but time during his heat. 

Done with his inspection, he brought the toy down in between his legs, nudging the fat head against his slit and pressing it in slowly, enjoying the stretch as he opened up under the pressure. Dick hummed, low and pleased, as the thick swell of the knot pressed against his entrance. He teased pressing a little harder, testing the stretch, before slowly drawing the toy back out again. 

He started a slow pace, enjoying the drag of the texture against his inner walls. Dick purred harder when Jason settled himself back in close against his side, tracing patterns across the skin of Dick’s chest and tugging at his nipples with careful fingers as the incubus rutted absently against Dick’s hip. 

Dick arched into the touch, quickly growing impatient and fucking himself harder, faster, always pressing to see how far he could take the thick knot before he was forced to back off again. 

Dick huffed, then shuffled a bit further up the nest, propping himself up on a stack of pillows so he could reach with both hands. One continued to fuck the toy in and out, while he used the other to carefully nudge a finger in alongside the toy, tugging and stretching his entrance to make things go faster. 

Jason made a low, wanting sound as he watched, and Dick bit back a grin “You, ah, want to help?” He asked, his voice too breathy to hold the low, sultry note he’d been hoping to use. 

Jason groaned, nodding and dragging his fingers across Dick’s tense thigh “Can I?” He asked, glancing up at Dick through his lashes. Dick nodded, spreading his legs wider when Jason moved to settle in between them. 

Carefully, Jason took ahold of the toy, thrusting it experimentally into Dick’s wet heat. Dick moaned encouragingly, rocking his hips into the motion. He let Jason replace the fingers inside him as well, shivering as the long, dexterous digits scissored inside him. 

It took a bit for Jason to find a good rhythm, his brow furrowed as he focused on finding Dick’s sweet spots, tasting his emotions to figure out if he was pushing him too far too quickly. 

Dick didn’t think he was ready, could still feel the burn of the stretch when Jason pulled his fingers back and pushed with the toy. Dick made a soft, protesting sound, arching and getting ready to warn Jason off when suddenly the knot slid in. 

Dick’s breath hitched, his muscles locking tight to hug the knot securely where it rested inside him. His eyes rolled back, biting back a whine as he shook, rubbing furiously at his clit until he tripped over the edge of orgasm again. He could feel Jason all around him, sipping at the excesses of Dick’s singing emotions, his knot pressed deep into Dick’s cunt— 

The omega moaned, hips grinding down as if to take the toy in even deeper. “Fuck,” Dick breathed, going limp and luxuriating in the special kind of pleasure that could be found fucked open on an alpha’s knot. 

“Good?” Jason asked, tilting his head as he studied Dick with a calculative eye, measuring what he could see with what he could feel and reaching conclusions that Dick couldn’t begin to imagine. 

Dick laughed, reaching over and dragging the young incubus down against him “Mnmhm” he hummed, smearing more of his scent across Jason’s skin while he had him held still. 

He was content for the moment, stuffed full and satiated with pack on hand to help ensure they stayed safe while he burned through his heat. 

Jason preened, purring at the praise and nestling himself closer to Dick’s side, nuzzling at his chest until the omega shifted to let him latch on once more, easing the slowly growing ache as his chest tried to fill with milk once more. 

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Dick whined a loud, keening sound that echoed in his empty apartment. Everything was wrong; the air felt too cold, and his nest felt cold, felt bad, and ugly no matter how many times he remade it. There was a pile of fabric discarded next to the mattress made up of sheets he had shredded apart in his desperation. 

There was a hollowness in his chest, an icy wound behind his ribs where something precious had used to be. He was cold, he was alone, and everything was wrong. Dick let out another sharp, distressed whimper, calling for packmates that weren’t coming. 

He’d chased Bruce off almost a full day ago when his preheat had started ramping up. Bruce hadn’t kept him company through a heat since before Dick had started slicking, so the offer felt more like a slap in the face than anything else. A reminder that everything was different and wrong now. 

He and Babs were barely talking, and Jason wasn’t coming. No matter how loudly his instincts wanted him to call, the incubus wouldn’t be there. 

It had been almost a month since the funeral, a bit more since he’d felt his pack bond shred apart in his chest. He’d already been on suppressants to push his heat back for a mission and didn’t bother to stop taking them when everything had gone to shit. 

It turned out that he couldn’t just skip his heat, no matter how much he wanted to. 

He’d barely noticed the oncoming symptoms until the fever had started up. He wasn’t ready for a heat, his body hadn’t prepped for the strain that a normal heat would put on it, much less the complications that the stress would add.

