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Jason whimpers so loudly when Dick bites his bottom lip that it startles them both, and Dick pulls back with a sudden burst of clarity.
“Jay, tell me this isn’t your first—?”
With a huff and a scowl Jason cuts him off. “You fucking wish, dickhead.”
Dick pouts and headbutts him softly, apologetically. He hadn’t meant to be patronizing, in fact it had been the same breathless tone that he’d just been gasping Jason’s name in.
“I meant— with a guy,” he croaks awkwardly. Jason’s cheeks are ruddy and his pupils are huge and dark, which sort of negates the effect of his glowering, but Dick feels a little foolish nonetheless. He knows Jason isn’t completely inexperienced; he’s had at least two mega hot girlfriends and he has also spent a lot of time with Roy Harper and Kori, and also both of them at the same time, which most people don’t survive with their innocence intact… but Dick can’t assume. His little brother has this funny sort of eternal awkwardness to him that, despite being the most devastatingly enticing creature for a thousand square miles, makes Dick feel like he should be delicate.
“No,” Jason mutters, yanking Dick back in with a force that is certainly not delicate. Dick goes easy, but his mind is still spinning as Jason licks into his mouth again, mumbling in between sloppy kisses. “Just been a while. In general.”
Jason’s tone makes him think it might have been a loaded question and he’s unreasonably curious. He doesn’t press further, too busy being kissed, and kissing, and shoving his hands under Jason’s shirt to find scars with his fingertips.
Dick can’t help but wonder, though. Who were the others? How long has it been? Who else has had a shot at blowing Jason’s mind? It’s stupid, he knows, but he wants an idea of what he’s up against… of how easily he might be able to blow Jason’s mind.
It’s stupid. He’s being stupid. He sort of wants to be the best Jason’s ever had.
He wants to ruin Jason for everyone else, wants to be the only person who knows every pretty sound Jason can make, who knows him by heart… maybe Dick wants to be the only person Jason wants now, forever. Is that so bad?
A rather dramatic jerk of Jason’s hips is followed with a soft broken moan, and Dick realizes he’s digging his fingers in a little too hard.
“Bed,” he mumbles, grabbing two handfuls of Jason’s shirt and yanking him away from the wall. Humming his agreement, then growling softly when Dick attempts to stop kissing him to walk, Jason spins them so that he’s moving backwards, yanking Dick by the collar and leading them down the hallway. Dick has to sort of stumble forward on his tiptoes to keep the contact; it’s messy and stupid and it sort of hurts his neck but he truly couldn’t care less, because Jason is kissing him and doesn’t want to stop.
The door to Dick’s room is slightly ajar and it bangs open loudly when Jason’s back hits it. Dick yelps and Jason cackles and shushes him, taking his face in both hands and kicking the door shut again behind them. Dick grins into the kiss, herding Jason towards the bed with singular intent.
The backs of Jason’s knees hit the edge of the mattress and he goes down like a sack of potatoes. The sound of his breath leaving his lungs in a soft oomph has Dick squeezing his thighs together restlessly. This is happening.
“Jesus, Dickie, I knew you were a little sex monster but this is fucking crazy,” Jason pants, flashing a dopey crooked grin. Dick, clearly forgiven, wastes not another second before climbing on top of him.
“Are you saying not everyone acts like this when you kiss them like that? You’re fucking decadent, little wing.”
He punctuates his sentence with a tug at Jason’s hair and, forgetting himself for a moment, reaches between them to roughly palm Jason’s cock through his pants.
Immediately Jay’s eyes glaze and his mouth falls open in such a way, as though his first instinct is to stick out his tongue— not petulantly, mind you, but lolling it out, presenting it, Christ— but he catches himself. He shoves his hips up into the touch and moans, and Dick bites his own lip so hard he tastes blood.
“I— look, it— it’s just been a while.”
Dick curses under his breath; he wants to kiss more, but watching Jason has suddenly become the top priority, the way his eyes roll under his lids and his lashes flutter, his throat bobs and he tenses those wide shoulders as Dick squeezes the length under his hand, rubbing at it with his thumb until he finds the head. Jason’s mouth drops further open and he moans again, and it feels dirty, how Dick is getting off on just how vulnerable Jason is letting himself be.
“How long?”
Jason’s cheeks are pink as he twists and reaches up to grab a pillow. “Nosy bastard. A while. A few years,” he mumbles.
“Years??”
Instead of being pleased Dick finds himself feeling actually rather offended at the idea that no one has been touching his beautiful baby brother for years. “That is ridiculous.”
Partly for emphasis but mostly because he wants to, he reaches up to brush his thumb over Jason’s scarred brow, tracing down to his cheekbone. He ignores Jason’s squirming as he decides that his point could use even more justification. “There should be a line out the door for you, hot stuff.”
This is the last straw apparently, and instead of putting it under his head Jason shoves the pillow over his face with a groan, hiding his blush.
Dick snorts and pushes hard on the pillow with both hands like he’s trying for a silent assassination until Jason yanks it away to catch his breath, scowling.
Dick grins, tongue between his teeth. “Are you always this shy when your brother and bestest lifelong friend tries to fuck you? I wanna see your pretty face, Jay.”
Jason makes a hiccupy sound as Dick touches his cock again, stroking him with just one finger and a thumb. “Shut up, y’re not my best friend,” Jason mumbles, abandoning the pillow to hide behind his big hands instead.
“Oh, am I not? I’m hurt,” Dick coos, leaning down and nosing under Jason’s chin, kissing over his throat.
Jason huffs and rolls his hips up. “Plenty of people want to fuck me, I’ll have you know. I’m just discerning.”
“Oh yeah? Is discerning code for having buttloads of trauma?”
“Fuck you. Pot, kettle.”
Dick snickers as he worries a dark mark under Jason’s jaw with his teeth. “I deal with my trauma by fucking a lot of people, thank you very much.”
“Uh-huh. I hope this encounter helps you grow.”
“Mmm, it sure seems to be helping you grow,” Dick giggles as he wraps his hand fully around Jason, squeezing.
“My God, what will it take?” Jason groans, lunging up to grab Dick’s shoulders and flip them, pressing him to the bed to kiss him hard again, a fierce claiming thing. Dick laughs breathlessly into it, squirming and arching up to press their hips together— it’s good, so fucking good, to be pinned under Jason’s weight like this. He’s not planning on being down here for very long because he has plans, but. The filthy thought of next time has him throbbing wet, gasping far too desperately for someone still just being kissed.
That is, until Dick catches Jason grinding against his thigh. The feeling sends a shiver of arousal through him and he grins, bending his knee. Predictably Jason shudders, dropping his chin with a startled moan and Dick takes advantage of the moment to smoothly flip them back over. In a half second he’s straddling Jason’s thighs and shoving his shoulders down into the bed.
“Tell me about the last time, hmm?” He coos, sliding his hands down Jason’s chest as it rapidly rises and falls. “I’m curious.”
Jason blinks the dazed look out of his eyes and rolls them, a little smirk ghosting over his lips. “Get in my pants and I might.”
Dick scoffs, and has the belt and button undone in a second flat. He grabs Jason’s wrist to stop his hand from edging up to cover his face, kissing the palm of it as he shoves his other hand into Jason’s briefs.
The hot sticky skin is soft; he drags his fingernails gently through the curls at the base and then wraps his hand around it and Jason groans low and long, tipping his head back. When he speaks it's stilted, his breath catching every time Dick moves his fingers.
“Ah, it was— with Kory.”
Dick looks up, sliding his thumb over the head and Jason arches his back.
