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[Leave it to Dick to screw up his wording when he's only trying to say a kind word. It comes from his heart, the only one he has and knows how to work-- and he has no idea of Jay's reaction to it. It's probably something that his Jason would take and feel some way about since Dick was always such an asshole to him growing up. Constantly trying to make up for his mistakes with little notes of thoughtfulness are Dick's nod toward what he knows, not what's in front of him.

It's a stranger with a deadly bite in front of him that he shouldn't be doing this with, but he hasn't said no yet. There's no movement still. There's only that hot breath as it pours over his cock, running up and down the shaft. He can feel blood disseminate making it jump and bang against his stomach, yelling for attention. If he was anywhere else, he'd have had a hand to it by now. Fuck, Dick is still sorely tempted to at least run a few fingers around it.

It might alleviate some of the pressure, and maybe that the horrible temptation of those dark orbs that are barely visible beyond the mask. That temptation that curls into every fractured part of his mind and weaves its tantric spell so very well until all that remains is for Dick to give in, give up.]

Do it.

[The words croak out from very dry lips, and a mouth gone drier still. Dick knows now, as he's always known, he's weak for this with a weak soul. How can he look down at Jason on his knees, kneeling there with his mouth so pretty looking back at him. Reaching out, Dick runs his fingers through Jason's hair several times, brushing it back from his face, a face that makes Dick's heart beat triple as he gazes at it.]

Take the fucking mask off. I want to see your eyes. I want to see you when I fuck your pretty mouth. I'm not letting any anonymous stranger put their mouth on me, I'm fucking you and I want to know it. I want to see all of it.