( he likes the taste of dick against his tongue (ha) more than jason'll care to admit to out loud. loves digging his teeth into him, biting and nipping and sucking marks into his skin, scraping teeth against his ribcage with a soft, pleased hum when fingertips dig into one of the more recent scrapes he's got on his back. jason could keep this up for hours, tasting every inch of dick, memorizing every scar he doesn't recognize, every new mark, the noises that pass dick's lips as jason slides down further, finds new skin to explore. )
Compliments'll get you everywhere.
( his voice is teasing, rough around the edges, and jason's - tipping his head back to look up to dick as he gets his weight up onto his knees between dick's thighs. grips onto pants to undo them for the second time tonight, so he can yank them and his underclothes down legs and off. they're in his way. and the grin that curls up the corners of jason's kiss-swollen lips reflects that same teasing tone; the tense line of his shoulders has loosened some, he knows what he's doing, he can manage this. )
Drawer to your right's got lube in it. Whenever you manage to get that way, don't rush on my account. ( because he's comfortable down here, thanks. dick said he wants more, he wants to feel something deep, and jason'll give it to him. eventually. right now? he's wrapping arms around dick's thighs, yanking him down the mattress a little as jason ducks down to start nipping at the inside of his legs, leaving a similar trail to the one he'd left down dick's stomach. )
[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.]
( jason's very intentionally avoiding going anywhere near dick's cock. not because he doesn't want it, because hell - he'd love to get this mouth back on him, to swallow him down once more, to pull back just enough as he comes to gather his seed on his tongue, to show it to dick before he curls his tongue into the other's mouth and makes him taste himself. he would, but he knows damn well that grayson's just going to bitch because he'd asked for something specific, not that.
(which, really, jason appreciates. having guidelines, knowing what someone wants, being told where they want shit to go makes it easier. he knows where to focus his attention, doesn't have to stress so much about fucking it up. maybe he'd hate it if dick tried to tell him what to do in any other scenario, but this is different.)
dick tries and fails to grapple for the drawer, which jason doesn't mind. his mouth presses right up against the inside of dick's thigh, close enough to his cock his jawline brushes against it, but jason - skips right over it still. shifts instead, to bite a line against his hip and sucks hard until dick's skin is red from it.
pulls back for a moment, fingers gripping tight onto his leg. )
If you come, I'll get you hard again. ( a cheeky little grin gets thrown dick's way, as jason noses in against his stomach. ) Or I'll fuck you anyway. You've been asking so nicely, I'd just hate to ruin it for you.
( his tone's light, playful. the grip on dick's thigh loosens so jason can slip both arms under dick's ass, weight on his elbows under him, and - closes his eyes as he pulls dick's balls into his mouth for just a moment, teasing, before he drags the flat of his tongue down further, against his hole. he'd promised to fuck dick, he hadn't said he wouldn't take his time in getting there. )
[There's teasing and then there's a little bit of the ninth rings, and Dick feels that he's somewhere around ring seven right now. Problem being, he can't even recall what ring that is because how how fucked up Jason's got his body feeling. He wouldn't have minded Jason's mouth around his cock. Sure, he didn't want to get off that way completely at first, but it wasn't like he said do not go forth and touch mine dick. Fuck that shit. His cock is weeping for attention, and right after the performance it gave not that long ago, Dick would consider what's going on pretty generous.
Then again, what Jay's doing to his body is overly generous as well. All of those pain-pleasure barriers have been wasted away, Dick has been doing his damnedest to share his enthusiasm in every manner conceivable. He's no pretty pillow princess. There's been plenty of moans, but there's been grappling and digging as well. Dick's nails were dragging through Jason's scalp before he pulled back. ]
Fuck...
[It was barely perceptible as he scanned over the body that hovered above him. Jason was priceless, so absolutely stunning and not even completely nude yet. Fuck if Dick didn't want to see every blasted inch of that body on display in front of him. He almost whined at the thought, but then Jason brought down his mouth around Dick's sack and the man stilled. Nothing makes a man still quicker than having his balls sucked on. It felt incredible, and he closed his eyes and concentrated, but then the sensation was gone. ]
Really---- The- holy, fuck. oh dear jesus, jason.