Bruce was probably right to be concerned, but Dick just couldn’t. Couldn’t tolerate having people in his space, in his awful, rancid, empty nest. 

He was wet, slick clinging to his thighs and smearing onto the blankets and making them gross and everything was terrible and his chest hurt.

He burst into tears, frustrated and sickly and aching. 

His nest was empty of pack scent, smelling only of despair and the thick musk of heat that seemed to coat his tongue, dense and oily with the notes of reluctant arousal that he couldn’t seem to escape. 

Reluctantly, Dick reached down to touch himself, biting his lip as he forewent his clit to sink two fingers inside of his sopping cunt. He was too tense, even with how slick he was, so the stretch burned a little. He didn’t care. 

Fingers weren’t enough, were never going to be enough, so he quickly grew too impatient. He wiped his damp fingers on the bedspread, leaning off of the bed to dig through the neatly packed bin of supplies next to the bed, uncaring what sort of toy he grabbed as long as it had a knot. 

He just needed a knot and then he’d be fine. 

Dick sprawled back across the pillows, kicking his legs open wide and teasing the head of the toy across his slit. He shivered at the sensation, squirming and clenching down around nothing as the soft silicone nudged against his clit. 

Impatient, he didn’t waste any more time in sinking the toy into himself, hissing through the stretch as he rocked it back and forth a few times until it could be seated in him comfortably. 

Dick bit his lip, breathing out a sigh and clenching down around the toy, letting the weight of it inside him ground some of the frantic, clawing beast that lived beneath his skin. He wanted more. 

He wasn’t sure what all he wanted more of.

All he had available to him was the toy with its fake knot. Curious, dispassionate, Dick scrabbled lazily for the small hand pump that trailed out between his legs. He squeezed it experimentally a few times, his body tightening automatically in response to the pressure of the knot expanding inside of him. 

His head fell back, overcome by an odd, weightless sensation while all of his attention zeroed in on the stretch. He sucked in a shaky breath, caught off guard once more by the lack of scent other than his own. 

Even when he spent his heats alone he liked to keep his pack’s scents around him. It was stupid to have refused it this time. It was a bit late for that. 

He bit his lip, fighting back more tears and clenching his jaw until the skin split between his teeth, the taste of blood overwhelming everything else. 

He wasn’t satisfied, wouldn’t be satisfied, but he should at least cum, right? He should want to cum. It was hard to gather the energy to care. He let go of the small squeeze-ball, clenching down harder around the toy when he brought his fingers to his clit, setting a quick, rough pace as he chased his high. 

It was slow to rise, the arousal trapped in his belly reluctant to surge under his lackluster attempts. Dick growled in frustration, arching his hips and clenching harder around the toy and its artificial knot. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. 

He barely even thought about how his chest ached until he raised his free hand to play with his chest, his skin damp with more than just sweat when he moved to pinch at a tender nipple. 

He looked down, watching a thin droplet of milk roll slowly across his skin. Right. 

It wasn’t that he’d forgotten, exactly. It was just that he’d always milked while Jason was there and with Jason gone, Dick had thought- well, he shouldn’t have been surprised that it was still happening with him gone. 

He squeezed at his pec, fingers digging into the flesh until he thought that it might bruise, impassively tracking the glossy trail of milk that leaked from his chest. There wasn’t much, his body hadn’t been prepared for this heat, after all. It hadn’t built up any reserves for aiding milk production.

It was still more than he wanted to deal with. 

Dick rolled a nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging while he continued to rub his clit, back arching and hips rocking as he focused on getting himself off. 

His orgasm took him by surprise, his teeth opening another wound in his bottom lip as he bit back a pathetic sound, a milk-stained hand grabbing for the hand pump once more as he pushed the inflatable knot up to its full size. 

Dick gasped, choking on a reedy whine as he collapsed back into the nest, curling over onto his side to bury his face in the blankets, shoulders shaking when he bit back a sob. 

He closed his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to calm the tremors that didn’t seem to want to leave him alone. 

Almost lazily he went back to groping at his chest, squeezing and tugging as warm drips of milk spilled across his skin. It wasn’t enough to fully empty his meager stores, but it took the edge off of the uncomfortable fullness he felt. Could almost let him imagine that he was just trying to stave off the ache long enough for a snarky little incubus to crawl into his nest and take over, nuzzling into his chest and engulfing his nipples in a warm, wet, suckling mouth— 

Dick moaned, squirming in the sheets as heat rolled through his veins, living in the fantasy for a few minutes before reality crashed over him once more like ice water, leaving him shivering and alone.