Yeah, man. I'm okay. It's not that... it's not too much.
[he doesn't want to stop and he doesn't want to give Dick the wrong idea and make him think that he does. his own cheeks are flushed and flustered, his hands on Dick's chest moving up and down just slightly as he looks down for a moment, then back at Dick's face.]
It's just that I.
Fuck.
[he lets out a small laugh, then rolls his eyes at himself.]
I don't wanna rush this. I wanna go slow. I like it slow. Is that okay?
[ There's a tender understanding in the look Dick gives when he hears that, nodding. He rests his forehead on Jason's and gives him a peck on the corner of his lips, kneading lightly at his waist with a few strokes up his back. Over his clothes. ]
Slow is okay. [ It's hard to tell from the hand pawing his shirt what Jason wants, so he makes a point of asking. ] Do you just want to kiss?
[ it's nice to get an understanding look like that. it's a relief. not that he thought Dick wouldn't be okay with it, but the confirmation is always good. he can tell that Dick really is listening.
he gives Dick a small smile of thanks, then shakes his head, forehead still against his.]
Not that slow.
[he laughs softly, letting his hands slide up Dick's neck, just touching him. just being in the moment. trying to get himself to open up. to talk. it's a hard thing for Jason, but Dick is listening.]
We can do... anything. Just slower. I've uh. I haven't been with as many people as everyone think I have. You know. Being a street kid and all. People think I like to fuck. Guess maybe I act like it too. But I haven't even really been with a guy before. Like sure I've fooled around, but I've never had sex with a guy before.
But I wanna be here with you right now. I wanna do this. I mean, I don't even know if you wanna fuck me, but. If you do. I want to.
[is he rambling? maybe he's rambling. this is Jason Todd when he's not trying to act like a cocky little fuck.]
[ A couple of times he almost interrupts but he holds his tongue as Jason opens up, letting him vent his emotions and use his words, which is rare enough that Dick would have paid attention even if Jason wasn't sitting on his lap. ]
... Alright, okay. I appreciate the clarification.
[ He cups the side of Jason's neck, thumb cradling his jaw as he looks at him steadily, compartmentalising all of that information into manageable bites. When he replies his voice is sure and steady. ]
I am ... I would love to — yes, we can do that, but only if you're sure. There are other things we can do, things I'd really like to do to you [ — since Jason deserves to know there's a lot of spice beneath Dick's heavy blush — ] and none of it needs to be rushed.
[ To demonstrate, he trails his other hand down Jason's chest and lets it drift under his shirt in a sweeping caress, right around the time Dick leans up to brush his lips over the sensitive curve of Jason's neck. ]
Why don't we stick with our hands for now, then if you want more later you can be greedy in my bed. Deal?
[ is he ruining the mood? no, he doesn't think so. if talking like this ruins the mood for someone then Jason doesn't want to be with that kinda person anyway.
Jason is rewarded with patience and understanding, and an unwavering look from Dick. it makes him smile a little more, and not feel so fucking embarrassed about the flush of his cheeks and the slowness he asks for, and he nods against Dick's forehead again before the older man starts moving his hand again, under his shirt, and drops his lips back to his neck. ]
Okay, yeah. Deal.... thanks.
[that all sounds real good, and the flutter is back in Jason's chest again, his eyes closing.]
[ There he goes, nice and relaxed again, just how Dick likes him best. When Jason is happy it strangely makes Dick feel safe too, like he's doing things right and really pleasing his partner. He always strives to but this time is different, this time it matters because Jason is special.
Soft, wet kisses dapple the curve of a neck. ]
Someone's got an erogenous zone ...
[ The pad of his thumb finds a nipple and circles, palm kneading at Jason's chest the same way he would a woman, only it's a lot easier to touch more of him with his hand splayed. First, he plans to get him used to being stroked all over, the subject of Dick's busy hands. ]
[ Jason has never found it easy to relax, but with Dick it's different. it feels fluid the way he can settle back in, and they pick up right where they left off, making Jason feel warm again.
those wet kisses pull soft sounds from him even before Dick tells him he likes hearing them. he probably has a few erogenous zones that no one's ever figured out. ]
You gonna find all of them?