[No one, and that was absolutely not a single one of his ex-girlfriends had ever asked, or even thought to ask about doing what Jay was doing now. Dick had nothing to compare the feeling of having the nerves of his tight entrance licked across. They all sent simultaneous sensations straight to his already aching sac, through his cock and then outward. It was like every part of his brain lit up. He had no idea that such a pleasure existed, and fuck did he want more. Dick's fingers scrambled for whatever bed-sheets they could find and gripped at them tightly. He knew this was going to be a new roller coaster ride. He tipped his head back and let it all come to him now. His smart pithy responses were dead on his lips for the time being, but that didn't mean they were gone.]
( 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. )
[It's like the world flipped over and suddenly all the things that Dick thought he knew for sure, suddenly weren't. He was so very used to holding all that control and now he'd handed it over to let himself be taken apart piece by fucking pieced. There wasn't going to be enough of him left to put back together when Jason was done, and even with his head spinning, enthralled by this new onslaught to his nervous system, Dick had the wherewithal to put that two and two together.
He was so royally screwed, but fuck he was going to love getting there.
Closing his eyes, Dick could hear the faint uptick in Jason's breathing the way he inhaled as he licked his lips, or was he getting ready to tease Dick's ass again. It was hard to know. Whatever it was, Dick was almost sure there was a measured bar of excitement to what was happening. No wonder he felt like he was drowning. Jay knew what he was doing, and Dick should have known better. He had asked for this, begged for this and now he was going to live in service to this, dying on his knees so that he could feel it again. Sure, he'd do his best to cover his tracks when he could, but already the scratches were made.
Feeling the tongue again, Dick gasped and shuddered. He was half ready for it this time and he wanted more. He wanted the depth that he knew was coming. ] More, Jason. Fuck. I want more..
[It was a feeble attempt and even Dick knew it. The sheets in his fists curled and uncurled now as he let out a breath. He was almost relaxed and then there was the edge of a thumb, and an arm under his back. Dick would knot himself in two if it would help, but flipping himself over meant that there would be no more direct eye contact, and no skin to skin for the time being. He huffed, and glanced down. ]
Not if you call me Dickie, little jayjay. Two of us can make up horrible nick names. Let's not.
[it was said with an undercurrent of a smile, and when Dick rolled up-- completely folding himself in half, He pulled Jason up by the hair and smashed their mouths together for a messy, biting kiss that gave him a world of flavors to savor before he twisted at the waist and rolled over in a move more befitting a caterpillar than a man. ]
( demands made, and jason slides back enough to give dick room to move. snorts at the little jayjay comment, but he's giving dick time to reach up and smash their mouths together. moans against lips in a way that's half for show, just because he's pretty sure dick likes it when he's noisy, and while jason's not - naturally inclined to be loud, he can be. his tongue licks over his upper teeth after dick's pulled away and starts worming his way over before jason's leaning back down and biting a mark just below dick's hipbone. )
You don't like Dickie? But it works so well with you. Dickiebird, Dickieboy, y'know. ( a shake of his head, to push fussed hair away from his face, and jason's putting his weight up onto his knees. presses a hand to dick's ribcage, so he can slide it back to his hip and pull him up onto his knees. bites another mark into a cheek, then slides his hand down to wrap fingers around dick's cock. gives it a few dry strokes, while he noses in closer. )
There's so much worse shit I could call you, sweetheart. You'll wanna try for the lube again here soon.
( unfortunately for jason, his mouth's a little busy, so he doesn't go through every terrible nickname he could think of for dick and instead tightens his fingers around his cock - not enough to hurt, just enough so he can feel the pressure before jason licks his tongue across his hole again. his other hand braces his weight on dick's hip, using it to keep himself from falling face-first into dick's ass (not that it'd be a terrible place to be, just, you know, slightly inconvenient for what he's going for) while he presses the tip of his tongue into him. )
[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.]
( 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.
[Leave it to the master of choices to give Dick one that leaves him mostly tortured, stuck between two choices that leave him utterly hapless, and feeling like he's so incapable all he can do is stop and hang in the middle moaning out Jason's name like a plea to the minor, or major sex gods. Dick doesn't even see what Jason's done to him, but instead only plays out his mark. He's eager to be led straight into the place that Jason wants for him.
A little like a lamb led to slaughter, Dick lays happily on his knees before his chosen place of worship. All the encouragement he could ever need bleed through his nerves like water along muslin, absorbing all the best parts and filtering out the rest. When Dick feels the tongue and hand suddenly disappear, he's not sure how to feel all of a sudden. Bereft, for only the briefest of moments-- He's almost certain of what's to come, but what had been was so nice, that it leaves him only waiting for more, a lot more.
