"We can talk. After I..." Shit. There's going to be time for everything. They've got three whole fucking days' worth of time for them to talk and fuck, but right now, Dick can barely breathe for wanting. It's like their first time all over again, except it's better because he knows exactly how he feels about Jason. The pain in his lungs, the sweet yearning hunger, is because Dick is head over heels and has been since before they hooked up.
It took him a while to realize that, and he took out the fact that he couldn't adjust to the feelings out on Jason the last time they were together. He didn't react to things the way he should have. He flew off the handle and expected a world of difference. Now, Dick understands. He gets it. The rush that makes his head spin is not only lust. Perhaps he's terrified of the discussion they're going to have and needs this thing to be perfect before he goes there.
"do this.." His lips skirt down Jason's neck, sucking and pulling at the skin. He remembers how Jason used to wear his marks like a brand, like something to be proud of. Dick knows he used to push into the marks, pulling at them to make them last longer, deeper, further. He wanted to remember every second they were together. Yanking the sweatshirt off of Jason, Dick's hand does a deeper dive. It drills home on a nipple, twisting and pulling at it once it's found beneath the flimsy shirt. There's a long, full groan that accompanies that motion, Dick already painfully hard. It's been so, so fucking long.
"Fuck, I want you. I need you. Please tell me that this is okay..."
After is exactly what Jason was hoping Dick would say. Now that he's here and Dick's hands are on him, it's hard to think about anything else. There is also the fact that maybe the thought of talking is more than a little terrifying and he's more than okay with avoiding it for as long as possible.
They both made mistakes before Dick left for vacation. If he's being honest, Jason knows he probably wasn't ready for something so serious at the time, especially with Dick. Dick who has occupied so many of his thoughts in so many different ways for so long. The history and feelings were so deep and complicated it was difficult to untangle. You add that to the steaming hot mess of his own life and yeah, that makes for some really complicated shit. The thing is, Jason is not someone who does casual. He's not sure he can.
How can he ever be casual about this; about the way just kissing Dick leaves him breathless and all he can do is tilt his head when Dick's lips are on his neck and surrender to the way his heart stops and stutters in his chest.
"Dick," he pants, reaching between them to touch him, to palm him over his jeans because he's too impatient to wait. He's got the button to Dick's pants open before he realizes he never actually gave him an answer.
Opening his mouth to scrape his teeth over the material of Jason's shirt, Dick claws at it with his teeth, yanking at the skin and fabric, sucking and pulling as he does. It would be surprising if red didn't appear to blossom and spread along the cotton. Dick is relentless in his pursuit. He doesn't pause until he realizes where Jason's fingers are.
When he's touched, it's like a grenade's landed against his cock. It's fire and wildness. Dick can't help but moan out Jason's name. He, too, is panting when he pulls his head back and looks Jason in the eyes. There's a world in his eyes. He knows the guilt they've both held for crimes committed against one another, things they've both hastily apologized for and agonized over. It's all tangled up in love. Dick had time to release it-- to let it go while he was gone. He will apologize again, but his love is free and only mixed with desire. It might not be the easiest thing to talk about, but it's there strong in his eyes as he gazes at Jason.
"Bedroom. I want - I need, now..." Dick may not be able to put together words. Still, he manages to drag the rest of Jason's shirts off and his own as he pulls them towards his bedroom, banging against walls to take advantage of Jason's lips and how much he desperately needs to be partially one with him as they twist and tangle their tongues.
Before arriving at the hotel, he really worried about leaving Gotham and work for a few days. Now, he's pretty sure a bomb could go off in the middle of Gotham and it wouldn't be enough to pull Jason away. Not from this. Not from Dick.
The way Dick is moaning shamelessly from one touch stokes a fire in him he hasn't felt in a long time, maybe ever. He feels hot all over and desperate as he lets Dick guide them blindly towards the bedroom and he almost trips them both as he struggles to get Dick out of his pants. They stumble against the wall and he's in Dick's space, pressing him there even as Dick is saying 'bedroom'. Jason cuts him off with a kiss, licking into his mouth as if he could devour him right there.
"Fuck, Dick. You're so hard. You really waited for me, huh?" His voice is thick with want as he dips his head to kiss along Dick's neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. As if to accentuate his point, Jason reached down to grip Dick with a quite groan. He was so full in Jason's hand, hot and leaking through the fabric of his briefs.
Knowing there are people behind them to take the pressure off, to watch over Gotham allowed Dick to do something he hasn't in forever-- trust and even relax. One of the things he learned was that he didn't have to be the absolute end game. He didn't have to have his fingers in every pie to make sure it was baked and tasted smooth. This was proof of that.
There was nothing in Dick's mind but Jason. All that mattered was the sound of his breathing, the way his voice sounded within the walls of this beautiful room, the way he smelled, and how it wrapped itself around Dick like a warm blanket already. Dick wanted to keep wrapping himself tight in it until he exploded quietly, or the complete opposite. "Fuck. Jason. Please. I'm going to lose it right here. "
Dick was hard, and there was no denying it. He can't remember going soft since he had that conversation with Jason. He had lost it and showed Jason, but it didn't matter. There was nothing like losing himself inside Jason's body. Only Jason could make him feel like a whole fucking person. Already, Dick was starting to feel the beginnings of it when his mouth was taken and licked through. No one else could do that to him, had ever even come close to making him feel this way.
