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Ivy’s knock out pollen, though something they have a quick fix for, is something she usually only uses on Robin. Her more intricate pollen cocktails are reserved for adults like Batman and Nightwing. So when Robin gets hit with a petal bomb of sleeping powder, Dick freezes just long enough to make sure the boy isn’t going to get hurt while passing out and then continues trying to get the rogue under control.
Part of him, the part that will always call the city home, missed Gotham’s hijinks, but most of him is still aggravated with Bruce for being away with the League at the moment, leaving Dick and Jason to deal with the current Ivy situation by themselves. Either way, once he takes care of her — while still within eye sight of his deeply sleeping brother — Dick leaves Ivy for Gotham’s best and brightest to take care of while he makes his way towards Robin. The boy is light as a feather and easy to both get into the car and move into the cave.
He also doesn’t make a peep, which isn’t exactly a surprise. Dick knows from his own encounters with the knock-out pollen as Robin that nothing short of a bomb going off next to you could wake you for the next three hours. This means that if he doesn’t want to deal with a complaining Jason he shouldn’t give the boy the cure. Not getting the cure won’t harm the boy in any way, and, to be entirely honest, Dick remembers the nights he got hit being some of the best sleeps he’s ever had.
So Dick does what any brother would do.
He leaves Jason laying in the locker room and goes to take a shower. What? He’s gross and covered in potting soil and deserves to get out of his damp leotard. Really, Robin got the better end of the deal. When Dick is done getting himself cleaned up and dressed in some lounge clothes, he makes his way back to the teen.
Pulling Jason’s mask off and wiping down his face, Dick makes sure none of the pollen is left behind. He takes a moment to talk himself out of drawing a mustache on the sleeping boy’s pretty face, knowing that it would be a shitty thing to do, before continuing to divest him of his uniform. The top goes into the contaminated laundry box, and after a moment of consideration as Dick removes the boy’s various pieces of armor, he tugs the shorts off to toss in the box as well.
He doesn’t actually notice until he has Jason in his arms again that he’s never seen the boy naked. Hell, he shouldn’t be seeing the boy naked now, because he should have had underwear on under those little shorts. Only, Jason is very clearly naked.
A mile of gorgeous pale skin with barely-there freckles across his toned shoulders. He’s more defined than the last time Dick saw him without a shirt, when he was still recovering from living on his own and starting the Robin training regimen, and is clearly more well-fed and taken care of. This isn’t the only surprise the sleeping boy has in store for Dick, however.
Jason Todd has a pussy.
It’s pretty, too. Hairless like the rest of him, and pink. Dick will be honest he hasn’t laid his eyes on a lot of vaginas — outside of Barbara’s, and the odd porn here or there — but Jason’s pussy is almost supple. Soft lips, with a slightly bigger clit than Dick is used to seeing peeking out between them, and just small enough that Dick thinks he could get his whole mouth on the boy.
Swallowing down the excess saliva that has filled his mouth, Dick rushes to put the boy right back down on the bench. Snatching his shirt off, Dick maneuvers the teen into it to cover up the allure of that pink slit. Covering it does nothing to make him stop wanting, however, and it ends up being more of a precaution in case Alfred didn’t actually go to bed like he said over comms earlier. Dick makes it to the hall of their bedrooms before he realizes his self-control sucks.
The door to his own room is easy to push open and he convinces himself it’s so he can clean everything up and get Jason back in his own bed before the boy is any wiser. Dick lays Jason out on the bed and his breathing hitches a little as the shirt naturally slips upwards due to the new position. He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be shouldering between his little brother’s thighs, but when he has the boy spread open so he can lay eyes on his supple cunt Dick can’t summon an ounce of guilt.
Jason isn’t wet when he starts, which is different from how it usually is by the time Dick’s gotten his tongue between someone’s labia. He gets there pretty fast though, and Dick can’t be sure whether that’s because of how much he’s drooling over the teen’s probably virgin pussy, or if it’s because he’s making the boy feel that good. Either way, it's enough to drag his fingers and tongue through Jason’s folds, making him slick enough to push in.
