Date: 2024-03-17 05:07 am (UTC)

reneger: (turned all the mirrors around.)
From: [personal profile] reneger
( he's here. he's moved into dick's space of his own free will, which counts for a lot. there's a lot of shit he and dick should probably talk about, eventually. the differences between them, the expectations built off of other selves that don't quite match up. he's certain dick's running everything he knows about his jason against him, which is fair. they've got the same name, a similar background, they were both robin.

it's the robin connection that still binds them. it's dick's name, passed through five different brats by jason's time, six if you count duke - which, considering duke doesn't like being counted as a robin, jason generally doesn't. but dick grayson always counts. this one's different, older, more visibly sharp whereas the grayson had been familiar with worked hard to sand down the edges. he's different. it makes this feel easier, in a way.

easy enough that when dick stands up and presses against jason, jason's leaning into him. tilts his neck back to give dick more room to work with and reaches behind himself to grab onto the elasticy fabric of his shirt, starts yanking it up and off of his head. the kevlar's thicker in parts of it, strapped tight together in others to help lessen the number of weak spots in his armor, but it's all the same piece which makes pulling it off significantly easier than if it wasn't. it slides up his abdomen as he pulls back out of dick's reach just long enough to yank it up and off of his head, dropping it, too, down onto the coffee table before jason's takes a step forward and - presses right up against dick, chest-to-chest.

he's covered in scars, but jason doubts any of that is surprising. flash burns, cigarette burns, bullet wounds, plenty of places where someone's managed to dig something sharp and pointy into him, some mangled and making it clear where jason had to stitch and then restitch because he refused to sit down and let it heal first and instead pulled his work loose. the thick line across the right side of his neck, where bruce had sliced through his throat.

nothing worth pausing over.

with his own shirt removed, jason slides his hand back and under dick's shirt, fingers moving up to fit over his ribcage. )


You said you wanted it to be different. Wanna elaborate?
Date: 2024-03-18 12:39 am (UTC)

reneger: (did i miss something?)
From: [personal profile] reneger
( dick presses in close, and jason's wrapping around him as best as he can: one arm around his ribcage still, the other raising to thread fingers through dick's hair just above his ear as he presses kisses along jason's shoulder. he's quiet, for a moment. letting that sit between them, because dick's - well, he's right. he doesn't know jason. or he does in some ways, but clearly doesn't in others. )

I told you before that I don't have time to fuck around, an' I meant it. ( it's quiet, voice a little unsure. dick may have admitted to a big secret earlier, but he's getting an equally large one out of jason. ) I wouldn't've just blown anyone like that. Hell, I haven't done that in, ( lips press together into a thin line, thinking. ) years. I don't let people touch me, and I sure as hell don't let them fuck my face.

( it's - a trust thing. a being vulnerable in front of another human being. dick isn't just anyone, it wasn't nothing to jason, nor is this. )

You want me to show you? See how it feels when it's with another guy? I can. But 's not gonna just--be dicking around. Not for me.

( he could really get into it. go into depth about his trust issues, go into why he's got them, but jason's fairly certain dick doesn't need a play-by-play. he's not wrong in jason not being ready for any kind of relationship, but, hell - all of his relationships that he's had have gotten people killed, tortured, kidnapped into space, or thrown into black holes. and none of those had even gone anywhere at that point. because jason--he pines. he'll crush hard on someone for years, pretend that maybe, possibly it could go somewhere - and the moment he catches an inkling of it potentially becoming something, he either fucks off and ruins it himself or the world ruins it for him.

jason todd doesn't do relationships, because he ruins everything he touches. )
Date: 2024-03-25 01:41 am (UTC)

reneger: (never needed permission.)
From: [personal profile] reneger
( his neck is usually a bit of a sore spot; it's an easy place to damage, and one that bruce himself has fucked up enough to make jason--hesitant about letting any other bat near it. but dick reaches out for him, massages fingers against the back of his neck, and it feels good.

it might be how fucking touch-starved he is, but he's not psychoanalyzing himself. that's just asking for trouble, and jason gets himself into enough of it as-is without digging into all his emotional problems.

not that this is doing him much better. dick touches him, and jason's melting into it. his shoulders slouch, his body angles itself a little closer to dick, pressing into the hand at his hip and the one at the back of his neck. closes his eyes as he lets dick touch him. enjoys it for the moment, even if he doesn't trust this to last worth shit. either he'll ruin it, or dick'll fuck off on him, or any other fun combination of life-ruining bullshit that follows jason everywhere he goes. it's always a risk. it's always something that happens, but jason knows he's desperate enough to risk it anyway.

that he craves affection like this even if he knows it'll ruin him in the end. that he wants it desperately, enough he'll risk fucking himself over. that his warning to dick about jason running away was more right than he cares to admit, because chances of it happening are extremely high still, even though he's pressing into dick, leaning close. because he wants it but he knows it'll ruin them.

dick leans in for a kiss, and jason melts into that too. raises his hand to cup the side of dick's neck, palm pressing against where it curves into his shoulder. there's no real pressure, it's just--touch, gentle and easy as he hums against dick's lips.

pulls back when he nips at his lips, just enough so he can speak. )


What do you want? Or do you wanna--wing it?