“No shit?”
“Nn,, stop teasing, yes. As long ago as you think. She let me fuck her, it was… it was good.”
Dick hums. “Roy wasn’t there?”
Jason spreads his legs wider, sucking in a soft breath before letting it out. “Not the last time, no.”
Dick bites his lip. “Sorry if I made you bring up a sore subject.”
Jason shakes his head and mirrors him thoughtlessly. “Nah. We didn’t really have a thing, we’re still good. It’s probably more sore for you.”
He raises an eyebrow and Dick huffs a soft laugh. “If anything I wish I had been there,” he muses. “But I thought you three did have a thing?”
Jason actually flushes at the suggestion, which is remarkable. “No. She and I only, a few times, uh,” Jason sucks in another sharp breath, obviously fighting to keep his head in the conversation. “The thing was mostly with Roy. And then they had their thing. You know.”
It’s Dick’s turn to raise an eyebrow, teasingly. The mood has shifted enough that Jason doesn’t protest when he switches gears to crawl back up and drape himself over Jason’s chest. “Wow, look at you, what a swinger.” He teases, reaching up to tug at his fringe.
Jason smacks his hip gently. “Shut up. I’ve had one single threesome.”
“We ought to fix that,” Dick says, just to see Jason flush again. He tilts his head curiously. “I’m surprised you and Kory didn’t have more of a thing.”
Jason snorts and shakes his head. “She’s too good for me, man. We didn’t really vibe like that. Obviously it was good, but, y’know. The two of them are kind of fucking insane when they’re together. Not like the two of you were, but. It was too intense for me.”
He narrows his eyes at Dick thoughtfully. “What, not happy to hear it wasn’t more?”
Dick ponders that, because for some weird reason that is sort of how he feels, yeah. But maybe it’s just that he’s still in love, a bit. He shrugs, smiling to himself. “I just couldn’t keep my hands off her, personally. Can’t imagine not vibing.”
Just like I can’t keep my hands off you, he doesn’t say.
The look Jason gives him is mysterious. “Yeah, well. You were in love.”
Dick looks back for a long, stomach-fluttering moment. Then he hums and dips to kiss over flushed cheeks and down to that handsome jaw, before biting his earlobe. Jason moans softly and shifts, arching and sliding their hips together. His hands linger at Dick’s waist, fingers curling into the dimples of his lower back. Dick almost shivers, the touch stirring up more restless arousal in his gut, a fizzy pleasure that seeps into his limbs and makes his heart thump.
Dick hums again. “Kinda jealous, honestly.”
Jason rolls his hips up harder at that. “Mm, you want me to fuck you?”
A bright flash of anticipation throbs at Dick’s core as he chuckles breathlessly. “I meant jealous of you, but yes.”
He reaches down to squeeze Jason’s cock hard again and Jason whimpers, tossing his head back. “Very soon, in fact.”
Jason groans and rolls his hips up, fucking into Dick’s hand. Dick sucks a hickey under his ear. “So why nothing since? You’ve brought at least two pretty girls to the cave just this year. I know Rose Wilson wants your ass.”
“You’re an ass,” Jason breathes. “Rose…we almost, a few times. ‘S just that nothing has hit right, okay? You know it takes a lot for me to… open up.”
“Oh, like you’re opening up for me?” Dick murmurs, coming back up to kiss him. Groaning very softly, Jason wraps his arms around Dick’s neck.
“Yeah, Dick. Fuckin’ obviously.”
They kiss for a long time, then. Dick can’t get enough. At a point he gets distracted from Jason’s cock again, too busy feeling out the shape of him, rucking up his shirt to pet over his ribs and squeeze at his soft hips and plush thighs, obsessed with the way he shivers and his breath catches as Dick’s fingers find more of his scars.
If Jason minds the detour he doesn’t complain, appearing to be just as pleased with being touched and touching Dick in return, grinding up against his hip sometimes. And God his hands feel good, big and warm and calloused, gentle, which seems crazy considering how Dick has personally experienced the damage they can do. It makes him feel crazy, when he thinks about it, in a way that is definitely not very normal, but what even is normal at this point?
Every so often Jason’s hands slow to a stop, seemingly in order to devote his full attention to mapping out Dick’s teeth with his tongue. He’s not immune to Dick’s ass either, not that anyone is. Or maybe it’s that Dick moans and shoves back into any sort of grip, or maybe it’s both. Needless to say, Dick is so wet he can feel his clothes sticking to him as they rut against each other like teenagers. Which, fuck, is so hot, but Dick isn’t about to let all that wet go to waste.
“Mm, can this come off?” Dick breathes at a point, tugging at Jason’s shirt. Jason looks at him like he’s speaking another language for a second, as though he can’t possibly be expected to think moments after having Dick’s tongue in his mouth. Then he shakes his head slightly and nods.
“Yeah, yeah, can you— fuck, ow,” he curses flatly as he goes to sit up and peel off his shirt at the same time, succeeding at catching his earring on the collar. Dick snickers and sits up too, settling back on his heels to avoid the moving elbows. Jason’s hair flops into his face once he frees himself and he looks at Dick expectantly.
“Are you gonna get naked, or…?”
Dick grins. “Can we both?”
Jason nods eagerly, which is something Dick would love to see a million more times, and busies himself with shoving off his pants. Dick pops the button on his own jeans but procrastinates, watching more of Jason’s skin come into view. He’s seen Jason naked like, a billion times, but he generally doesn’t stare. This time though, he indulges a bit of I-spy. In the limited amount of time before Jason catches him and gets embarrassed he finds several scars that he recognizes: rebar through the middle of his thigh when he was 14, acid burn on his hip from last year, pale splotch that looks like a daisy on the meat of his calf from that time he broke his leg jumping in front of an armored car to push Damian out of the way.
“Hey, Jay?” He says, and Jason looks up instantly, like Haley does when someone whistles.
“Why are you still clothed?” Jason complains, shifting onto his knees so he can reach out and grab at Dick’s shirt himself. Dick catches his face and drags him in, kissing him soundly just once, a long and lingering thing.
When he pulls back Jason stares at him, clearly picking up on Dick’s little mood shift. “What was that for?”
“I love you, that’s all.” Dick says, very seriously.
Jason stares for another second, and his mouth twitches, and he blinks again, slowly. “Yeah, I– I love you too, Dickie,” he drawls, eyes darting away like he’s shy about it. Then he clears his throat and reaches down to grab Dick’s ass and squeeze, pulling him in so that the front of his jeans rub against Jason’s bare cock. “Now take off your fucking pants.”
“So impatient,” Dick teases, laughing when Jason growls and shoves his hands under Dick’s shirt, pinching his hips meanly before grabbing it and yanking it up.
“You are a horrible twerp,” he mutters as Dick helpfully lifts his arms, allowing the shirt to be pulled over his head. Jason tosses it and promptly moves on to his jeans, shoving his hands in the back of them to grope a little before pushing them down around Dick’s thighs with his briefs.
“Christ,” he whispers, looking down between them. His fingertips drift over Dick’s thigh, slowing as he gets higher like he’s hesitant to touch. Dick takes over shedding his pants, and when he falls back onto his ass to pull them off Jason pouts.
Dick flashes him a grin as he tosses the offending garment and then lets his knees fall apart shamelessly. “Sorry, were you looking for this?”
Jason’s hands twitch at his side as his eyes drop to Dick’s cunt, and he sucks in an audible breath. “Wow,” he breathes, dragging his eyes up to Dick’s face. “Yeah, where did you find it?”
