[One of the biggest things that Dick never does in his struggle for perfection is give up all the hard won control and perfect planning. If this didn't happen to be spur of the moment, then what could truly be counted such. Then there's the fact that there's barely any real control allotted to the older male laying sprawled out on the simple mattress. They're at Jay's place, and Dick's body is at his mercy. If Dick had his way, he would be the one who would get to draw paintings with his mouth across that muscled perfection. It didn't matter if Jay saw it as such or not; Dick certainly did.
For now, Dick could do what he could to make do with what he had. Maybe it took him a little bit, but when he noted a gasp or inhale, Dick began to notice the pattern. If Jay was making Dick's body a minefield of teethmarks and a stunning landmine of hickeys. All of which heralded the fact that Dick's body, when finished would belong to no one other than Jason, Dick figured he might return a small amount of the same. He found the scrapes and bruises on Jason's body and he began to press into them with his fingers.
Dick would elongate one here, and deepen one there. Where there was skin to touch, Dick found it, and marked it in his own way, darkening that which was there and making his own marks. If he couldn't taste Jason the way he wished, then he'd touch him everywhere he could. ]
Lube. Right...
[There was a turn for it, but Dick's eyes were busy feasting on Jay's body as it moved between his legs again. He recalled very well what happened previously. While that was utterly a feat beyond anything Dick had to compare, what was happening here was different and better in ways that he would think about later as he looked at the body Jason created in the mirror. Reaching for the drawer, his fingers missed it when he was tugged. He didn't bother to try again because Dick found his thigh being sucked at, and blood rushed to the surface along with a loud, lingering moan.]
Jesus, fuck. Jason. God. You're going to make me come before you even touch me anywhere.
[It wasn't true, but Dick could feel the way his cock responded, the way blood rushed through his body. All his neurotransmitters sent him through the roof with sensitivities that rocked his body and his hips toward and then back down into the bed, uncertain of how to deal with the pressures of Jay's mouth. The tip of Dick's lip that he'd had in his teeth earlier had bled red, and subsequently wandered along his tongue. He rolled it over his lips and painted them an off color of crimson glancing up at everything he was being given.]
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For now, Dick could do what he could to make do with what he had. Maybe it took him a little bit, but when he noted a gasp or inhale, Dick began to notice the pattern. If Jay was making Dick's body a minefield of teethmarks and a stunning landmine of hickeys. All of which heralded the fact that Dick's body, when finished would belong to no one other than Jason, Dick figured he might return a small amount of the same. He found the scrapes and bruises on Jason's body and he began to press into them with his fingers.
Dick would elongate one here, and deepen one there. Where there was skin to touch, Dick found it, and marked it in his own way, darkening that which was there and making his own marks. If he couldn't taste Jason the way he wished, then he'd touch him everywhere he could. ]
Lube. Right...
[There was a turn for it, but Dick's eyes were busy feasting on Jay's body as it moved between his legs again. He recalled very well what happened previously. While that was utterly a feat beyond anything Dick had to compare, what was happening here was different and better in ways that he would think about later as he looked at the body Jason created in the mirror. Reaching for the drawer, his fingers missed it when he was tugged. He didn't bother to try again because Dick found his thigh being sucked at, and blood rushed to the surface along with a loud, lingering moan.]
Jesus, fuck. Jason. God. You're going to make me come before you even touch me anywhere.
[It wasn't true, but Dick could feel the way his cock responded, the way blood rushed through his body. All his neurotransmitters sent him through the roof with sensitivities that rocked his body and his hips toward and then back down into the bed, uncertain of how to deal with the pressures of Jay's mouth. The tip of Dick's lip that he'd had in his teeth earlier had bled red, and subsequently wandered along his tongue. He rolled it over his lips and painted them an off color of crimson glancing up at everything he was being given.]