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( jason is a liar.

he'll open his mouth and damn everyone in the whole room along with him with his words. he'll make them hurt, lace in poison with every single syllable. he's good at it, which is also why he knows that for their crew? it's always the truth that hits the hardest. he's hurt bruce more with honesty than he ever has with lies, and dick's no different. even this one. but he isn't aiming for hurt this time, even if he's put himself in a great position to.

no, he's wrapping his lips around dick, swallowing him down. lets dick's hand in his hair be what positions him, shoulders going lax as he gives up control. he could move, shift his head back enough to suck in a breath; the hold on him is strong, but it's not enough to really keep jason in place if he decided he wanted out of it. the hand that isn't still staying close to his lower lip moves to press against dick's hip. palm against bare skin, and fingers curling in enough to hold onto him. he's not pushing, not pulling, just - enjoying being able to hold onto him. it's steadying.

cheeks hollow out, and jason's focusing on dick rather than the burn in his lungs that signals he likely needs to take in a breath sometime soon. it's been a while since he's done anything quite like this, but muscle memory's a handy thing to have to lean back on. it's - well, it's not fucking comfortable being down on his knees like this, having a cock pressing down his throat, but it's hot as hell. jason's legs spread a little under him, dropping the hand he'd had below his mouth down between his legs when dick pulls him back. breathes through his nose, eyes closing. his throat convulses when dick presses back in, but jason's swallowing around him instead of following the instinctive urge to pull back. moans around the cock in his mouth and shifts his body forward, palm pressing hard against his jeans over the cup, as if that little bit of friction it gives would do much of anything for him.

let you dig your fingers into my hair and pull me where you want me, he'd promised. and jason's doing exactly that: remaining lax, letting dick decide when he's able to get a breath in, when he wants to press deep, roll hips into jason's mouth. dick's got the big, bad red hood down on his knees in front of him, armor still on, waiting for dick to do with him as he pleases. )