Laughing, Dick rolls forward and crawls back into Jason’s space, reaching up to push at his chest and crowding him backwards until he’s sat against the headboard.
“I was considering eating that,” Jason complains, settling obediently where Dick puts him. Dick’s eyes drop to his mouth, his cock throbbing a little at the image of Jason’s head between his thighs.
“Mm, I bet you’re good at that,” he hums, petting over Jason’s pecs just because they’re there and they are magnificent and he can. “But you were too slow. Maybe in a little while.”
Jason squirms and reaches out to grab Dick’s waist, tugging at him. “Alright squad leader, what’s the plan then?”
“The plan,” Dick starts, leaning close enough to kiss him but doesn’t close the gap, sliding his flat palm down over Jason’s stomach slowly until it bumps against the head of his cock. “Is to get your perfect cock inside me, and ride it until one of us comes. Does that work for you?”
Jason sucks in a breath and shivers as Dick’s words hit him, his head falling back as his eyelids flutter and he lets the breath out in a shameless little moan. He’s pushing up into Dick’s touch almost uncontrollably, it’s so fucking pretty.
Pleased, his own stomach doing little flips, Dick smiles and brushes their noses together. Teasingly he rubs his thumb against the tip of Jason’s cock, spreading the wet around enough to be able to wrap his fingers around the length of it and stroke without too much unpleasant friction. Jason gasps and Dick catches it, kissing him as filthy as he can manage, fucking his tongue into Jason’s mouth.
The hand at Dick’s waist slides up to press urgently at his lower back, Jason clearly trying to pull him closer but he’s not using his full strength, because if he wanted Dick in his lap he could have him there in a moment. But no; he’s being submissive, letting Dick make every move.
Which is more than a little surprising but awfully good, and Dick plans on rewarding him very nicely for it. He’s also definitely going to ask Jason to be a little more rough with him next time— he’s itching to be pushed around by those strong arms.
Next time. For now he’s focusing on turning Jason into jello underneath him, biting his lips hard and teasing with his fingers. Until, to his surprise, Jason pulls back, breathing hard.
“Now? Please,” he asks, sincere but also very firm in a way that makes Dick feel hot and wiggly. The hand is back at Dick’s waist, gripping tightly.
Dick smooths over Jason’s forehead and pets his cheek, pleased when his eyes flutter shut as he tips his face into the touch. “Oh, you ask so nicely. You’re being so good, where is this sweet boy all the time, huh?” Dick coos.
Jason grunts, blinking his eyes open warily. It’s clear he is torn between internalizing the praise or bitching back, and as delightful as that is Dick recognizes it as the line he probably shouldn’t cross. Jason is trusting him immensely right now, letting Dick in. In other words… showing his belly so that Dick can make him feel good, not neg him like a big brother. The last thing he wants is to raise Jason’s hackles; he’s fairly certain it would do more harm than simply losing him the privilege of the upper hand.
Quickly he works to ease the furrow in Jason’s brow, leaning in to kiss over his cheeks, still petting at his temples. “So sweet for me, I love you so, so much,” he murmurs. “Do you know? How much I love you, little wing? How bad I want you?”
Sliding his fingers slowly into Jason’s hair, he pulls hard all at once, yanking Jason’s head back and leaning just out of reach, still close enough that Jason’s ragged exhale is a burst of warmth against his mouth. He drops his voice to a purr and feels Jason go loose again, putty in his hands. “Gonna show you how fucking perfect I think you are, Jay; gonna fuck you so good.”
When he throws a leg over Jason’s lap, still talking, he knows he has succeeded as Jason gazes up at him with a slack jaw and hooded eyes. Dick feels just as lost as Jason looks, as he trails off and kisses him again— he can’t stop kissing him. They brush against each other as Dick moves, velvet-sticky cock against the inside of Dick’s thigh and Jason’s breath catches in his throat, his eyelashes fluttering against Dick’s cheeks. Fuck.
“Let me do the work for a minute, hm?” Dick murmurs, loosening his hold on Jason’s hair to pet over his head. His bottom lip sticks out in a petulant frown and Dick tugs gently again, just once. Jason’s eyes fall shut and the pout melts as fast as it had appeared.
“Just for a little bit, baby, let me?”
Dick didn’t need to slip the nickname in there to get his way but Jason’s hips jerk when he says it, and he nods. “Then ‘m gonna fuckin wreck you though,” he mutters.
“Right,” Dick says with a grin as Jason blinks at him. “Yes.”
Jason squints threateningly. It’s never been less threatening.
When he sinks down Jason’s jaw drops and he moans, high and shaky like he’s the one taking a cock and it’s so much, the way Jason is like this, a different boy when Dick is touching him. No gruff sarcasm or cocky attitude to be seen; he’s coming apart and Dick is a bit worried they’ve done something earth-shattering here.
But he is also so wet and so in love that he can barely think, and Jason feels sooo fucking good inside him, thick enough to ache a little, curved just right. He’s twitching with every move Dick makes. When Dick picks his hips up and languidly drops them down again, Jason’s hands fly up to hover at his waist.
“You can touch baby, please do,” Dick hums as he drapes his arms over Jason’s shoulders, rolling his hips again, getting into a rhythm; the drag out feels almost as good as the push back in. Jason’s hands drop and pet over his thighs, squeezing. He’s watching Dick through his eyelashes, lips parted like he’s in disbelief, his breath ragged.
“You feel so good, Jay,” Dick breathes. He can feel the way Jason is struggling to hold still underneath him and it makes him throb. “Good boy, letting me fuck myself. Does it feel good, hmm?”
Jason’s tongue darts out to wet his lips and he shakes his head like he’s trying to shake himself awake. “You sound like a fuckin’ porno.” He mutters, face so red like he’s embarrassed but he doesn’t take his eyes off Dick for a moment.
Dick bites his lip through a smile, a little abashed. “Sorry, I can get a little carried away. You don’t think it’s sexy?”
“I— ah,” Jason’s breath hitches as Dick moves his hips in a little circle. “It’s— I don’t know, yeah, everything you do is fucking sexy.”
Humming, Dick drags his hands down over Jason’s chest and then puts them behind himself, propping himself on Jason’s thighs and arching backwards. “So does it feel good, Jay?” He prompts again, a little wickedly.
Jason’s eyes are burning as they follow his movement, lingering on his rolling hips, where he can surely see himself disappearing inside Dick over, and over. His fingers dig into Dick’s thighs but he still does not push up into him, even as he grits his teeth. “Jesus, Dick. Yeah, it feels good; so fucking good, you’re fuckin’— ngghh c’mon, let me fuck you, fuck.”
“Yeah, okay, come on, f—ffffuck me— ah!,” Dick gives up on his sentence as Jason’s grip on him tightens even further and he thrusts up sharply, and just keeps thrusting, not obscenely fast but quick and hard, fuck, showing off the power in his thighs. Dick finds his elbows going weak and Jason catches him at the waist, holding him upright as he sags under the sudden overwhelming swell of pleasure.
“Fall this way, gorgeous,” Jason gasps, tugging at Dick so that he leans forward instead, managing to catch himself with a hand on Jason’s chest.
“Mmm fuck, feel so good, Jay,” he mumbles, rolling his hips again, though he really doesn’t have to.
“Yeah, Dickie, yeah,” Jason breathes, clearly just as affected as Dick is; his hands are trembling as they pet over Dick’s sides. “Fuck,” he whines. “Dick, I—“
Remembering that he’s in charge right now, Dick gathers some of his wits back, though it’s somewhat difficult with the fat cock dragging against every sweet spot inside him at once. “You’re perfect,” he drawls, reaching up to hold Jason’s face, dragging a thumb over his cheek. “Keep fucking me, hh, jus’— just like that.”
