( he likes making dick squirm. knowing it was him that caused that reaction, his name on dick's lips as he grasps desperately for anything he can get his hands on, something to feel solid under his hands, and jason's - giving a soft, pleased hum, mouth pressing against sensitive skin while he pulls his tongue back into his mouth for a moment, drags it against the roof of his mouth before he's opening lips once more and pressing the tip of his tongue against dick's entrance, as if he intends on fucking him with it.
licks over him instead, while jason's hips cant down against the mattress, rutting against it. there's not much feeling to it, not with the cup still on under his jeans, but it's the motion that counts, isn't it? makes him feel a little better despite how hard and aching he is. jason's got a plan in mind now, and he intends on fulfilling it.
slowly, if it means he can get dick to say his name like that again. his tongue runs flat against skin again, and jason's arm curls under dick's hips. slides up until it's high enough he can press the pad of his thumb up against dick's hole, too, and starts slowly pushing in. there's no intention of pushing it too far; he's teasing and enjoying every moment of it. )
You wanna roll over, Dickie? ( jason pulls back only enough to speak, grin evident from his tone. he doesn't have to look down now, jason's enjoying the vision that is dick grayson, head tipped back and fingers scrambling desperately against the bed while jason drives him a little batshit. his tongue drags up this time, pressing against the underside of his balls, nose to his erection. he could stay here all damn day. )
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licks over him instead, while jason's hips cant down against the mattress, rutting against it. there's not much feeling to it, not with the cup still on under his jeans, but it's the motion that counts, isn't it? makes him feel a little better despite how hard and aching he is. jason's got a plan in mind now, and he intends on fulfilling it.
slowly, if it means he can get dick to say his name like that again. his tongue runs flat against skin again, and jason's arm curls under dick's hips. slides up until it's high enough he can press the pad of his thumb up against dick's hole, too, and starts slowly pushing in. there's no intention of pushing it too far; he's teasing and enjoying every moment of it. )
You wanna roll over, Dickie? ( jason pulls back only enough to speak, grin evident from his tone. he doesn't have to look down now, jason's enjoying the vision that is dick grayson, head tipped back and fingers scrambling desperately against the bed while jason drives him a little batshit. his tongue drags up this time, pressing against the underside of his balls, nose to his erection. he could stay here all damn day. )