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“Do you have the anatomy of a spider?” Damian asked, appearing from nowhere in front of Peter. It was a miracle he didn’t spill any of his coffee on the kid.
“Uhm.” Peter paused, biting his lips together with confused, narrowed eyes. “Define what you mean by that?” He had silk glands, and small pinpricks on his hands and feet that could latch onto practically anything… But Damian already knew about those things. He was all over Peter when his identity was revealed to the family.
“Do you have the sexual anatomy of a spider? If so, I want to see it.” Damian crossed his arms, tilting his head as if Peter was the insane one in this situation.
Glad not to have taken a swig of his coffee— and he would surely have spat it out by this point— Peter just coughed quickly into his arm to avoid the flush now dotting along his face. “Christ, you can’t just ask someone that!”
“Well how else would I ask? I can’t go to Todd yet, I need your permission first.”
“You expected me to say yes? And Jason to say yes?” Peter gawked, trying to find any sort of amusement in Damians gaze, any hopes of this being some kind of elaborate jest or prank pulled by the other Bats. That has happened before, but never with Damian as a direct accomplice.
“Jason would do anything you wanted to do, if you said yes so would he.” Damian sniffed, turning his gaze away to study the wall next to him as if it suddenly became interesting. It was becoming obvious how quickly Damians confidence was waning, his control over the conversation slipping. “It’s simply the principle of the matter, asking him next. He can watch if he so wished, to make sure nothing venereal happens.”
Peter didn’t know that word, but he could assume. Honestly, he was kind of curious himself. Half on what Damian would do and half on what Jason would think. Damian was right, if Peter wanted to do something Jason would follow along without missing a beat— within reason, though! This seemed outside of… reasonable reasoning. Despite that, like an idiot, Peter said yes.
He remembered to bring up the deal to Jason later, hoping to talk to him about it first before Damian could show up. “Did Damian ask you about the thing yet?”
Jason didn’t look up from his book on the couch, but Peter could tell by the way his finger twitched instead of turning the page that he was listening, paying attention in his own way. He took a second to respond, as if wracking through his memories of earlier today to as far as last month with Damian.
“No, what’s the thing?” He closed his book gently, setting it on the coffee table in front of him as Peter lifted himself by the hands while cross legged to face Jason properly.
“He wants to see… What I look like. With my weird spider biology stuff. I said yes, but he also wanted to check in with you. I’m beating him to it.”
Another beat. Jason leaned back against the couch once more, blinking slowly at Peter. “Define what the hell you mean by that?”
“He wants to see my spider dick.”
Oh, cool. Okay.
“And you said yes!?”
“I mean I’m kinda curious too-“
“You see your own dick every fucking day.”
“Technically not…”
“What.”
Peter smiled nervously at that, scrunching his shoulders up self consciously. “It’s more like… a slit? So it only comes out when I’m actually, y’know, into something. I don’t really explore that much anyways. I really only checked it out when I first got it. That was over 6 years ago.”
Jason quirked a brow, resting an arm on the back of the couch as he assessed Peters response. “Do you not touch yourself?”
Peter shrunk even further, biting his lip as he shook his head. “Never really had the time back then- or now. Sometimes in the shower maybe but my own dick is kind of a turn off sometimes, I don’t like looking at it when it’s out. It was kind of like Gods cruel way of giving me a dick but then making it look like.. a tentacle thing.”
“… Well now I wanna see it. I’ll,” Jason paused, swallowed, “I’ll let Damian and you do your thing, can I tag along?”
Peter nodded with a smile, mentioning softly about how Damian already talked about how he was fine with that. So, a little groupchat called ‘spider dick :p’ was made on Peters phone, and he added Jason and Damian and named a time and place. Jasons apartment was best, the Bats rarely show up unannounced anymore after Peter moved in. The group chat barely had anything else in it aside from discussions of a safeword incase the situation got too uncomfortable.
It didn’t take very long for the date to arrive.
“It’s soft, pliable…” Damian murmured, twirling his finger around the tip of the purple tentacle and watching with fascination as it curled around the boys finger to hold it still. Throwing a glance at Peter, it was clear he was in zero control of the tendrils actions, one eye squinted open as he whined against the arms of Jasons hoodie. Jason himself was seated behind Peter on the bed— who was leaning against him for support— while Damian sat crisscrossed between Peters bent and spread legs. “Is it more sensitive at the tip?” Damian asked, half to himself as he wrapped a hand around the tip and slowly moved it down to the base, squeezing gently. “Or at the base? I presume the tip, though your anatomy seems to be drastically different from any known Earth species. This isn’t a spiders penis.”
Peter just let out an exhausted whimper, head falling back against Jasons shoulder as his boyfriend whispered soft praises and reassurances. “That’s it, Pete. It’s alright. C’mon, answer his question.”
“The- The tip is more sensitive.” Peter bit out, voice cutting off with a gasp as Damian immediately returned to the tip of the tendril, allowing it to wrap around his finger once more. With his free hand, he continued stroking the length of it, squeezing softly once and awhile to get a feel for it. It was slimy, coated with a sheen of juices. Probably Peters version of vaginal transudate. Damian thought to himself.