With another breathless whine, Jason wraps his arms around Dick’s middle and pulls him flush against him, using the leverage to fuck up into Dick even faster.
Dick chokes on his gasp, throwing his arms around Jason’s neck and just holding on for a little while, letting ridiculous hitching moans escape his throat with every thrust.
“Don’t you dare come until I do, Jason,” he mutters eventually, sliding his fingers into Jason’s hair. Jason growls softly, shoving his face up against Dick’s throat like he has been— they’re going to be covered in bruises tomorrow, God help them. Dick tugs on the curls in his hand sharply.
“I know you’re desperate, baby, hah— you wanna come soon don’t you??”
“Mm, mmhmm,” Jason hums against his jaw, he sounds barely conscious, he’s holding onto Dick like he’s the only thing keeping them afloat at sea.
“I know you can go a little longer, sweet boy,” Dick breathes. “You could go for hours if I asked you to, couldn’t you? So self controlled, so good.”
He purrs that last part right into Jason’s ear and with his words Jason is wound so tight now that he’s shaking, fingertips digging into Dick’s sides so tightly there will be bruises there, too. He doesn’t say anything in response, just makes an incredible sound, a throaty frustrated whine as his head falls back against the wall behind him.
Dick clicks his tongue and sits up just a bit, enough to reach out and gently slip his hand between the wall and Jason’s skull, cradling it so that it isn’t banging when they roll their hips together.
“Please,” Jason says then, in a different way than before, in a way Dick has never heard, because Jason Todd doesn’t beg. Dick’s stomach flips, a shock of arousal and affection rolling through him. He gasps despite himself as Jason pleads, voice cracking. “Please, please, please.”
“Oh, Jason,” Dick breathes, and reaches between them to slide his fingers over his clit which is all it takes for him to shake over the edge. Jason reaches out and pushes on his forehead with his palm, tipping Dick’s head up and pushing his hair out of his face in the same motion and as Dick meets his eye he realizes Jason is trying to watch his face as he comes.
He’s the prettiest thing Dick has ever seen, hair damp with sweat, lips parted as his breath comes ragged, his chest falling and rising rapidly as he fucks up into Dick like Dick weighs nothing. Mesmerized, Dick lets the moment hang, to the point of overstimulation until his thighs are shaking and he’s whining softly himself. After a particularly violent shudder he taps out, pressing down on his twitching clit for a beat before letting go with a hiss of breath.
Jason slows, stopping for a second but when Dick leans forward his hips jerk like he can’t help it. Dick blinks at him; his head is a bit hazy and he’s feeling a little cum-drunk now, but he’s just had the best idea.
“Enough, Jay,” he says, palm flat on Jason’s chest as he lifts himself off. Jason growls at the loss of him, his hips jerking again. His lashes are so long, and they’re clumped wet as he looks up at Dick desperately.
“Fuck, Dick, no, please,” he pleads. “I wanna come in you, please let me come, this is too mean for real, please.”
“Shhh-sh-sh, I have a better idea,” Dick leans close enough to kiss and reaches between them to take him in hand.
“There is literally no better idea, Dickhead, oooohh fuck, please,”Jason moans, and Dick kisses him hard as he twists his hand, rubbing his palm over the head to feel Jason jerk under him before gripping the base tightly.
“You can come whenever you like once I start,” Dick says, kissing over Jason’s cheek and down his throat, licking over marks he left earlier, savoring the sheen of sweat, lapping at where it has pooled in the dip of his collar. Jason whines and tries to buck into his hand.
“Why does that feel like it has a condition attached?”
Dick laughs, biting into the meat of his chest before closing his mouth over his nipple, dragging his tongue hard over the bud. Jason shudders hard at that, letting out a surprised little sound. Glancing up at him, Dick does it again and his mouth falls open, eyes wild and dark. Hmm.
Pulling off with a pop, Dick reaches up to pinch the other side between two fingers. “The condition is that I’m gonna keep going until I’m done. No one played with your tits before, Jaybird?”
Clearly not enough, because Jason is squirming and panting like he might come any second, even with the circle of Dick’s fingers still tight around the base of his cock.
“Ha, ghhah, please,” is all he manages to say, so Dick shelves this for later use and expedites the rest of his trip down, settling between Jason’s legs. He drags the flat of his tongue up the underside of Jason’s cock slowly and hums, pleased to taste himself there.
“Pull my hair,” he directs, waiting for Jason to obey. Blinking like it takes him a second to process, Jason lifts both his hands to Dick’s face, petting over his temples with his thumbs before pushing his fingers into Dick’s hair and gripping tightly.
“Mmmm, thank you,” Dick murmurs, kitten licking over the base and up the sides, until everything is slippery wet and he can slide his hand easy. Then he closes his mouth over the soft head and sucks gently, pressing with his tongue before sliding down further.
“Jesus fuck, mmhh,” Jason whines. His cock jumps on Dick’s tongue. He’s not going to last another minute. “Oh holy shit, Dick, oh my god.”
Dick eases down until it bumps against his soft palate and works his jaw, bobbing shallowly, fucking the head into the tight entrance of his throat until Jason is making desperate little sounds and rocking his hips gently. Then he swallows him down; it takes a little effort, but a jerky thrust from Jason has his nose pressed firmly into wiry curls. Looking up through his lashes, Dick digs his nails into Jason’s thigh and feels him tense and start to shake.
“I’m— unngh gonna come, ha, fuck—“
He’s so far down Dick’s throat that Dick can’t even taste it, tugging his hair so hard it stings. Dick moans and pulls off to catch the last of it on his tongue, replacing his mouth with a hand. Jason is losing his fucking mind, or so it seems, fucking up into Dick’s fist desperate and haphazard as his cock pulses a few more times. When he finds himself on the other side of his orgasm and realizes that Dick isn’t planning on stopping he gasps sharply and twists.
“Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck, what are you— nghh Dick!”
He shouts, as Dick fists his cock quick and sloppy, spit and come making it oh-so-easy, wet sounds loud and filthy. Dick smiles breathlessly and shoves Jason’s hips down with his free hand, shaking his head out of Jason’s grip and sitting back on his heels. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he says, a little awestruck. Jason is writhing in front of him, his hand flying to his mouth so he can bite at his fist.
“Too much, too much, Dick, you fucking, asshole, hha, ah, ahh fuck!”
Dick doesn’t really want to stop, honestly he could watch Jason like this forever, sweat shining on his skin, muscles tense and straining as he goes nonverbal, breathing quick and panicked through his nose, whining in a way that has Dick throbbing between his thighs.
“You’re being so good,” Dick coos, finally slowing his movements because he doesn’t actually want to get punched, leaning close to nudge Jason’s hand out of the way and kiss him hard.
Jason melts underneath him, relaxing as Dick finally lets him go, petting up his heaving sides and then hugging him tightly. Practically boneless, Jason kisses him back sloppily until he starts to catch his breath and slides his arms around to hold Dick in return.
It’s so good to lay there, letting his heart beat loudly in his ears, still a little out of breath himself from the thorough fucking, Jason still making soft noises in the back of his throat as they kiss. It takes a long while for Dick to move on, mentally, to his next thought and even longer for him to actually pull away from Jason’s mouth and sit up.