Then there's the impending pressure, twisting and pushing. His body angles against it and with it only that deep, his first reaction is to angle for more, to ask for more. It's like Dick's body only has the decency to want to bear down and push against whatever it is. Dick knows that he's got to relax, because eventually it will come.
It's Jason's body pressed against his back that does it. It's what makes him forget that overwhelming desire for more right this very second. That dark gravel whispering in his ear about bending him over. Biting his lip, Dick's body still pushes back, giving him away. He wants it to fill his body at least once so he has a mind for it-- he wants to feel some fullness, some point where the internal presence takes and pulls inward as much as it pushes outwards
Eventually it hits, and Dick relaxes a step. He exhales and reminds himself that there's a lot more to come, but anything was better than a mere knuckle. Turning his head, he smirks. ]
I'd love to see your cock in my ass. I'm as flexible as you want me to be for you, baby. I'll take everything you want to give me and then some.
[Inhaling, Dick wants more already. He's determined to feel what it's like to take Jason's dick inside him. He knows so much more is coming, and fuck does he want it. ]
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Compliments'll get you everywhere.
( his voice is teasing, rough around the edges, and jason's - tipping his head back to look up to dick as he gets his weight up onto his knees between dick's thighs. grips onto pants to undo them for the second time tonight, so he can yank them and his underclothes down legs and off. they're in his way. and the grin that curls up the corners of jason's kiss-swollen lips reflects that same teasing tone; the tense line of his shoulders has loosened some, he knows what he's doing, he can manage this. )
Drawer to your right's got lube in it. Whenever you manage to get that way, don't rush on my account. ( because he's comfortable down here, thanks. dick said he wants more, he wants to feel something deep, and jason'll give it to him. eventually. right now? he's wrapping arms around dick's thighs, yanking him down the mattress a little as jason ducks down to start nipping at the inside of his legs, leaving a similar trail to the one he'd left down dick's stomach. )
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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.]
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(which, really, jason appreciates. having guidelines, knowing what someone wants, being told where they want shit to go makes it easier. he knows where to focus his attention, doesn't have to stress so much about fucking it up. maybe he'd hate it if dick tried to tell him what to do in any other scenario, but this is different.)
dick tries and fails to grapple for the drawer, which jason doesn't mind. his mouth presses right up against the inside of dick's thigh, close enough to his cock his jawline brushes against it, but jason - skips right over it still. shifts instead, to bite a line against his hip and sucks hard until dick's skin is red from it.
pulls back for a moment, fingers gripping tight onto his leg. )
If you come, I'll get you hard again. ( a cheeky little grin gets thrown dick's way, as jason noses in against his stomach. ) Or I'll fuck you anyway. You've been asking so nicely, I'd just hate to ruin it for you.
( his tone's light, playful. the grip on dick's thigh loosens so jason can slip both arms under dick's ass, weight on his elbows under him, and - closes his eyes as he pulls dick's balls into his mouth for just a moment, teasing, before he drags the flat of his tongue down further, against his hole. he'd promised to fuck dick, he hadn't said he wouldn't take his time in getting there. )
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Then again, what Jay's doing to his body is overly generous as well. All of those pain-pleasure barriers have been wasted away, Dick has been doing his damnedest to share his enthusiasm in every manner conceivable. He's no pretty pillow princess. There's been plenty of moans, but there's been grappling and digging as well. Dick's nails were dragging through Jason's scalp before he pulled back. ]
Fuck...
[It was barely perceptible as he scanned over the body that hovered above him. Jason was priceless, so absolutely stunning and not even completely nude yet. Fuck if Dick didn't want to see every blasted inch of that body on display in front of him. He almost whined at the thought, but then Jason brought down his mouth around Dick's sack and the man stilled. Nothing makes a man still quicker than having his balls sucked on. It felt incredible, and he closed his eyes and concentrated, but then the sensation was gone. ]
Really---- The- holy, fuck. oh dear jesus, jason.