( haha, get it? nightwing, winging it. )
Date: 2024-03-28 11:18 pm (UTC)

reneger: (all these things that i've done.)
From: [personal profile] reneger
( he already feels good. a little overwhelmed, maybe, to have dick's attention focused on him like this. and to not have been given a clear pathway to what dick wants, exactly. i don't know enough, he says, which puts more pressure on jason to make sure he doesn't somehow fuck this up. if dick had asked for a blowjob, jason would have been all over that. a handjob, even, if he wanted to shove jason up against a wall and fuck him hard, or wanted jason to put him down to bed and take him apart so slowly he was shaking by the end of it - jason knows how to do that. showing someone, going through soft touches while dick works to map out his body, finding scar tissue while also being careful to avoid any of the messier ones. this, jason doesn't know how to.

teeth dig into his lower lip as a shudder wracks through his spine when dick's tongue licks over skin, but it's not--it's not because he's not enjoying it, but the opposite.

jason likes soft touches almost as much as he enjoys going hard enough he doesn't have to stop and thing. it's just - it complicates shit. it makes it harder for him, because he's not running on adrenaline. fingers grip harder onto dick, blunt nails digging into flesh before he loosens his hold and instead drags nails down over dick's chest until he can grasp hold of him by his hips. )


Bed.

( it's less asking, more telling before his grip tightens and he's pulling dick in closer still, fingers holding on tight to lift him off the ground if dick will allow jason hold onto him. dick's about the same height as he is, but jason's got a shitton of muscle over him and has lugged around heavier. he's moving to wrap an arm around dick's thighs, to pull him up and close so jason can cart the both of them over towards the mattress. )
reneger: (pic#11802607)
From: [personal profile] reneger
( he likes the weight. feeling dick against him, knowing it's jason holding him up currently, that if he let go, dick'd--well, he'd catch himself, but he's trusting jason not to let him go. and jason's moaning soft against dick's mouth, barely audible but enough dick can feel it. jason doesn't watch where he's going, not when he's got his full attention on dick, but it doesn't matter. the safehouse is small enough, there's no stairs to cross, he can make it over to his bed with minimal issues. once his shins hit the mattress, jason drops himself forward and down, moving one hand off of dick's thighs so he can press that palm against the mattress beside dick's head.

boxing him in, but not crowding him too much. his knees stay on the bed so he's not pushing all his weight down onto dick, spreading wide enough to make room for dick's own between them if he chooses to lower them from around jason's waist.

grins down at him, once he's pulled himself up enough to look down to him. it doesn't quite reach his eyes, but he's working on it. )


You don't want me to wrap my hand around both of us and jack us off together? Or push your thighs together an' get off between 'em? Use you while you're squirming?

( fake confidence, he can do. he's feeling a little more settled now that he's got leverage over dick again, more like he can fake his way through figuring out whatever he's--doing with this. mouthing off has always been one of jason's better talents.

it's just the follow-through he gets nervous with. )
Date: 2024-04-08 11:23 pm (UTC)

reneger: (turned all the mirrors around.)
From: [personal profile] reneger
( dick rocks up against him and god, jason loves the feeling of how wrapped around him he is. strong thighs around his waist, fingers digging hard into his hair as dick shoves his tongue into his mouth, and jason's shuddering from the sensation of it. from how perfect dick feels in his arms, to how bossy he is - how he bites and nips and licks and demands and it's - if the moan spilling from his lips has anything to say about it, jason's certainly enjoying himself. )

's all real, y'know. But I hear you. ( he leans in a little closer, just for a moment. nips at dick's jawline hard enough to leave teeth imprints behind in his skin, then lowers a hand down to push gently at dick's hip. jason'd love to stay wrapped up in him forever, to rut against each other just like this until they made a mess of themselves, but dick is being needy, and who is he to tell him no? especially when dick's demands align with what he wants. jason shimmies down the mattress as best as he can, leaving bitemarks and bruises along dick's neck and chest as he goes. intent on lowering himself down between dick's legs. if he wants to feel something deep, jason's going to take his time prepping him for it. )
Date: 2024-04-11 09:24 pm (UTC)

reneger: (pic#13836917)
From: [personal profile] reneger
( 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. )
Date: 2024-04-12 11:33 pm (UTC)

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From: [personal profile] reneger
( 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. )
Date: 2024-04-16 11:36 pm (UTC)

reneger: (we don't deal with outsiders very well.)
From: [personal profile] reneger
( 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. )
Date: 2024-04-22 07:27 pm (UTC)

reneger: (you know i wanna keep you around.)
From: [personal profile] reneger
( 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. )
Date: 2024-04-25 11:25 pm (UTC)

reneger: (turned all the mirrors around.)
From: [personal profile] reneger
( 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.
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