Jason pouts just a little bit but doesn’t protest as Dick crawls towards the bedside table. He grabs lube and tosses it to Jason, a little high, leering at the ripple of muscle when Jason snatches it out of the air.
“I’m going to get my water bottle.” Dick says, and Jason wiggles the lube and raises an eyebrow.
“Am I supposed to drink this, then?”
Dick raises an eyebrow back. “Touch yourself for me while I’m gone.”
Jason blinks at him, and his cock twitches. God, it’s a pretty cock, especially like this, still half hard in the crease of his perfect thighs. Dick looks at it pointedly and then back at Jason with a grin before leaving
When he comes back Jason is doing a very lazy job, but he’d used the lube and everything is so wet and lovely. He’s got his head back against the headboard again, lounging with his knees sprawled open in a way that makes Dick feel crazy, watching him through his eyelashes. He’s already breathing quick again, and when Dick walks in and meets his eye he squirms a little bit.
“God. I know you hate to hear it but you’re so goddamn hot, Jay.”
Jason just blinks at him and breathes in sharply. Dick catches the slight change of his movement as he starts fucking up into his fist ever so slightly.
After taking a long swig from the water bottle he climbs onto the bed and into Jason’s lap. The instant he does Jason drops his cock and reaches out to him, which is awfully sweet. Dick tuts at him.
“Here,” he says, reaching out to grab Jason’s chin and tip his head up, which earns him both a glare and a soft moan. When he holds up the bottle Jason opens his mouth and swallows what pours out obediently, mostly successfully save for what Dick spills on purpose, just to see it slide over his throat and between the swell of his pecs.
When the bottle is empty Dick tosses it and licks into Jason’s wet mouth, still holding his chin tightly.
“Can I fuck you?” Dick says after like four entire minutes of kissing and Jason jumps like he’s been pinched.
“Fuck, hhaa, yeah, I-I guess,”
“You guess?”
“Yes, bitch, you can, please,” Jason breathes. “I just haven’t really, with someone else.”
Dick groans. “Seriously? But by yourself? That’s so hot, Jay, you fuck yourself? Fuck.”
Jason huffs. “Shut up. Everyone does that shit.”
Dick scoots backwards until he has the room to sit cross legged between Jason’s thighs. “I want to see.”
Jason gawks at him. “What?”
Dick looks him in the eye. “I want to see how you fuck yourself on your fingers. Show me.”
For a moment Jason just stares at him, like he’s short circuited before blinking rapidly and cursing. Dick reaches out to pet over his thighs with both hands and Jason twitches, his back arching ever so slightly. “C’mon Jaybird, don’t get shy on me now.”
Jason’s mouth twists. “Not shy,” he grunts, shifting, spreading his legs wider, leaning back a little further. Dick’s heart is beating fast with horny excitement, and he squeezes Jason’s thighs encouragingly.
He keeps his eyes on Dick as he reaches down and gives his cock a few lazy tugs before continuing lower. His other hand has found the lube and there’s a little click and then he’s dumping it over his fingers, letting it slide down over his balls and drip all over the bed. Dick is conflicted, eyes flicking to the show between Jason’s legs and then back to his eyes, which don’t leave Dick’s face even for a moment.
“You like it really wet, huh?” Dick comments, because he can’t let silence drag on for any amount of time.
“Like it’s my pussy,” Jason says, so casually and Dick feels like he’s been slapped, a little bit. “What are you gonna fuck me with?”
Blinking, still recovering from the comment, Dick tilts his head. “If you’re trying to distract me from the main attraction it’s not going to work. But I have options. What do you like?”
Jason is sliding two fingers into himself all at once, and his lashes are fluttering and Dick’s mouth is watering.
“Mm, uh… something a little longer than me?”
“Oh, wow. Preferences and everything. I think I’ve got just the thing.”
“Mm… course you do,” Jason mumbles, preoccupied as he tips his head back, brows furrowed.
“What, you don’t? Kinda sounds like you might have a little collection of your own,” Dick flashes his teeth, digging his nails in a little, sparing a lingering glance for the way his fingertips sink into Jason’s thighs. He leans in real close, bumping his nose against Jason’s throat but nothing more, even when Jason swallows thickly and makes a soft whining sound.
“Did you ever fuck yourself with me right down the hall, Jay?”
“Hhaa— Dick,”
Still just nuzzling at his jaw, Dick lets a slow breath out, brushing his mouth against Jason’s ear. “Tried to be quiet so I wouldn’t hear you, stuffing yourself with your fingers, so wet you were messing the sheets, is that right? Fuck, if only I could have seen you then. Pretty, slutty boy,”
“Dick!” Jason gasps and grabs Dick’s shoulder, shoving him back just far enough to look at him. His eyes are wild and dark, it makes Dick so hot his toes want to curl. “I swear to god, you have 90 seconds to get something to fuck me with or I’m giving your filthy mouth something else to do.”
It’s not on purpose that Dick licks his lips and grins, but Jason looks like he’s being taunted so Dick lets it fall into a little pout. He crawls backwards a little, eyes dropping to where Jason’s fingers are still curling into himself, deep now, fuck.
“Okay, bossy,” Dick says breathlessly, lingering just another few moments before he tears his eyes away and turns to sit on the edge of the bed.
Finding what he wants isn't difficult; the toy he’s looking for is sort of his backup go-to, when he needs something good and deep. Hurriedly he snatches it and his harness from the bedside table and stands, fitting it into the ring.
There’s a sharp whistle from behind him as he steps into the strappy thing and shimmies it up over his thighs.
“You look fucking incredible in that,” Jason rumbles as Dick turns around, tugging everything snug. Goosebumps shiver up his arms as he finds Jason sunk further down into the bed, scarred thighs splayed open, looking at Dick like he wants to chew on him.
In an instant Dick is back and crowding back into his brother’s space, breathless as he leans in to kiss him.
“I can’t believe Roy never fucked you, like I’m baffled,” he mutters when he gets between Jason’s legs, petting down his flank and just looking.
Jason squirms. “He asked. But he always likes it so rough, and I wasn’t sure—“
“Oh you’re so full of surprises, little wing,” Dick coos. “I’d have bet anything on you liking it mean and fast and a little bloody.”
Breathing out sharply, Jason’s movement slows to a stop, distracted. “I used to think I did. Maybe I still do, a little bit, I—“ the flush on his cheeks deepens slightly. “I liked that, earlier, when you— “
Dick smiles, pleased as he sits back on his heels. “Well sure, but I was telling you what a good sweet boy you are the whole time.”
Jason’s hips roll up violently and he clears his throat. “Right,” he croaks. “I also kind of want to shove your cheeky face into the mattress and make you scream.”
Rocking back and forth, Dick laughs, delighted. “That’s also not the same thing at all. Do you want me to do that to you?”
Jason goes still as he visibly ponders it, and Dick can see the answer on his face before he speaks.
“Yeah. S’long as you aren’t a bitch about it.” He mutters.
Humming, Dick reaches out to pet over Jason’s thighs. “Mean isn’t really my style.”
Jason raises an eyebrow. “You are mean. You’re being a bastard right now as we speak, waving your cock around and not fucking me.”
Catching his tongue between his teeth, Dick grins. “Is it mean if I’m just making you feel good? I wanna take my tiiime with you Jaybird, it’s not meaaan.”
“Hmph.”
“Curl them harder for me, Jay, hit the spot,” Dick says, flicking his eyes to where Jason’s hand had gone still a minute ago. Jason’s eyelids droop as he processes and then obeys, a ragged groan ripping itself from his throat as his wrist flexes and he fucks into himself up to the last knuckle.