[Jason leans forward into his touch, his own hands itching to seek out more skin as well, so he slides a hand under Dick's shirt as well, fingers running over scar and muscle, nails scratching lightly. his other hand is still at Dick's neck, fingers sliding into his hair again to encourage him to keep up everything he's doing with his mouth at his neck. fuck, he really does like that a lot, and he rewards Dick with some more soft sounds and groans.]
[ The scars Jason strokes over are likely more numerous than what he has, Dick has been cut and sliced by knives so often that the newest scars cover old silver marks. Broader than Jason too, and ... well, someone waxes (he swings around a lot of poles, friction-burn wouldn't be logical shut up). There is so much Dick wants to do to Jason but he holds back and only lets his hands drift down once he hears those soft breathy moans again. He takes that as his cue and holds Jason on his lap as he grinds up, letting him feel the hard line of a burgeoning erection all beneath layers of clothes so he doesn't feel like it's pushing them too far.
He can dig his heels into the floor and get enough leverage to start a shallow rocking motion, nipping up the other side of Jason's neck to equally spoil him. ]
You can move with me, Jay.
[ To give him back some control over how fast they go, albeit literally now. ]
[just a touch of cocky thrown back in there because he can, and because he can't imagine what it would feel like for someone to figure him out. it feels like a lot, but also something he desperately wants. he wants it so bad and yet he constantly pushes away.
not this time, though. he's not pushing away.
Dick definitely has a lot more scars than he does. a lot more muscles too. for the briefest moment he wonders if his universes Dick has this many scars yet, or if this is a future thing too, but he puts that thought out of his head and just lets his hand explore, using his nails every once in a while to try and find some sensitive spots on Dick, too.
it's the way Dick grinds into him, nice and slow, that pulls a real moan out of Jason, and while fucking loves all the attention to his neck, when he starts moving with Dick, grinding back against him, he nudges at Dick's face with his own, tilting his head so he can kiss back to those lips of his, slow and deep, in rhythm with the way he moves.]
[ Some part of his brain is screaming at him that this is messed up, at least a little, but the rest of him is far too occupied with how good it feels to have Jason slowly riding him at a lazy grind, even through their clothes. If Dick was only halfway hard before he feels himself fill out in record time, breathlessly tangled in kisses that have his blood up (oh, haven) and his heartbeat pounding white noise in his ears. Most sensitive around his ribs, the leanest part of him, he arches up into each pass of Jason's hands and struggles to keep his own on good behaviour, running his nails as low on Jason's belt as his clothes allow; when he finds a hip he gives a squeeze and drags him in harder to seat him properly, meeting the kiss with a rumble of satisfaction from somewhere under the hands on his chest when his cock rubs up behind the curve of balls.
He's glad he wore slacks but also mildly paranoid as they make him since they hide nearly nothing. Jason feels exposed as hell, Dick has picked that up, but he has no idea how weak Dick is to those noises he makes, the weight of him wrapped around Dick like he needs him. Dick would do anything to keep him like it. ]
[ is it messed up? maybe it is, but Jason's not thinking about it either. all he can possibly think about is how all encompassing this feels. he hasn't felt this good in... maybe ever, when it comes to something like this. being with someone.
the grind of their hips is steady and slow... slow enough where Jason can feel everything. Dick is hard and heavy against his own erection and it has him aching for more, to be closer, to be surrounded and filled. that pulls another moan from him, swallowed up by their kisses, and Jason can't help the way his hands slide down now, nails still scratching, but one moving between them to drag down the length of Dick's clothed cock. ]
[ Fuck rasps out against Jason's lips when the pressure of a caress finds Dick right where he needs it and he reels him in with an arm around Jason's middle, the hand on a hip sliding lower to teasingly trace a thumb along the line of a similarly trapped erection. He makes sure to watch him all the while, looking up so as not to miss a minute of that intense blush. ]
I want to touch you without your clothes in the way. [ Kisses smear along Jason's jaw, hot and affectionate as Dick's voice takes on a deeper quality, no longer the light tone he uses to disarm. Just raw want. ] Is that okay?