Relaxed in sleep as he is, Jason takes his finger like a dream. It’s almost too easy to stretch the boy. With his mouth wrapped around Jason’s engorged clit and two, then three, fingers working in and out of his lax hole, Dick has Jason ready to take his cock in what must be record time.
He spares a thought — as he lubes up his cock with a spit and slick covered hand — towards the possibility of a pregnancy since the kid has a vagina, but he decides that Bruce probably has the kid on some kind of birth control, or he can get Jason some morning after pills later if need be. It isn’t like he keeps condoms in the manor after all, and he isn’t going to paw through Bruce’s drawers when he could feel Jason’s pussy wrapped tight around him sans barrier.
Jason is tight too, much tighter than he felt around Dick’s fingers. His first thought when he feels the clench and flutter around his cock is that Jason has woken up, and he holds his breath as he looks up at the boy. Jason, of course, is still doped up on Ivy’s knock-out pollen and completely dead to the world. He’s practically limp, face serene as he breathes deeply and slowly, eyes twitching with evidence of a REM cycle beneath their lids.
It’s almost freeing — fucking someone who doesn’t have an opinion about how fast, deep, or rough he’s going is something that Dick has never experienced. For the first time ever Dick isn’t distracted by making sure his partner is having a good time. Instead, he is purely focused on his own pleasure, chasing down his orgasm like a fox after a rabbit.
He won’t be leaving any bruises on Jason; that isn’t what this is about. His hands are firm but careful when he grips the boy, fingers digging into the firm bone of his hip and the thick muscle of his thigh but not putting any dents in him. He’ll be lucky if Jason doesn’t notice the odd feeling in his pussy, but everything would be far too obvious if Dick left hand shaped bruises behind — not that he even really wants to, but sometimes he gets carried away.
When Dick tilts his hips Jason lets out a soft sigh, tightening around the man’s cock but not reacting in any other way. He’s deep within the clutch of sleep, and doesn’t react when Dick slams as deep inside Jason as he can get and starts grinding against the spot that made him go tight. Jason’s cunt is more expressive than the rest of him, clenching around Dick and clamping down as the man hisses out a sharp fuck and pumps his baby brother full of cum.
He’s loath to pull out, especially when Jason is warm and wet around him, channel loosening around his cock and just holding him there now that Dick is panting against the boy’s clothed chest. With a quick glance at the digital clock on the bedside table, Dick decides he has time to indulge himself. It’s not like the sleeping boy will complain about being his cockwarmer after all. With careful moves, he gets his arms under the boy and rolls so that he can lay on his back with Jason continuing to snooze on his chest.
Dick’s fingers find the boy’s curls as he catches his breath. He wraps them around his fingers, eyeing the plumpness of Jason’s lips, nearly as pink as his cute little pussy. Dick has never been one to turn down a blowjob but he definitely prefers to be balls deep in someone's ass or cunt. It leaves him with the ability to get his mouth on theirs, to kiss them quiet or kiss them between moans. He’s always loved kissing, has probably day dreamed about it more than fucking, which is probably why he takes Jason’s face in his hands and licks into the boy’s slack mouth.
Jason doesn’t kiss back, not that Dick expects him to, which means that Dick can just enjoy sliding his tongue against the subtle rasp of the boy’s taste buds and along the roof of his mouth. Jason’s spit is a little slicker and thicker with sleep, making the sensation different, filmier in a way. The barely there taste of someone else’s mouth sticks to Dick’s palate, making him shiver and stir within the boy.
He never went fully soft, and he’s making his way to erect far faster than flaccid. Figuring he’ll take while the taking is good and Jason is still drooling into his mouth, Dick palms the boy’s upper thighs and ass, getting his feet under him so that he can start thrusting up into Jason’s loose, sloppy cunt. It’s even hotter than before, having Jason’s dead weight pressed down on top of him as he drills up into the boy, swallowing Jason’s drool and licking as far back into the boy’s mouth as he can get.