“Christ,” Dick mutters, and he’s suddenly done with teasing, reaching out and sliding his hand over Jason’s as he dips to kiss him. The noise Jason makes as Dick presses a finger in next to his own is the most incredible thing Dick has ever heard in his life. “Oh, wow Jason, fuck, baby, you sound so good, you’re so good.” He babbles, and Jason just moans louder; he’s practically panting now, twisting his hips as he kisses Dick distractedly, all tongue and teeth.
Dick slowly presses the tip of another finger in and Jason jerks his head back, gasping in a breath. “Fuck me, right now, please, now,” he pleads, and Dick’s head is going to actually explode, maybe.
“Yeah,” Dick breathes, feeling a little dazed with how fucking turned on he is, by just how much he wants. He slips his fingers out and clumsily drags his hand over the strap between his legs; he doesn’t really need any more lube, Jason is dripping with it still. “Yeah, okay, I got you— Christ, Jay!”
Dick’s jaw drops as he watches Jason slip his own fingers out of his hole, leaving it gaping ever so slightly before reaching down with his other hand and holding himself open, biting his bottom lip as he watches Dick, eyes dark and hazy with want.
“You, you've wanted this for a while, huh?” Dick breathes, as he forces himself to move forward, lining the head of the toy up with Jason’s pretty hole. “Wanted someone to fuck you like this. But only I get to, huh? You’re such a slut for me.”
He punctuates his sentence by easing inside, not too hard but still a lot at once, over an inch in one press, and it’s impossible to tell if Jason is reacting to his words or to the cock as his back arches beautifully, a moan that sounds almost shocked ripping from his throat as he tosses his head back.
Unable to help himself, Dick practically falls forward, curling down to kiss whatever part of Jason he can reach first, rolling his hips gently to shove in another inch. Jason’s voice cracks on a hha-ah, and he leaves his legs up to Dick to hold open as he reaches up to clutch at him tightly, nails digging into Dick’s shoulders.
“Fuck, yeah, Jay,” Dick hisses, biting at his ribs and then his chest. “Taking me so fucking good, you’re a fucking natural.”
With another easy thrust his hips meet Jason’s ass and Jason groans, the sound rumbling in his chest and Dick can feel it in his cunt. He shoves forward to grind against the base of the toy and Jason yelps, which makes Dick so fucking horny he can barely keep his own eyes open.
“I’m so turned on, Jason, you have no fucking idea,” he practically whines it against Jason’s skin, and Jason makes a soft, desperate sound in response. “If you could fucking feel how wet I am, you’re so gorgeous, you’re so—“
“Fuck me, Dickie, come on,” Jason gasps. “Want you to come from fucking me. You can go as hard as I did, harder, I can take it.”
Uh, yeah, I think big boy Red Hood can take a pounding from me no problem, Dick thinks with mild amusement, through the horny white noise in his brain.
“I know you can,” he breathes instead, rolling his hips to fuck Jason properly, settling into a rhythm, sinking his fingers into the soft of Jason’s thighs. Jason completely melts underneath him as he picks up the pace; his mouth goes slack with pleasure and his hands slip off Dick’s hips, fingers curling in the sheets. “Fuck, Jason, you love this. No one has been taking care of you, huh, baby? Not giving you what you need?”
Jason whines, squeezing his eyes shut. “Dick, I— please—“
Dick nuzzles against his chest and licks over a nipple, effectively cutting Jason off because he squirms and makes a choked sound.
“Fuck. I gotta teach the girls how to treat you right,” Dick mutters, licking again more slowly, reaching over to the other side to grab a handful and squeeze. “Get you in a room with Rose and show her how to fuck you.”
“Fuck,” Jason gasps, his cock jumping between them as he arches up into Dick’s hand. “Dick, shut up.”
“You’d think after everything you wouldn’t be embarrassed by me,” Dick teases, kneading at Jason’s tits for another second before pinching his nipple hard.
The reaction is stunning; Jason shouts and twists and Dick can feel him clenching around the toy as he drags it out. “Oh my God,” Dick gasps. An idea sparks in his head and he sits up, patting Jason’s thigh urgently. “Hey, hey, let’s try something.”
Jason squints an eye open at him and frowns, which is awfully cute with his flushed face. “I don’t know if you could tell, but that was working for me just fine,” Jason complains, a little breathlessly. His hips are rolling ever so slightly, trying to fuck himself now that Dick has gone still.
“Yeah, but, I can blow your mind better than this c’mon. Roll over, on your knees.” He pats Jason’s ass and lets the toy slip out, which gets a very compelling sad whimper from Jason.
“I don’t want fuckin, doggy style Dickhead, wanna be able to kiss you,” he says, reaching out to grab Dick’s wrist and pull it forward, kissing at the inside of it.
“Not doggie style, just, trust me,” Dick says, a little breathless himself as he watches Jason’s mouth move against his skin, the feeling tingling up his arm. After a moment Jason grunts and drops his arm, rolling over before sitting up on his knees and twisting his head to watch Dick skeptically.
Having not considered the view, Dick whistles a catcall as he shuffles forward to press himself against Jason’s back, arranging his knees and urging Jason to lift his hips so that he can get them as close as possible. “And people say my ass is perfect,” he purrs, reaching around to drag his nails over Jason’s thighs as he rolls his hips, the strap sliding shallowly between Jason’s cheeks.
“Shut up,” Jason mutters again, but he’s tipping his head to the side to let Dick mouth at his throat, reaching up to slide his fingers into Dick’s hair. “Put that thing back inside me.”
“Mmmhm,” Dick hums, reaching down between them to grab the strap and guide it down. When it catches on Jason’s rim he rolls his hips gently and it slides back in easy, a little too easy, a little faster than Dick intended and it clearly hits the target dead-on because Jason’s head drops back on Dick’s shoulder and his whole body convulses as he lets out a strangled shout.
“Oh fuck,” he curses loudly, and Dick echoes him softly. Nipping at Jason’s trapezius he drags his palms up Jason’s sides and, as was the main goal of his plan, cups Jason’s chest in both hands. “Oh, fuuuck,” Jason moans as Dick squeezes his tits hard, arching dramatically, his grip on Dick’s hair tightening.
“This okay?” Dick asks, breathless himself suddenly as he starts fucking Jason again in earnest, his cunt throbbing as Jason squirms under his hands, nodding like he couldn’t possibly stop the hiccupy moans escaping his throat to answer.
Dick whines softly as an affirmation and kisses Jason’s neck wetly, licks over his jugular and presses his nose into the soft hair behind his ear. He finds Jason’s nipples again and twists them between two fingers, and arousal pulses through him as Jason makes a sound like he’s sobbing.
“Fuck, Jay, Jason, you’re perfect,” Dick babbles, overwhelmed. “Sorry I, my dirty talk is usually more creative I just, ah,” he moans softly, shivering a little with pleasure; he really does think he can come like this, just from the friction of the toy and Jason’s pulse racing under his tongue.
“Shh, shh, mm, hhaa—“ Jason slurs, clearly trying to respond but Dick adjusts his hips slightly so that he’s hitting the right spot again. It’s a little bit of a challenge actually, to do all these things at once, to keep his hips moving without getting distracted chasing his own pleasure, to keep himself from being too mean as he rolls Jason’s tits between his fingers, to remember to move his mouth in a kiss every so often instead of just, panting, open mouthed against Jason’s throat, breathing him in, feeling every sound he makes vibrate under his skin. Dick is comedically grateful for his experience multitasking in the most hectic of situations because this might be the most distracting thing he’s ever had to work with; his perfect baby brother in his arms, moaning and writhing like he’s never been fucked like this in his life and god, fuck, that’s right he hasn’t—
“Dickie,” Jason gasps, and Dick almost comes at that, at the sound of his own fucking name.
