( 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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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. ]