Dick can feel his first load sliding down his shaft and his balls as he both fucks it deeper into the boy and makes room for more in Jason’s twitching channel. His moan is sheltered by the cavern of Jason’s mouth, and then muffled as he manages to coax the boy’s tongue forward just enough that he can suck it into his own. They’re both a fucking mess and Dick trips over the edge of his second orgasm with little warning, even to himself, filling Jason with another hot burst of cum.
This time he doesn’t bother pretending he’s going to wind down and stop.
He’ll have to engineer a situation where he’s with Robin the next time Ivy escapes or something, because his baby brother being limp and malleable on top or underneath him is something that he’s starting to want all the time. Dick even briefly considers sneaking some sleeping pills into Jason’s food. but not only does that feel too far, it’s also far more ineffective than Ivy’s knock-out pollen.
Flipping them back over, he presses Jason into the mattress and widens his stance, fucking as deep into the teen as he possibly can. Chasing down one orgasm right after the other is the kind of thing he’s only ever done with a fleshlight pressed between two pillows, but knocked out like this Jason’s nothing more than a body-warm fleshlight anyway. Dick takes advantage of that, moaning against the teen’s messy mouth as he rails the sleeping body underneath him.
Jason’s legs subconsciously twitch against his palms as he pushes them wide and fucks deep. If Jason were awake, if he wanted this and was chasing his orgasm just as much as Dick, the man might help him get off. He might touch Jason’s clit or change the angle of his thrusts. He isn’t awake though, so Dick just takes what he wants in the way he always fantasized Bruce might have when he took one of Ivy’s KO bulbs to the face as Robin.
The third time he climaxes inside his brother, it’s so overwhelming that Dick nearly goes limp. Catching himself with his hands on the mattress bracketing Jason’s hips, Dick watches Jason’s cunt as he pulls out, committing the image of it to memory. They’re filthy, cum and slick all over Jason’s pretty little pussy in viscous strings of tempting deliciousness. Dick doesn’t bother with any mental arguments this time — he just slides down the bed and takes.
It’s a mirror of how this whole thing started, only this time he isn’t quiet and slow. The lewd slurp of Dick sucking his own loads off of Jason’s folds fills the room. He goes a bit mad with the taste of them together, opening his mouth wide across the teen’s puffy slit as he scrapes Jason out with his fingers, feeding himself the abundance of cum he packed into the boy. Jason has to be nice and clean when Dick puts him in his own bed, after all.
Dick is so taken with his task of singlemindedly getting as much of their combined taste as possible down his throat that he doesn’t really notice the muscles of Jason’s thighs tensing around his shoulders. The boy slowly wakes above him with every lick, every suck, and every thrust of Dick’s fingers. The soft, breathy moan doesn’t tip Dick off to his drowsy companion being more awake than asleep, but Jason’s fingers tangling in his hair and pushing him harder against his clit sure does.
“Ah, oh gosh!” The words are shocked and breathless, thick with sleep. “Di– Dick?”
Dick doesn’t answer, both because it’s obvious who he is when his eyes slide up to Jason’s groggy face and because the boy is still tugging him harder against his pussy. The boy clenches around his fingers and Dick is taken by surprise for a third time tonight as Jason arches, moaning his name as he cums. Dick lets out a matching sound of bliss as he drinks down the gush of fluid, fingers curling to help coax the teen through it.
When Jason’s fingers finally loosen in his hair, Dick slowly leans back, running his tongue over his lips as if that will help. The bottom half of his face is covered with their combined spit and cum after all, and his cock is still messy and hard against the duvet. It’s pretty damn clear what he’s been up to while Jason has been unable to defend himself.
Jason is panting, his fingers sliding down from Dick’s hair to thumb through the mess on his jaw. “Did… did you fuck me?” As if to emphasize the question, Jason clenches around his fingers.
Slowly, Dick nods. What is he gonna do? LIe? He’s literally knuckle deep in the kid and covered in cum.
The teen lets out a whiny sound. “I missed it.” His fingers still in Dick’s hair tighten, the hand on Dick’s jaw sliding around to grip the back of Dick’s neck. He starts to pull at Dick, tugging him impatiently up his body. “Do it again.”
And, well, okay. Dick’s not gonna argue with that. “As much as you want, baby bird. Fuck.”