“Yeah, baby, hi, yeah?” He breathes. “You need me to touch your cock, you wanna come?”
Jason shakes his head. His thighs are shaking too, Dick realizes.
“No, no, nghh, ha, I, can come like this I think, I just—“
Dick eases up slightly, just to let Jason get the words out. Jason growls and rolls his hips back. “Don’t fucking stop, just, want you to come first, can you?”
“Yes, yes,” Dick speeds up again and Jason reaches up to cover one of Dick’s hands with his own, urging him to keep touching his chest.
“Just, this, just need this,” he gasps. Dick shifts so that he can peer over Jason’s shoulder and his breath hitches at the sight, Jason’s cock flushed and drooling, so wet that his thighs and stomach are shining where his cock has bumped against them. His nipples are pebbled and his chest is flushed red, plush enough that Dick’s fingers sink in when he squeezes.
“You’re going to fucking ruin me for anyone else, Jaybird,” Dick says, awestruck. “I can’t believe, you—- nnnggh, all for me, you’re so fucking perfect.”
The muscles in Jason’s thighs and stomach twitch and shake and his cock jumps untouched, drooling obscenely and he makes a noise that curls through Dick like something has been shot straight into his veins. “Dick,” Jason gasps, slotting their fingers together and gripping Dick’s hand so tightly his knuckles grind together.
“Yeah, baby, yeah, I’m so close, I’m so,” Dick whines, grinding his hips forward, struggling not to lose his rhythm as he chases the urgent pressure building in his core. He twists Jason’s nipple again, sweat making it slippery and difficult; there’s sweat in his eyes, stinging, and he couldn’t care less. “Gonna come, gonna come inside you,” he mumbles, mouth pressed against Jason’s pulse, slick strands of hair caught in his mouth and he doesn’t know whose; he swears their hearts are beating in sync.
Jason chokes on his own desperate whimpering and goes silent and tense, and Christ it’s even better than the first one; he’s shaking all over and his chest is heaving under Dick’s hands. Another strangled high sound escapes him as his cock pulses and he shoots, untouched, splattering the sheets as Dick coos nonsense into his ear.
Dick is coming too, and in the back of his mind he’s a little worried about giving Jason too much because he’s grinding forward hard and urgent, his hips jerking uncontrollably as his cunt throbs and he shudders.
But then Jason reaches back to grab his thigh tightly, and he’s whimpering different now, high and fucking desperate, rutting his hips back still. “Don’t, stop, want you to— make me come again, fuck me like, like I said earlier,” Jason babbles, and Dick almost bites through his own tongue. He’d say it was crazy but he’s suddenly in the same boat, moments off his second orgasm and he feels like he wants to pound Jason into the mattress until he grinds off again.
So he does, pushing at Jason’s shoulders until he drops onto his elbows and then leaning over him, shoving him even further until his face and shoulders are pressed into the mattress. He’s making little hiccuping noises as Dick grinds into him, and he moans soft and muffled when Dick bites into the meat of his shoulder, sucking a mark there.
When Dick sits up and starts fucking him again, he shouts.
Dick feels delirious.
“Fuck, baby, did I accidentally discover your overstim kink? This is fucking crazy, Jay, you take it so good. How many times do you think I could get you off without stopping, huh? Would you come another time for me, two more? I think I could fuck you all night, sweet boy, we’ve got the stamina for it don’t you think?”
Dick honestly didn’t realize he had this much to say, and he’s not exactly surprised but it’s a little ridiculous, how he just can’t shut up. He’s fucking high on the way Jason reacts to his words, the way it feels to say it all out loud, it makes it feel less like a fucking dream.
“I— I’d let you,” Jason gasps and Dick makes a growly little sound in the back of his throat, dipping down to lick the sweat from Jason’s spine and then bite hard at his shoulder. Jason yelps and then shudders as Dick reaches down to find him half hard, dripping, hot in Dick’s hand.
“Fuuck,” Dick whines, pressing his forehead to Jason’s back. “Wanna fuck you for hours and hours, Jay, want you to feel it for days, want you to think of me every time you move,”
Jason moans and his mouth twitches in an almost smile. “I already, mmm, do that,” he breathes.
For the first time tonight Dick is the one feeling shy, and his breath hitches. “Shut up, ah, you do not,”
Jason just hums, for as long as he can keep his mouth shut and Dick whines back at him. “That’s fuckin’ gay, Jason,” he mumbles and Jason actually laughs, and it’s so breathless and it’s the prettiest sound Dick has ever heard in his life.
After that, there isn’t much to say. Not with Jason making the fucking glorious racket that he is, an endless stream of moans and rough, breathless exclamations. It doesn’t get old. Dick does not get used to it. He feels out of his mind, head spinning, every coherent thought out of reach. All he knows is he has to keep making Jason feel this good, doesn’t want this to be over.
There is definitely an end in sight though; the coiling pressure never entirely left after his last orgasm, that hint of desperation that has him still rutting in search of more. The textured base of the strap isn’t much but he’s so keyed up it doesn’t matter, he gets closer with every roll of his hips, with every perfect sound he knocks out of Jason’s mouth. “God, I’m gonna come again Jay, I’m so close already I— “
Jason’s moan shapes itself into something of a response, a rough ahhuh-huh, though he’s too fucking gone to even be rocking back now, completely boneless on the bed, his thighs quivering.
There’s something about focusing on the idea of this, crystallizing the reality of it in his mind… for a brief moment Dick thinks about it, really lets it sink into his consciousness— he’s really got Jason underneath him, his Jason, shaking and crying as Dick fucks him, delirious with how good he feels. Jason.
It’s as if something connects, some emotion-driven section of neurons calls to his nervous system and reminds him that he’s experiencing the most erotic thing he could possibly think of. His chest tightens and his stomach jumps and his cunt throbs with something so overwhelming that he is doubling over, clutching at Jason’s hips as he comes like a goddamn bomb went off.
And Jason just moans louder, and louder again, the sounds pitching higher and coming faster in a way that will haunt Dick until he dies. When Dick gets a hand underneath him and wraps it around his cock he jerks like he’s been zapped, his hips shoving into the touch and just like that he’s coming again, the smallest amount of wet dribbling over Dick’s knuckles. He makes a sound like he’s dying, muffled into the pillows and God, Dick could cry.
“Oh my god, Jay oh my God,” he is babbling, dragging his mouth over the sweat-shiny skin of Jason’s back, trying for kisses but failing completely. “Holy fuck, you’re perfect, fuck, holy shit—“
Jason just breathes heavily, letting his hips drop carefully and the toy slip out of him as he settles. Dick clambers up to curl against his side, nosing in close to find his face and peer at him. “Jay,” he whispers and Jason huffs, cracking open one eye. He’s flushed and sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead, lashes dark and clumped and Dick’s chest aches with how lovely he is.
“Y’fucking destroyed me,” Jason mumbles. Dick smiles stupidly, wiggling even closer, kissing Jason’s freckled shoulder, stomach flipping about how out of breath Jason is. His own heart is still pounding in his ears, he’s not fully aware of his fingers and toes.
“I’m feeling pretty demolished myself,” he admits, and it somehow feels like an understatement. The soreness hasn’t started to set in yet but he knows the signs and boy is he in for it. “In the best way, of course.”
