( it's intentional, how he cages dick in. doesn't give him room to move forward or back without missing out on something. he likes the way dick's muscle shifts under his hand, likes knowing he's struggling trying to figure out what the hell he's supposed to do here, because jason - he likes having dick stuck between a rock and a hard place, out of options on how the hell to handle what jason's doing to him. when he's given plenty of room to choose but can't and instead struggles somewhere in the middle, carefully keeping himself still so he neither loses out on the feeling of jason's tongue putting pressure against his hole nor his fingers wrapped around his dick, not enough to get him off but enough to provide him with some friction. )

Mm, yeah. ( it's a non answer. a half-response, given just because he loves the way his name sounds on dick's lips when he's this worked up. jason drags his tongue over dick's entrance one last time, before he's releasing his erection and using his newly freed hand to reach for the lube.

uncaps it and raises himself so he can press his chest against dick's back, leaning against him. he squeezes a liberal amount of lube out onto his index and middle finger, then drops the tube back down and drags those two fingers against dick's ass before gently, gently pressing the tip of his middle finger into him up to the first knuckle. not nearly enough, but enough to tease.

and leans right on over dick, mouthing along the back of his shoulder before he's murmuring soft, )

Y'know, I've always wondered how far I could bend you. I've seen the kinda weird as hell moves you pull on the field. The kinda shit I could never pull off. Too bulky, y'know? 's that gymnast build of yours. ( mouthing off is easy, especially when he's slowly sliding his finger in deeper. ) You think I could fold you in half? Get up on my knees an' bend your knees up to your head, fuck you hard an' make you watch just how deep you're taking me.