[There's every opportunity now and in the future for Jay to slice through Dick with truth. It most certainly wouldn't be the first time he's had his wrists slit by it. Dick knows himself inside and out and has actually gotten better at doing that thing called admitting the truth to himself in the past few months.
He knows this, this action he's taken here; this is a deadly sin, a carnal knowledge that no person should have found out about him and giving it to the very person on their knees in front of him-- Dick knows it to be a grave mistake. That's why his body offers no solace, beyond the obscene pleasure of feeling the tiny friction of a male's chin scrape the underside of his cock when lips curl too far inward once or twice, oh and maybe the most basal knowledge of what it's like to be taken inside a mouth that seems made to drink him down like this.
There it is, a feeling Dick's never felt before. He's never known anyone to do the things that are being done to him, the way they are. Even the positioning of Jay's body says complete and utter submission and surrender, no matter what lie it may be. It bugs Dick on a primal level, honestly. Maybe if he knew him better it would be easier to do this, to take this and tell Jay what a fucking good little cocksucker he was, but the words stick like flypaper in his throat, twisting dry and catching every sweet thing he wants to say.
Tension travels his shoulders, his arms; a phlebotomists dream, where adrenaline forces veins to score them along with his wrists due to the way they grip so tightly to the threads of hair they have wrapped around calloused digits. The quality of pleasure pulls dick's sac tight and makes his legs want to quiver. It's quick and easy to let him lose himself in how easy it is to get off when it's been so long. Honestly, for all Dick's game and talk, Dick hasn't touched his own cock since he left Kory. He's been working so hard on himself that he's tried to hold back. Another reason they're here in this particular position.
Dropping a hand from Jason's hair, Dick pulls Jason all the way back and lets him take a deep breath. He bites his lip and knows that it's not going to be much longer. All the sounds, the moans and the way he can tell that Jay's having trouble controlling his own desire-- it all presses Dick's resolve. He wipes a bit of saliva from Jay's lip and licks it off his finger before pulling him back, holding his cock out to Jay one more time. "I'm gonna come soon. You're really fucking good." He whispers, and begins to let Jason's body take his cock as he rolls against the expert lips in rapture. Dick moans and then his breath catches, and his body stiffens, and he shoves himself hard and deep, several times over down Jay's throat, spilling long ropes of white as far down as he can on a cry of Jason's name, until Dick can't give any more and falls backwards against the door to hold him. ]
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He knows this, this action he's taken here; this is a deadly sin, a carnal knowledge that no person should have found out about him and giving it to the very person on their knees in front of him-- Dick knows it to be a grave mistake. That's why his body offers no solace, beyond the obscene pleasure of feeling the tiny friction of a male's chin scrape the underside of his cock when lips curl too far inward once or twice, oh and maybe the most basal knowledge of what it's like to be taken inside a mouth that seems made to drink him down like this.
There it is, a feeling Dick's never felt before. He's never known anyone to do the things that are being done to him, the way they are. Even the positioning of Jay's body says complete and utter submission and surrender, no matter what lie it may be. It bugs Dick on a primal level, honestly. Maybe if he knew him better it would be easier to do this, to take this and tell Jay what a fucking good little cocksucker he was, but the words stick like flypaper in his throat, twisting dry and catching every sweet thing he wants to say.
Tension travels his shoulders, his arms; a phlebotomists dream, where adrenaline forces veins to score them along with his wrists due to the way they grip so tightly to the threads of hair they have wrapped around calloused digits. The quality of pleasure pulls dick's sac tight and makes his legs want to quiver. It's quick and easy to let him lose himself in how easy it is to get off when it's been so long. Honestly, for all Dick's game and talk, Dick hasn't touched his own cock since he left Kory. He's been working so hard on himself that he's tried to hold back. Another reason they're here in this particular position.
Dropping a hand from Jason's hair, Dick pulls Jason all the way back and lets him take a deep breath. He bites his lip and knows that it's not going to be much longer. All the sounds, the moans and the way he can tell that Jay's having trouble controlling his own desire-- it all presses Dick's resolve. He wipes a bit of saliva from Jay's lip and licks it off his finger before pulling him back, holding his cock out to Jay one more time. "I'm gonna come soon. You're really fucking good." He whispers, and begins to let Jason's body take his cock as he rolls against the expert lips in rapture. Dick moans and then his breath catches, and his body stiffens, and he shoves himself hard and deep, several times over down Jay's throat, spilling long ropes of white as far down as he can on a cry of Jason's name, until Dick can't give any more and falls backwards against the door to hold him. ]