[ He knows they already agreed, hands, but he wants to take this at Jason's pace all the way. Checking in and making sure he's okay isn't a mood-killer, it's more natural than anything to be considerate of his lover. ]
[ Jason lets out another soft groan into the kiss, his hips jerking forward as if wanting, needing to get more of that teasing trace along his own erection. he's so fucking done for, and he finds that he doesn't really care. Dick isn't like those asshole fucks out there who would use him and dump him without a second thought. there's something so much deeper here.
so maybe if they don't go impossibly slow, it's okay. Jason is okay with this. ]
Yeah, it's okay. I want that too.
[Jason kisses along Dick's jaw as well, then pulls back to lock eyes with him as he does a slow grind forward, fingers resting along the waistband of Dick's pants.]
[ Dick's gentle expression slants dirtier when he meets Jason's gaze, arching a brow. That grind has him reckless with desire, shuddering. ]
You can touch me however you like, Jay. I promise I'll enjoy it.
[ With a few deft flicks to open Jason's pants, Dick's hand slides past every layer to find the heat of him and curl his fingers around it, easing him free so he doesn't have to strain against a zipper anymore. There's still the partial cover of Jason's shirt so that Dick can't get a real eyeful but he plans on playing the long game and strokes him on instinct, reading Jason's reactions to see how he likes the steady, firm grip running from tip to base and back again, over and over. Dick has to swallow the lump in his throat, a grin kicking up the corner of his mouth again. ]
[ when Dick opens his pants up, it fully sinks in that yeah, they're doing this. they're a hundred percent doing this. they're absolutely doing this, and Jason is fucking thrilled, letting out an equally thrilled sound of pleasure when those expert fingers curl around his cock, pulling him free.
oh, he likes it alright, and his expression shows every bit of how much he does, along with his body, which arches back, his hands resting on Dick's thighs behind him. ]
Jesus, fuck.
[he knows he said he was going to touch Dick, but he needs a moment, letting himself just slowly rock into Dick's hand.]
[ Unable to help the flash of humour, he keeps a hand on Jason's side to help stabilise him and tips his head back on the couch to watch the way Jason moves, ruddy-wet crown pushing between the ring of olive fingers, hot and hard. Briefly, Dick brings his hand up to lick his palm before replacing it, looking between Jason's face and his cock as he gives him a tighter fist to fuck. ]
You're so pretty, Jay, you look wonderful. Work your hips for me, sweetheart.
[ The softest appellation amid a sea of sensuality. ]
[ Jason gives Dick the vaguest eye roll at his attempt at a joke, but it's good. it feels real, and Jason's definitely not annoyed by that.
he still has a brush of heat across his cheeks, but now he's starting to feel more confident about it all, especially with the way Dick is watching him. he wants Dick to like every last bit of what he sees, and when those soft compliments roll of the other's tongue, Jason feels a spark of heat run through him so hard and fast, he can barely bite back the deep moan that rolls out of him. oh fuck, he likes that. he craves it.
and so he works his hips, fucking into Dick's hand, letting out a soft moan with each breath until it's almost too much, and Jason leans back into his space, putting a hand over Dick's as he brings his lips back in for a kiss. ]
Feels too fucking good. I don't wanna come like this yet.
[ There's a scene he won't ever forget, memorising the heated moans and rolling hips until his own are aching with a need to follow suit. Dick's training helps him hold out and stay still, focusing all his attention and energy into working Jason up to the brink until his hand is stilled. He sits up and steals a real kiss, fingertips trailing up Jason's back to gather his shirt. ]
What makes you think I'm only going to make you come once?
[ Jason may not have experience but Dick does and it infuses every bone in his body as he smiles at him, petting in sweeps across Jason's shoulders. ]
But, alright ... [ A glance is given to where Jason's cock is smearing a mark against Dick's shirt. ] Take a breath, I'm not going anywhere.
