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Jon opened his window and climbed into the room. He thanked every god that he'd placed his bed near the window. The alpha carefully laid the omega on the bed, hovering over him.
Jon watched the boy's chest slowly rise and fall. His eyes were closed, occasionally squeezing shut from sharp pains. Jon's shirt was soaked through from Damian. He pulled it off and tossed it aside.
It was impossible to breathe next to Wayne. The omega was unconsciously emitting pheromones that strongly aroused the alpha. Jon covered his nose with his palm and turned toward the window, trying to breathe fresh air. But even wide open, it did nothing to lower the omega's body temperature. Damian moaned and gasped beneath Jon, writhing in sweat. Kent noticed the corset constricting his stomach, preventing him from breathing properly.
"Why did you even wear this?!" Jon began running his hands over Damian's clothing, hoping to figure out how to remove it. Damian arched at the alpha's touch, greedily gasping for air. Jon turned the omega onto his stomach and discovered a lattice of laces with a neatly tied bow.
"D-D-Dhon…" the omega rasped, trembling, feeling Kent's hands on his waist slowly moving down the corset.
"Fuuuck…" The boy tried to untie the bow but only tangled the knot further.
"Don't… nngh… need to, Jon…" The omega buried his face in the pillow and gripped the sheets. "No, don't do this. Anyone but you!" flashed through his mind. Panic seized Damian — the alpha would take him right here, right now.
The sound of tearing fabric filled the room. Jon couldn't take it anymore — he ripped the dense fabric off Damian, removing it and tossing it aside. The omega cried into the pillow, pressing deeper into it.
"Is that better? Tell me it's better…" Jonathan turned Damian onto his back with hope. "No, no, no, don't cry." Kent saw Damian's eyes filling with tears, streams already running from the corners. "Please, don't, don't cry…" The omega's hairstyle was ruined; strands had fallen across his face. Jon's trembling hand began brushing the unruly strands away, biting his own lips.
"B-Better…" Freedom from the corset truly helped, and Damian began taking deep breaths in and out. An unpleasant burn lingered in his lower abdomen; the omega squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back. He'd gotten rid of the outer layer, but it was still unbearably hot.
He'd dressed badly today. Sweat made his shirt cling so tightly to his slender body that his nipples were visible through the fabric. Clothes stuck to his burning skin; he wanted to be rid of them.
Jon watched what was happening beneath him. His mouth watered when Damian exposed his neck. The alpha held on with the last of his strength, resisting the urge to kiss the omega, to tear his clothes off in one swift motion.
"Johnny…" Damian whispered sweetly, half-opening his venom-green eyes.
Jon barely swallowed his saliva to keep it from running down his chin. Damian had lost the last shreds of reason and began frantically caressing his own body. Instinctively, he spread his legs, making Jon's ears ring. Blood surged; he felt the tightness in his pants. Wayne ran one palm over his neck, then down his chest, lower and lower, until his fingers rested on his groin.
He began unbuttoning his shirt. For a second, the alpha entered a trance, savoring it. Such a beautiful, hot boy, lying beneath him. He could watch his movements for hours. Jonathan wanted to touch him himself, help with the shirt, fully enjoy this gorgeous omega.
"No…" Jon growled, abruptly pulling the omega's hands away from his nearly unbuttoned shirt. He held them above Wayne's head. Damian threw his head back again, adding an arch in his lower back. This young body wanted more. Wayne clenched his fists, opened his mouth, and breathed heavily from the returning pain. Jon growled, turning away from Damian's face.
"Dick…" Damian suddenly forced out, still writhing beneath Jon, now trying to hook his legs around him.
Jon's eyes flew open. Involuntarily, he pressed the omega harder into the bed. Damian gasped.
"Why do you need him?!" The alpha tried to speak calmly, but an internal growl escaped. "He's an alpha, just like me!" he growled. "What can he do that I can't?!" Jon leaned down to Damian's face.
"C-Call him… He. K-knows… what to do…" he gasped.
Jon came to his senses and relaxed his grip, stopping pressing into the omega.
"In the back…"
Jon awkwardly felt along the boy's buttock, finding nothing.
"Other one…"
Kent found the phone. Finding the contact name "Grayson," Jon dialed.
A gentle male voice answered. The man seemed to have been dozing — he sounded quite tired.
"Call Jay to pick you up, Baby Bat…" Dick said sleepily.
"Damian's in heat…" The alpha blurted in one breath. Silence on the other end.
"…GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Jon actually jumped from the shock.
"He's suffering…"
"Are there suppressants?" The sleep had vanished from his voice.
"No."
"Where are you?"
"At home… My place…"
"Look for suppressants in your mom's stuff! Or something similar… What are you, a child?!" Richard was already panicking.
"My mother's an alpha…"
"Fuck…" he drawled. "Run him a bath and put him in it…"
"Okay…"
"Don't touch his clothes! Put him in warm water and leave! Once the first wave—"
"What wave?! There's an entire ocean coming out of him — someone drugged him and triggered the heat…" Jon's voice trembled. "I don't know what to do… He…" Jon watched Damian's eyes close. "He fell asleep…" He could hear his steady heartbeat; his breathing had normalized. The boy carefully released his hands.
"Stay away from him, understand?" Dick snarled again. He was infuriated that some unknown alpha had taken Damian to his house. And God forbid he took advantage of his condition. "Surround him with pillows, blankets — anything soft you can find in the house, understand?" Grayson repeated, nearly growling into the phone. "When he wakes up, give him water and call me…"
"Yes…" Jon replied shortly.
"And if I see any mark on him from you—"
"He's safe…"
"I'll check."
The call ended. Richard hung up.
Jon lowered the phone, watching Damian turn onto his side, hugging himself, curling into a ball. He watched this cute, cozy Damian for another minute — wanting to hug him, lie down beside him, embrace him. But the scent of heat and the tightness in his jeans ruined the aesthetic. Jon got up from the bed and went to gather everything Grayson had asked for from around the house.
Kent was about to leave when Wayne half-opened his eyes and began pushing everything the alpha had brought onto the floor — then followed them down himself.
"Damian…" Jon was afraid to approach. He watched from a distance as the omega sleepily spread the blanket and built a fortress of pillows around himself. Finished nesting, he lay down, curled into a ball, and fell asleep again.
The alpha didn't disturb him. He left the room.
"Good thing my parents are away on business…" Jon smiled in relief, pushing wet strands of hair from his face. He urgently needed a shower — and not just any shower.