“It’s pretty.” Damian said quietly, voice amazingly soft. He seemed transfixed, focused entirely on Peters anatomy rather than how he and Jason were actually reacting at the moment. No safeword was called, so Damian was content with ignoring them. The boy shuffled back, readjusting so he could lean down and take the tendril into his mouth.
Peter bucked up at the sensation almost instantly, letting out a harsh curse as Jason grappled to keep him still again. “S’okay, you’re okay Pete. Doin’ so well, feels good, right?”
Peter nodded with a muffled ‘uh-huh,’ voice wavered and hoarse. “Feels- never felt somethin’ like that before.”
Damian glanced up at Peter, blinking slowly at him before turning back to the task at hand. He just wanted to taste it, and it was of course a little sour, salty. A mix of different things that Damian didn’t really care about, it tasted just like a dick which was interesting considering the tendril wasn’t made out of the same skin as a humans and seemed to secrete something other than sweat. He wondered if Peters cum tasted the same too, or if he even came the same way humans did.
Well, it wouldn’t be hard to find out. Damian continued down further, pressing his tongue in rhythmic motions against the underside of Peters cock. The tendril was almost curious as it explored the inside of Damians wet mouth, pressing against the cushiony walls of his cheeks before finally going further. Damian gagged as it pressed insistently down into his throat, rubbing against his tongue and throat with renewed vigour at the feeling.
Peter himself was a mess, shaking his head side to side as he struggled to keep his composure. It was too much, all at once. He could feel Damians saliva dripping down his shaft, so warm and wet and fuck.
“Too much- feels- holy shit, Jason, Jason please.”
“Shh, you’re doing great. You’re doing so well, Peter.” Jason whispered, leaning his head down to properly murmur into Peters ear. “Such a good boy, doing so well for me, for Damian.”
Damian glanced up again at that, finally noticing how hard Jason was looking at him as he spoke. Now Damian wasn’t quite sure if it was just Peter Jason was talking too as he slowly slid his mouth down to the base, tongue licking at the bottom portion of the slit. Rather than try to decipher Jasons gaze, he instead continued to focus on Peter, fingers moving to press against his slit alongside Damians tongue.
That had Peter jolting, leg kicking out and nearly hitting Damians shoulder. Such a strong reaction had Damian smug, pressing a finger deeper inside his slit to explore more— albeit with more caution incase it begins to hurt, though with how Peter was now moaning like a fucking pornstar that didn’t seem to be the case. Not to mention the fact how incredibly wet the slit was. Damian couldn’t see it from where he was at, but he could sure as hell taste and feel the amount of fluids dripping from Peters slit and tip.
This new discovery had Damian finally sliding his mouth off of the tendril with a drawn out shhlcking noise, which Jason cursed softly at. Damian ignored him as always, and moved to lick and kiss at Peters slit alongside his finger. It was practically sucking Damians digit in, and that had the boy a little giddy. He wondered if Jason ever fucked him there. Deep and wet.
Damian was just about to start wondering about Peter even being able to come before Peter interrupted his thoughts. “Wait- wait stop I’m-“
Damian didn’t stop, instead moving and pressing a small kiss to the tip of Peters tendril.
Then it was like a string snapped, and Peter suddenly tensed like a bow strung taut, hips lifting up and pressing insistently against the boys fingers. Damian was quick to seal the tip of the tendril with his mouth, and he hummed in satisfaction as he drank down the long spurts of cum. It tasted salty, just like Damian presumed before, with a sour bitterness accompanying it. Damian didn’t mind.
Peters jaw was slack, eyes shut tight and brow furrowed beautifully as he whined through his orgasm, all the while being gently praised by Jason. “There we go, fuck you look so pretty. Did such a good job for us, sweet thing.”
Peter just shuddered pleasantly at his words, fists clenching and unclenching against the fabric of the sheets. Damian noted that some of the sheet seems to have ripped from how hard Peter was tearing at it.
Damian pulled away to sit on his heels with another hum, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “I’m finished, if you wish for me to leave now I am content with going.” That wasn’t fully true, he was soaking wet in his briefs and wanted to relieve that ache with the twos help, but he wasn’t going to ask such a thing out loud.
Peter seemed a bit too out of it anyways, and Damian watched with fascination as the tendril began to slowly move back into his slit, leaving behind a growing line of juices around the base as the slit squeezed it. Damian really wanted his fingers back in there.
Jason, however, was fully lucid and was looking at Damian thoughtfully as he manhandled Peter into a more proper cuddling position, holding him close chest to chest and allowing Peter to wrap his arms around him. “You don’t have a ride back to the manor, do you? You can stay with us for a bit and I can drive you back later.”
Peter turned his head, cheek squished against Jasons chest as he peeked a glance at Damian. “Stay, we barely get to hang out outside of patrol anyways.” He said this with a lift his hand, making a grabby motion for Damian to get closer.
Once Damian was close enough Peter dragged the boy on top of Jason so both could properly lay on the eldest as a pillow. Damian sputtered in embarrassment at the treatment, moving to get up and off of Jasons chest while the man laughed, but Peter was having none of it, keeping the boy down. “Shh, stay and cuddle. This is like, the best part of sex.”
Damian blinked dumbly at Peter, finally relenting and letting himself rest against Jason.