A smile tugs at the corner of Jason’s mouth. “Of course.”
In a lovely rippling stretch Jason unfolds, and catches Dick around the waist to drag him closer as he rolls onto his back. Dick groans with mock effort, but drapes himself over Jason’s broad chest, leaning in to kiss him sweetly.
“So that was your first time huh?” He teases as he nips gently at Jason’s mouth. “I’m truly so honored.”
“Mhhh,” is all Jason replies with, determined to carry on lazily kissing. He’s so relaxed it makes Dick giddy, all soft uncoiled power, his arms slung heavy around Dick’s waist. Exhausted as he is, Dick is still somehow thrumming with a joy-fueled energy that makes him want to wiggle around, has him nipping playfully at Jason’s mouth.
A particularly sharp little bite has Jason growling and tightening his grip, rolling them over and crushing Dick to his chest. “You, menace,” he mumbles as Dick laughs and tries to shove his face against Jason’s throat. “Got off three fuckin’ times, didn’t even let me come inside you, tryna kill me.”
“You’ve got a strong heart, Jay! You’re young and virile, you can handle it,” Dick teases, sliding his hands over Jason’s hips and waist, enjoying the feelings of the relaxed muscles under his fingers.
“Don’t talk about my fuckin virility, freak,”
“You’re the one who wants to come inside me so bad. You think you can knock me up? I don’t think baby trapping me would have the classic effect, you're already stuck here, clearly.”
He can hear Jason’s breath catch and it makes his heart beat faster, has his hands twitching and he gives in to the urge to sneak them down a little further, grabbing a handful. Jason bucks weakly into his hand. “Oh Jesus— is that why you— no fucking way can you—“
Dick laughs wickedly. He definitely shouldn’t be able to get pregnant, which doesn’t keep him from getting paranoid about it sometimes, but—
“Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?”
Jason just grunts and shifts his hips, and Dick almost marvels over the concept that he might really be getting hard again already but—
“Your cock is trying to puncture my kidney,” Jason complains, reaching down to yank at the buckle on Dick’s harness. Embarrassingly, the motion makes Dick gasp, as Jason’s hand slips under the strap at his waist and the rough tugging jerks Dick around a little. By the time the contraption has been dismantled enough for Jason to pull it free and toss it off the bed, Dick is feeling a little breathless and starry eyed.
Jason on the other hand is way too fucked out to notice his plight, and now that the pesky obstacle has been banished Dick finds himself being aggressively cuddled into the mattress.
Its unhelpful, this fresh swell of affection (it just doesn't stop coming!) that fills Dick’s chest as Jason settles half on top of him, arm slung heavy over his waist. He tucks his face into Dick’s shoulder, going all loose and relaxed with a sweet heavy sigh, and Dick could nearly cry.
He settles for wiggling himself just enough that he can card his fingers through Jason’s damp curls, ignoring the soft low sound of protest.
Falling asleep would be perfect like this, he thinks… letting his eyes fall shut as he scratches gently at Jason’s scalp. He can feel all that warm skin pressed against him, soft firm curves, ribs and hips a solid pressure… calloused fingers curled against his side, thumb brushing ever so slightly as he breathes.
But the low thrum of static still clings to his insides. Still dragging those feelings from his chest down to his core like wool into coiling thread, still making his heart beat faster.
And in the new quiet, with his eyes shut and every exhale from Jason’s sweet lungs puffing against his throat, he finds it is not ebbing at all.
With his own reasonable sleepiness trying to tug him away from consciousness, it is a lost cause trying to control his twitching hips. The more he relaxes the more he just wants to give in and lazily grind, indulge the simmering ripples of pleasure he gets when he arches his back just a bit, rolls his pelvis and feels Jason’s weight pushing back against him. The emptier his mind becomes the more flashes of fresh memory and sensation he gets, replays of Jason’s open mouth and his broken moans, the feeling of his cock on Dick’s tongue and—
The sound of Jason shifting is so loud that Dick startles slightly, and he gasps softly as Jason’s hand uncurls and sweeps down his side, settling at the curve of his hips and squeezing just once.
If the message is settle down, Dick is ignoring it. Besides, feeling him up would be a silly way to try and send that particular message. He pushes up into the touch instead, and makes a pouty little sound that he knows is ridiculous.
Effective, though. Jason huffs against his throat and nuzzles closer to kiss wet and lazy over Dick’s pulse point as he slips his hand between Dick’s legs.
There’s something newly intimate about this, Jason touching him all slow and exploratory in the still and quiet. Dick can feel so much more now that he’s paying attention; how big Jason’s hands are, strong calloused as he drags two thick fingers through Dick’s slick cunt. That first unhesitant touch makes Dick gasp and moan, and Jason makes a rumbly sound in response. Fingertips catch his clit and he rocks against it, loudly humming his satisfaction.
“Greedy,” Jason mumbles very softly. Dick giggles and rolls his hips up, shivering with the anticipation as the movement pushes Jason’s fingers closer to his entrance.
“Mmmhh,” is all he responds with, curling his fingers in Jason’s hair and tugging gently. He thrusts lazily again and Jason indulges him, easing two fingers inside him that feel nearly as thick as his cock had. Dick makes another deeply satisfied sound, letting his eyes roll back a little and flutter shut. Jason’s mouth is soft and wet against his throat. He’s so sleepy now, he doesn’t know how long it lasts, Jason touching him lazily, dragging his fingers in and out and toying with his clit. He could fall asleep like this, or just stay here forever; moaning softly, waiting for the movement of a kiss under his jaw.
Until Jason shifts his weight with a throaty sigh, bending his knee to catch Dick’s thigh under his, and Dick feels the swell of his cock getting hard against his hip.
He hums, and squirms onto his side, sliding his arm around Jason’s waist and drawing his leg up, high enough to hook over Jason’s hip. Like he knows, Jason is moving with him, slotting them together properly and wrapping a hand under Dick’s knee to hitch it up even higher, until Dick can arch forward and grind himself right where he wants.
When he tips up his chin Jason is there, catching his swollen mouth in a lazy kiss that muffles the sound Dick makes as Jason rolls his hips just right, his cock catching on Dick’s entrance and pushing between his folds. There’s no more urgency; Dick barely has the presence of mind to want anything more than this, Jason sliding hot against him, licking slow and wet into his mouth.
When Jason does manage to get just the right angle, to press himself inside just enough to stretch Dick around him Dick sees stars. His nails scrape over Jason’s back and he rocks down, squeezing around Jason to be rewarded with a shallow thrust and a low groan.
He must be obvious, with how his breath starts coming quick through his nose and Jason is right there with him, his thighs shaking just slightly as he fucks into Dick less and less coordinatedly. Too empty-headed to consider what he wants, Dick purrs gratefully when Jason wedges his hand between them, rubbing with his fingertips until Dick is moaning through one last slow rolling orgasm, perfect and syrupy sweet until the feeling of Jason going tense and spilling hot inside him makes the pleasure go all bright and frantic for the last few moments.
He’s still whining soft in the back of his throat when Jason slips out, his hand draping limply over Dick’s side like he’s just as close to falling asleep as Dick is.
“Stay,” Dick murmurs, and Jason huffs a soft laugh through his nose that ruffles the hair at Dick’s temple.
“‘M gonna fuck you again when I wake up. Shouldn’t we give the narrator a break?”
“Please,” Dick murmurs, eyelids so heavy they won’t stay open anymore, no matter how much he wants to keep looking at the way Jason’s lashes settle against his freckled cheeks. “They finished writing the next part months ago.”