"Why would I ever want to sleep with another person, Jay? My precious angel?" When they hit the bedroom, Dick scuttled his pants and ripped at Jason's jeans, pulling apart the button and zipper. He'd gotten so much better looking in only a few months, more broad, developed, and Dick thought he might have been seeing things, but even his cock was larger now. "Jesus, Jay. You're bigger everywhere. Fuck me." He groaned and licked over his lips. Reaching low, he let his fingers brush over Jay's briefs, rubbing the exterior with deft, practiced fingers.
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Date: 2024-10-03 07:27 pm (UTC)It took him a while to realize that, and he took out the fact that he couldn't adjust to the feelings out on Jason the last time they were together. He didn't react to things the way he should have. He flew off the handle and expected a world of difference. Now, Dick understands. He gets it. The rush that makes his head spin is not only lust. Perhaps he's terrified of the discussion they're going to have and needs this thing to be perfect before he goes there.
"do this.." His lips skirt down Jason's neck, sucking and pulling at the skin. He remembers how Jason used to wear his marks like a brand, like something to be proud of. Dick knows he used to push into the marks, pulling at them to make them last longer, deeper, further. He wanted to remember every second they were together. Yanking the sweatshirt off of Jason, Dick's hand does a deeper dive. It drills home on a nipple, twisting and pulling at it once it's found beneath the flimsy shirt. There's a long, full groan that accompanies that motion, Dick already painfully hard. It's been so, so fucking long.
"Fuck, I want you. I need you. Please tell me that this is okay..."
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Date: 2024-10-06 12:22 am (UTC)They both made mistakes before Dick left for vacation. If he's being honest, Jason knows he probably wasn't ready for something so serious at the time, especially with Dick. Dick who has occupied so many of his thoughts in so many different ways for so long. The history and feelings were so deep and complicated it was difficult to untangle. You add that to the steaming hot mess of his own life and yeah, that makes for some really complicated shit. The thing is, Jason is not someone who does casual. He's not sure he can.
How can he ever be casual about this; about the way just kissing Dick leaves him breathless and all he can do is tilt his head when Dick's lips are on his neck and surrender to the way his heart stops and stutters in his chest.
"Dick," he pants, reaching between them to touch him, to palm him over his jeans because he's too impatient to wait. He's got the button to Dick's pants open before he realizes he never actually gave him an answer.
"Yes. Yes, this is okay. Please..."
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Date: 2024-10-06 02:08 pm (UTC)When he's touched, it's like a grenade's landed against his cock. It's fire and wildness. Dick can't help but moan out Jason's name. He, too, is panting when he pulls his head back and looks Jason in the eyes. There's a world in his eyes. He knows the guilt they've both held for crimes committed against one another, things they've both hastily apologized for and agonized over. It's all tangled up in love. Dick had time to release it-- to let it go while he was gone. He will apologize again, but his love is free and only mixed with desire. It might not be the easiest thing to talk about, but it's there strong in his eyes as he gazes at Jason.
"Bedroom. I want - I need, now..." Dick may not be able to put together words. Still, he manages to drag the rest of Jason's shirts off and his own as he pulls them towards his bedroom, banging against walls to take advantage of Jason's lips and how much he desperately needs to be partially one with him as they twist and tangle their tongues.
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Date: 2024-10-08 03:00 pm (UTC)The way Dick is moaning shamelessly from one touch stokes a fire in him he hasn't felt in a long time, maybe ever. He feels hot all over and desperate as he lets Dick guide them blindly towards the bedroom and he almost trips them both as he struggles to get Dick out of his pants. They stumble against the wall and he's in Dick's space, pressing him there even as Dick is saying 'bedroom'. Jason cuts him off with a kiss, licking into his mouth as if he could devour him right there.
"Fuck, Dick. You're so hard. You really waited for me, huh?" His voice is thick with want as he dips his head to kiss along Dick's neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. As if to accentuate his point, Jason reached down to grip Dick with a quite groan. He was so full in Jason's hand, hot and leaking through the fabric of his briefs.
"God, you feel better than I even remember..."
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Date: 2024-10-09 01:08 pm (UTC)There was nothing in Dick's mind but Jason. All that mattered was the sound of his breathing, the way his voice sounded within the walls of this beautiful room, the way he smelled, and how it wrapped itself around Dick like a warm blanket already. Dick wanted to keep wrapping himself tight in it until he exploded quietly, or the complete opposite. "Fuck. Jason. Please. I'm going to lose it right here. "
Dick was hard, and there was no denying it. He can't remember going soft since he had that conversation with Jason. He had lost it and showed Jason, but it didn't matter. There was nothing like losing himself inside Jason's body. Only Jason could make him feel like a whole fucking person. Already, Dick was starting to feel the beginnings of it when his mouth was taken and licked through. No one else could do that to him, had ever even come close to making him feel this way.
"Why would I ever want to sleep with another person, Jay? My precious angel?" When they hit the bedroom, Dick scuttled his pants and ripped at Jason's jeans, pulling apart the button and zipper. He'd gotten so much better looking in only a few months, more broad, developed, and Dick thought he might have been seeing things, but even his cock was larger now. "Jesus, Jay. You're bigger everywhere. Fuck me." He groaned and licked over his lips. Reaching low, he let his fingers brush over Jay's briefs, rubbing the exterior with deft, practiced fingers.