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[ Jason's eyebrow goes up, and he pulls out of the kiss to look at Dick, surprised smile on his face. ]
Oh you're gonna make me come more than once, huh?
[his smile turns light, playful and he glances down as well, hands moving to work Dick's pants open as well, pushing them down enough to free him. he slides his fingers along his impressive length, then drags his thumb across the head, spreading precum along his finger.]
It's just that I've barely gotten a chance to touch you yet.
[ How does anyone look casual when their raging erection is being dug out of their pants? Dick doesn't know. He hasn't got that particular superpower.
His head drops back on the cushioning again as Jason touches him and an unsteady groan rattles free, held at bay so far but loosed when he feels the slick spread of precome. Dick bites his lip and transfers his hold to Jason's hair, combing through to get a good grip, and his lashes flutter as he looks up at him. It's absolutely not his fault when his cock throbs, twitching eagerly. ]
[ oh hell yes... Jason loves that he can get this kind of reaction out of Dick too. like maybe he's not the only one without all the control in the world, but Dick can't hold back right now either, and it's all because of him. it's actually because of him.
he smiles when Dick grips his hair -he likes that too-, his hand circling around Dick's cock so he can stroke him slowly- as slowly as he was being stroked before. except this time, Jason starts rocking his hips again, finally pressing skin against skin as their cocks slide together, while Jason's mouth gets a turn to leave wet kisses and nips along the older man's neck. ]
[ Blockbuster could break down the wall and Dick wouldn't move an inch, he would just die happy with Jason spread all over him, hand around his cock and mouth on his neck, absolutely gorgeous. He runs a hand up and down Jason's back, pushing down his pants further to scrape nails over the curve of his ass, the hand buried in curly hair giving reflexive tugs whenever Dick shudders. He lets out a breathy moan, low and hoarse, eyes closing as he tilts his neck into Jason's biting kisses. ]
Uh huh ...
[ Clearly the best way to disable Nightwing is to get your hand in his suit, new information for Jason to file away. Dick gathers him in close and basks in the attention, cock beading precome to slick Jason's palm as it rolls over him, his breathing heavier by the stroke. ]
I'm glad ... glad you haven't been with a guy. I get to have you all to myself, ah ...
[the thing is, that might not just be a line. Jason's had such an intense crush on Dick for so long. everything he's done since he's met this one, it's only heightened that want. Jason's pretty sure Dick can tell by now.
feeling Dick's cock against his is incredible, and he can't help but keep rocking against it more and more. whether it's Dick's hand or his own, he doesn't expect he'll be able to hold out much longer. all of this feels too good, too intense.
it's the way Dick holds him that really sends him reeling, though. he feels safe and wanted in these arms. something he's never felt before]
Fuck... I'm gonna come soon. Gimme your hand.
[he says against Dick's neck, reaching for his hand anyway and moving it back to his cock- both of their cocks- intertwining their fingers so they can stroke each other together.]
[ That steals his breath, Jason putting the notion in his head that he was waiting for Dick (or his Grayson) to be with. It fires up the rarely seen possessive side that binds him to his partners and makes Dick love them so whole-heartedly, and is the entire reason he uses his arm around Jason and a well-placed knee to lift and push down Jason into the couch in one smooth move. Like this, he can grind him down into the sofa as he kisses him deeply, cradling a thigh and the back of Jason's head while cocks rut and slide in a sweaty, slippery mess between their bellies. It's impatient and dirty, and he loves him like it. ]
You don't need my hand.
[ Not when Dick can smoothly simulate making love fucking him. ]
[ he was. Jason's been waiting for this his whole life. doesn't matter that it's not his universe's Grayson. Dick, the one he's with right now, is everything he wants. he's the person Jason wants to be with.
the shift in their positions is wonderfully unexpected, and Jason gasps as he's pressed down against the couch with Dick's weight over him. he lifts his leg up higher against his waist, moaning into the kiss as he rocks up against Dick, unable to hold back a single damn moan.
he doesn't need Dick's hand when he can rut up into him, the feel of their cocks sliding so easily against each other making him feel dizzy with want. it's only a moment after that when he breaks the kiss, crying out as he comes between them, fingers digging into Dick's sides. ]
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[he doesn't want to stop and he doesn't want to give Dick the wrong idea and make him think that he does. his own cheeks are flushed and flustered, his hands on Dick's chest moving up and down just slightly as he looks down for a moment, then back at Dick's face.]