[No one, and that was absolutely not a single one of his ex-girlfriends had ever asked, or even thought to ask about doing what Jay was doing now. Dick had nothing to compare the feeling of having the nerves of his tight entrance licked across. They all sent simultaneous sensations straight to his already aching sac, through his cock and then outward. It was like every part of his brain lit up. He had no idea that such a pleasure existed, and fuck did he want more. Dick's fingers scrambled for whatever bed-sheets they could find and gripped at them tightly. He knew this was going to be a new roller coaster ride. He tipped his head back and let it all come to him now. His smart pithy responses were dead on his lips for the time being, but that didn't mean they were gone.]
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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. )
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He was so royally screwed, but fuck he was going to love getting there.
Closing his eyes, Dick could hear the faint uptick in Jason's breathing the way he inhaled as he licked his lips, or was he getting ready to tease Dick's ass again. It was hard to know. Whatever it was, Dick was almost sure there was a measured bar of excitement to what was happening. No wonder he felt like he was drowning. Jay knew what he was doing, and Dick should have known better. He had asked for this, begged for this and now he was going to live in service to this, dying on his knees so that he could feel it again. Sure, he'd do his best to cover his tracks when he could, but already the scratches were made.
Feeling the tongue again, Dick gasped and shuddered. He was half ready for it this time and he wanted more. He wanted the depth that he knew was coming. ] More, Jason. Fuck. I want more..
[It was a feeble attempt and even Dick knew it. The sheets in his fists curled and uncurled now as he let out a breath. He was almost relaxed and then there was the edge of a thumb, and an arm under his back. Dick would knot himself in two if it would help, but flipping himself over meant that there would be no more direct eye contact, and no skin to skin for the time being. He huffed, and glanced down. ]
Not if you call me Dickie, little jayjay. Two of us can make up horrible nick names. Let's not.
[it was said with an undercurrent of a smile, and when Dick rolled up-- completely folding himself in half, He pulled Jason up by the hair and smashed their mouths together for a messy, biting kiss that gave him a world of flavors to savor before he twisted at the waist and rolled over in a move more befitting a caterpillar than a man. ]
Your wish is my command, babe.
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You don't like Dickie? But it works so well with you. Dickiebird, Dickieboy, y'know. ( a shake of his head, to push fussed hair away from his face, and jason's putting his weight up onto his knees. presses a hand to dick's ribcage, so he can slide it back to his hip and pull him up onto his knees. bites another mark into a cheek, then slides his hand down to wrap fingers around dick's cock. gives it a few dry strokes, while he noses in closer. )
There's so much worse shit I could call you, sweetheart. You'll wanna try for the lube again here soon.
( unfortunately for jason, his mouth's a little busy, so he doesn't go through every terrible nickname he could think of for dick and instead tightens his fingers around his cock - not enough to hurt, just enough so he can feel the pressure before jason licks his tongue across his hole again. his other hand braces his weight on dick's hip, using it to keep himself from falling face-first into dick's ass (not that it'd be a terrible place to be, just, you know, slightly inconvenient for what he's going for) while he presses the tip of his tongue into him. )
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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.]
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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.
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A little like a lamb led to slaughter, Dick lays happily on his knees before his chosen place of worship. All the encouragement he could ever need bleed through his nerves like water along muslin, absorbing all the best parts and filtering out the rest. When Dick feels the tongue and hand suddenly disappear, he's not sure how to feel all of a sudden. Bereft, for only the briefest of moments-- He's almost certain of what's to come, but what had been was so nice, that it leaves him only waiting for more, a lot more.
Then there's the impending pressure, twisting and pushing. His body angles against it and with it only that deep, his first reaction is to angle for more, to ask for more. It's like Dick's body only has the decency to want to bear down and push against whatever it is. Dick knows that he's got to relax, because eventually it will come.
It's Jason's body pressed against his back that does it. It's what makes him forget that overwhelming desire for more right this very second. That dark gravel whispering in his ear about bending him over. Biting his lip, Dick's body still pushes back, giving him away. He wants it to fill his body at least once so he has a mind for it-- he wants to feel some fullness, some point where the internal presence takes and pulls inward as much as it pushes outwards
Eventually it hits, and Dick relaxes a step. He exhales and reminds himself that there's a lot more to come, but anything was better than a mere knuckle. Turning his head, he smirks. ]
I'd love to see your cock in my ass. I'm as flexible as you want me to be for you, baby. I'll take everything you want to give me and then some.
[Inhaling, Dick wants more already. He's determined to feel what it's like to take Jason's dick inside him. He knows so much more is coming, and fuck does he want it. ]