[Sure, Dick likes noises-- the real ones. He enjoys the sharp inhales of breath and quiet sighs as much as any little moan into his mouth. That doesn't mean he won't capture it and hold onto it. Still, he's a master of his senses, all of them and when one of them is taken away, he will use what's left to take his pleasure. Not that he has any worry about Jay offering him anything less than white knuckled, exquisite pleasure at this point.
Another bite is like another stroke with the cane. It brings him closer to that particular place where his endorphins start to kick into overdrive. It takes a lot more for Dick than most people and so they have a ways to go, but with the way Jason sinks his teeth into him toying with him over and over, Dick has to wonder. He doesn't think twice when he groans or inhales sharply, enjoying the way his body feels with every slap of pain, then taunt of slight gratification afterwards.
Uncaring to raise to the taunting this time, Dick merely smiles and then laughs. It dies on his throat when his dick is grabbed and stroked at. Dick breathes out and pushes his hips forward, all the while feeling the heat behind teasing him with what might happen next. Pulling forward from the hand on his ribs, Dick grabs for the bedside and comes back with the lube, sliding it along the bed for Jason. ]
For you, honeykins.
[He turns his head, and blows a kiss.
Licking his lips, Dick drops his head while a shiver runs along the whole of his spine. A gasp he has no control over escapes him when Jason's tongue crosses him once. His back begins to bow because from this vantage there's no where for Dick to go. The man could thrust forward, but that would take him away from the tongue, and to lean back would take him away from the hand. It's a fuckitall situation.
Instead, Dick takes pages from long lessons in exertion and patience all at once. Blowing out air, he he keeps his eyes tightly shut and focuses on exactly what Jason's doing, the sounds, the exact touches, and what it takes to move his tongue through those tiny little puckered muscles. . ]
Shit. Fuck. Jason.
[Shaking his head, he inhales and concentrates. He's in a beautiful landscape in hell, and if he dies this way, he'll have never known better.]
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Another bite is like another stroke with the cane. It brings him closer to that particular place where his endorphins start to kick into overdrive. It takes a lot more for Dick than most people and so they have a ways to go, but with the way Jason sinks his teeth into him toying with him over and over, Dick has to wonder. He doesn't think twice when he groans or inhales sharply, enjoying the way his body feels with every slap of pain, then taunt of slight gratification afterwards.
Uncaring to raise to the taunting this time, Dick merely smiles and then laughs. It dies on his throat when his dick is grabbed and stroked at. Dick breathes out and pushes his hips forward, all the while feeling the heat behind teasing him with what might happen next. Pulling forward from the hand on his ribs, Dick grabs for the bedside and comes back with the lube, sliding it along the bed for Jason. ]
For you, honeykins.
[He turns his head, and blows a kiss.
Licking his lips, Dick drops his head while a shiver runs along the whole of his spine. A gasp he has no control over escapes him when Jason's tongue crosses him once. His back begins to bow because from this vantage there's no where for Dick to go. The man could thrust forward, but that would take him away from the tongue, and to lean back would take him away from the hand. It's a fuckitall situation.
Instead, Dick takes pages from long lessons in exertion and patience all at once. Blowing out air, he he keeps his eyes tightly shut and focuses on exactly what Jason's doing, the sounds, the exact touches, and what it takes to move his tongue through those tiny little puckered muscles. . ]
Shit. Fuck. Jason.
[Shaking his head, he inhales and concentrates. He's in a beautiful landscape in hell, and if he dies this way, he'll have never known better.]