It's just that I.
Fuck.
[he lets out a small laugh, then rolls his eyes at himself.]
I don't wanna rush this. I wanna go slow. I like it slow. Is that okay?
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Slow is okay. [ It's hard to tell from the hand pawing his shirt what Jason wants, so he makes a point of asking. ] Do you just want to kiss?
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he gives Dick a small smile of thanks, then shakes his head, forehead still against his.]
Not that slow.
[he laughs softly, letting his hands slide up Dick's neck, just touching him. just being in the moment. trying to get himself to open up. to talk. it's a hard thing for Jason, but Dick is listening.]
We can do... anything. Just slower. I've uh. I haven't been with as many people as everyone think I have. You know. Being a street kid and all. People think I like to fuck. Guess maybe I act like it too. But I haven't even really been with a guy before. Like sure I've fooled around, but I've never had sex with a guy before.
But I wanna be here with you right now. I wanna do this. I mean, I don't even know if you wanna fuck me, but. If you do. I want to.
[is he rambling? maybe he's rambling. this is Jason Todd when he's not trying to act like a cocky little fuck.]
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... Alright, okay. I appreciate the clarification.
[ He cups the side of Jason's neck, thumb cradling his jaw as he looks at him steadily, compartmentalising all of that information into manageable bites. When he replies his voice is sure and steady. ]
I am ... I would love to — yes, we can do that, but only if you're sure. There are other things we can do, things I'd really like to do to you [ — since Jason deserves to know there's a lot of spice beneath Dick's heavy blush — ] and none of it needs to be rushed.
[ To demonstrate, he trails his other hand down Jason's chest and lets it drift under his shirt in a sweeping caress, right around the time Dick leans up to brush his lips over the sensitive curve of Jason's neck. ]
Why don't we stick with our hands for now, then if you want more later you can be greedy in my bed. Deal?
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Jason is rewarded with patience and understanding, and an unwavering look from Dick. it makes him smile a little more, and not feel so fucking embarrassed about the flush of his cheeks and the slowness he asks for, and he nods against Dick's forehead again before the older man starts moving his hand again, under his shirt, and drops his lips back to his neck. ]
Okay, yeah. Deal.... thanks.
[that all sounds real good, and the flutter is back in Jason's chest again, his eyes closing.]
... that feels really fucking good.
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Soft, wet kisses dapple the curve of a neck. ]
Someone's got an erogenous zone ...
[ The pad of his thumb finds a nipple and circles, palm kneading at Jason's chest the same way he would a woman, only it's a lot easier to touch more of him with his hand splayed. First, he plans to get him used to being stroked all over, the subject of Dick's busy hands. ]
I like hearing the noises you make, Jay.
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those wet kisses pull soft sounds from him even before Dick tells him he likes hearing them. he probably has a few erogenous zones that no one's ever figured out. ]
You gonna find all of them?
[Jason leans forward into his touch, his own hands itching to seek out more skin as well, so he slides a hand under Dick's shirt as well, fingers running over scar and muscle, nails scratching lightly. his other hand is still at Dick's neck, fingers sliding into his hair again to encourage him to keep up everything he's doing with his mouth at his neck. fuck, he really does like that a lot, and he rewards Dick with some more soft sounds and groans.]
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[ The scars Jason strokes over are likely more numerous than what he has, Dick has been cut and sliced by knives so often that the newest scars cover old silver marks. Broader than Jason too, and ... well, someone waxes (he swings around a lot of poles, friction-burn wouldn't be logical
shut up). There is so much Dick wants to do to Jason but he holds back and only lets his hands drift down once he hears those soft breathy moans again. He takes that as his cue and holds Jason on his lap as he grinds up, letting him feel the hard line of a burgeoning erection all beneath layers of clothes so he doesn't feel like it's pushing them too far.He can dig his heels into the floor and get enough leverage to start a shallow rocking motion, nipping up the other side of Jason's neck to equally spoil him. ]
You can move with me, Jay.
