[Honestly, the last thing that Dick wanted to do was make it more difficult-- but he warned Jason out of the gate that he had no clue what he was doing. He also said straight up front that he was brilliant at fucking things up. Apparently he was right on par there. Not that he had a clue he was already doing it with the way he was touching, kissing, seeking out to try and do his best to give all he knew how to another person.
Dick wasn't a bad lover. He knew he wasn't that. There was talent in his fingers, his mouth. He'd done a lot of things with women. There were ways to touch, to caress. Maybe men were different, how was he supposed to know that Jason preferred something more tangible, a little more harsh, more telling. This was Dick, and he could only do what he knew for now. He could only act on what he had in front of him, and that was this man that took him apart by merely standing there. Jay didn't get it. It didn't take a million touches, or two or three more blowjobs to pull Dick apart piece by piece. It took this. It was all of it, all of him. The ability to touch, to know. Dick was peeling bits of himself away with every kiss, Every touch he gave offered a minor part of himself that he knew he wasn't getting back, and still he did it because he wanted to-- no, needed to on some level. Such a masochist he'd been molded into by the creator's hand. In truth, Dick could blame a billion different things, but at the end of the day, it was only him left standing, alone to atone for all his actions.
Dick easily went into Jason's arms, reactive to the touches offered. His back arched and hips gave way. The red lines down his chest made him look down with abject hunger. The soft flame that lit his loins and had them curling tight and low, began to glow brighter, sharper, all a direct reflection of the way he was touched. Dick's own blunt nails curled into the back of Jay's neck, and dug in tight as he was carried. ]
I want you. I want to taste you, different parts of you, but ultimately I want you, whether you take me, or I take you. I want to fuck. I feel it so ... fuck. I want you. okay, it's hard to think of anything else.
[Finally, Dick's mouth gave way the final truth of what he wanted. It wasn't easy for him to spit it out, but he had an idea in his head of what he wanted. There was an order there. Things in his head, means to an end, but he had to know a few certain facts first. ]
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Dick wasn't a bad lover. He knew he wasn't that. There was talent in his fingers, his mouth. He'd done a lot of things with women. There were ways to touch, to caress. Maybe men were different, how was he supposed to know that Jason preferred something more tangible, a little more harsh, more telling. This was Dick, and he could only do what he knew for now. He could only act on what he had in front of him, and that was this man that took him apart by merely standing there. Jay didn't get it. It didn't take a million touches, or two or three more blowjobs to pull Dick apart piece by piece. It took this. It was all of it, all of him. The ability to touch, to know. Dick was peeling bits of himself away with every kiss, Every touch he gave offered a minor part of himself that he knew he wasn't getting back, and still he did it because he wanted to-- no, needed to on some level. Such a masochist he'd been molded into by the creator's hand. In truth, Dick could blame a billion different things, but at the end of the day, it was only him left standing, alone to atone for all his actions.
Dick easily went into Jason's arms, reactive to the touches offered. His back arched and hips gave way. The red lines down his chest made him look down with abject hunger. The soft flame that lit his loins and had them curling tight and low, began to glow brighter, sharper, all a direct reflection of the way he was touched. Dick's own blunt nails curled into the back of Jay's neck, and dug in tight as he was carried. ]
I want you. I want to taste you, different parts of you, but ultimately I want you, whether you take me, or I take you. I want to fuck. I feel it so ... fuck. I want you. okay, it's hard to think of anything else.
[Finally, Dick's mouth gave way the final truth of what he wanted. It wasn't easy for him to spit it out, but he had an idea in his head of what he wanted. There was an order there. Things in his head, means to an end, but he had to know a few certain facts first. ]