[ To give him back some control over how fast they go, albeit literally now. ]
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[just a touch of cocky thrown back in there because he can, and because he can't imagine what it would feel like for someone to figure him out. it feels like a lot, but also something he desperately wants. he wants it so bad and yet he constantly pushes away.
not this time, though. he's not pushing away.
Dick definitely has a lot more scars than he does. a lot more muscles too. for the briefest moment he wonders if his universes Dick has this many scars yet, or if this is a future thing too, but he puts that thought out of his head and just lets his hand explore, using his nails every once in a while to try and find some sensitive spots on Dick, too.
it's the way Dick grinds into him, nice and slow, that pulls a real moan out of Jason, and while fucking loves all the attention to his neck, when he starts moving with Dick, grinding back against him, he nudges at Dick's face with his own, tilting his head so he can kiss back to those lips of his, slow and deep, in rhythm with the way he moves.]
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He's glad he wore slacks but also mildly paranoid as they make him since they hide nearly nothing. Jason feels exposed as hell, Dick has picked that up, but he has no idea how weak Dick is to those noises he makes, the weight of him wrapped around Dick like he needs him. Dick would do anything to keep him like it. ]
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the grind of their hips is steady and slow... slow enough where Jason can feel everything. Dick is hard and heavy against his own erection and it has him aching for more, to be closer, to be surrounded and filled. that pulls another moan from him, swallowed up by their kisses, and Jason can't help the way his hands slide down now, nails still scratching, but one moving between them to drag down the length of Dick's clothed cock. ]
Fuck... you feel so good, Dick.
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I want to touch you without your clothes in the way. [ Kisses smear along Jason's jaw, hot and affectionate as Dick's voice takes on a deeper quality, no longer the light tone he uses to disarm. Just raw want. ] Is that okay?
[ He knows they already agreed, hands, but he wants to take this at Jason's pace all the way. Checking in and making sure he's okay isn't a mood-killer, it's more natural than anything to be considerate of his lover. ]
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so maybe if they don't go impossibly slow, it's okay. Jason is okay with this. ]
Yeah, it's okay. I want that too.
[Jason kisses along Dick's jaw as well, then pulls back to lock eyes with him as he does a slow grind forward, fingers resting along the waistband of Dick's pants.]
Can I touch you without your clothes on too?
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You can touch me however you like, Jay. I promise I'll enjoy it.
[ With a few deft flicks to open Jason's pants, Dick's hand slides past every layer to find the heat of him and curl his fingers around it, easing him free so he doesn't have to strain against a zipper anymore. There's still the partial cover of Jason's shirt so that Dick can't get a real eyeful but he plans on playing the long game and strokes him on instinct, reading Jason's reactions to see how he likes the steady, firm grip running from tip to base and back again, over and over. Dick has to swallow the lump in his throat, a grin kicking up the corner of his mouth again. ]
Look at you ...
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oh, he likes it alright, and his expression shows every bit of how much he does, along with his body, which arches back, his hands resting on Dick's thighs behind him. ]
Jesus, fuck.
[he knows he said he was going to touch Dick, but he needs a moment, letting himself just slowly rock into Dick's hand.]
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[ Unable to help the flash of humour, he keeps a hand on Jason's side to help stabilise him and tips his head back on the couch to watch the way Jason moves, ruddy-wet crown pushing between the ring of olive fingers, hot and hard. Briefly, Dick brings his hand up to lick his palm before replacing it, looking between Jason's face and his cock as he gives him a tighter fist to fuck. ]
You're so pretty, Jay, you look wonderful. Work your hips for me, sweetheart.
[ The softest appellation amid a sea of sensuality. ]
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he still has a brush of heat across his cheeks, but now he's starting to feel more confident about it all, especially with the way Dick is watching him. he wants Dick to like every last bit of what he sees, and when those soft compliments roll of the other's tongue, Jason feels a spark of heat run through him so hard and fast, he can barely bite back the deep moan that rolls out of him. oh fuck, he likes that. he craves it.
and so he works his hips, fucking into Dick's hand, letting out a soft moan with each breath until it's almost too much, and Jason leans back into his space, putting a hand over Dick's as he brings his lips back in for a kiss. ]
Feels too fucking good. I don't wanna come like this yet.
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What makes you think I'm only going to make you come once?
[ Jason may not have experience but Dick does and it infuses every bone in his body as he smiles at him, petting in sweeps across Jason's shoulders. ]
But, alright ... [ A glance is given to where Jason's cock is smearing a mark against Dick's shirt. ] Take a breath, I'm not going anywhere.
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Oh you're gonna make me come more than once, huh?
[his smile turns light, playful and he glances down as well, hands moving to work Dick's pants open as well, pushing them down enough to free him. he slides his fingers along his impressive length, then drags his thumb across the head, spreading precum along his finger.]
It's just that I've barely gotten a chance to touch you yet.
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His head drops back on the cushioning again as Jason touches him and an unsteady groan rattles free, held at bay so far but loosed when he feels the slick spread of precome. Dick bites his lip and transfers his hold to Jason's hair, combing through to get a good grip, and his lashes flutter as he looks up at him. It's absolutely not his fault when his cock throbs, twitching eagerly. ]
Go to town, Jay.
[ He doesn't recognise his own voice. ]
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he smiles when Dick grips his hair -he likes that too-, his hand circling around Dick's cock so he can stroke him slowly- as slowly as he was being stroked before. except this time, Jason starts rocking his hips again, finally pressing skin against skin as their cocks slide together, while Jason's mouth gets a turn to leave wet kisses and nips along the older man's neck. ]
Feel good?
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Uh huh ...
[ Clearly the best way to disable Nightwing is to get your hand in his suit, new information for Jason to file away. Dick gathers him in close and basks in the attention, cock beading precome to slick Jason's palm as it rolls over him, his breathing heavier by the stroke. ]
I'm glad ... glad you haven't been with a guy. I get to have you all to myself, ah ...
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[the thing is, that might not just be a line. Jason's had such an intense crush on Dick for so long. everything he's done since he's met this one, it's only heightened that want. Jason's pretty sure Dick can tell by now.
feeling Dick's cock against his is incredible, and he can't help but keep rocking against it more and more. whether it's Dick's hand or his own, he doesn't expect he'll be able to hold out much longer. all of this feels too good, too intense.
it's the way Dick holds him that really sends him reeling, though. he feels safe and wanted in these arms. something he's never felt before]
Fuck... I'm gonna come soon. Gimme your hand.
[he says against Dick's neck, reaching for his hand anyway and moving it back to his cock- both of their cocks- intertwining their fingers so they can stroke each other together.]
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[ That steals his breath, Jason putting the notion in his head that he was waiting for Dick (or his Grayson) to be with. It fires up the rarely seen possessive side that binds him to his partners and makes Dick love them so whole-heartedly, and is the entire reason he uses his arm around Jason and a well-placed knee to lift and push down Jason into the couch in one smooth move. Like this, he can grind him down into the sofa as he kisses him deeply, cradling a thigh and the back of Jason's head while cocks rut and slide in a sweaty, slippery mess between their bellies. It's impatient and dirty, and he loves him like it. ]
You don't need my hand.
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the shift in their positions is wonderfully unexpected, and Jason gasps as he's pressed down against the couch with Dick's weight over him. he lifts his leg up higher against his waist, moaning into the kiss as he rocks up against Dick, unable to hold back a single damn moan.
he doesn't need Dick's hand when he can rut up into him, the feel of their cocks sliding so easily against each other making him feel dizzy with want. it's only a moment after that when he breaks the kiss, crying out as he comes between them, fingers digging into Dick's sides. ]
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