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The apartment was quiet and luckily void of any bats when they made it inside. Roy made a b-line for the couch, falling onto it with tired bones. Jason huffed, leaning against the wall as he unlaced his boots. Roy peeled his mask off and tossed it onto the coffee table, rubbing his temple as he sank deeper into the couch. Jason grimaced, looking at the grime-covered boots the other man still wore, both of Roy’s feet planted firmly on their nice, clean rug. Jason crossed the room, kneeling in front of Roy.
“Is this a proposition?” He asked, his head perking up.
“Nope,” Jason answered as he began unlacing Roy’s boots. “I’m saving our rug.”
“Ah,” Roy sighed, tipping his head back again. “Good call.”
“Do I ever make bad calls?” Jason joked, standing and depositing the boots next to his own.
“I can think of a few times,” Roy replied, earning him a middle finger in his general direction. Jason grabbed Roy’s wrists firmly, hoisting him up to his feet, huffing when Roy's face planted into his chest.
“You’re still doing that?” Jason laughed, running a hand over ginger locks.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Roy asked, leaning back to look Jason in the eyes.
“I don’t know, not much there to break your fall anymore, now you just got your nose against my sternum.” Jason shrugged, trying to stay unfazed by the arms wrapping around his waist. Roy tucked his thumbs into Jason’s belt loops, silently urging him closer.
“Nah, Jaybird,” Roy said with a megawatt smile. “I like it, it’s all you. Plus, I can feel your heart more easily.”
“I don’t know if that’s true,” Jason laughed, trying to act unaffected.
“Shush,” Roy tugged at his belt loops again, not doing much to move them. “Besides, I think the top surgery scars are kinda sexy.” Jason huffed a laugh, ignoring the way Roy worked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.
“What do you want, Roy?” Jason’s words were muffled by Roy’s hair as he ducked his head into the mess of ginger hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.
“You,” Roy said it easily, like it was an obvious conclusion, moving his hands to rest on his belt buckle.
“So very specific.” Jason huffed a laugh, allowing Roy to push and tug him forward to their bedroom.
“You want specifics?” Roy urged him to sit on the edge of the bed as he tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head easily.
“Always,” Jason said with a smile.
“Just lie down, Jay.” Roy shoved at his shoulders, pinning him to the bed. Jason smiled up at him, admiring the way Roy’s shaggy hair hung around him like a dusty red halo.
“You gotta tie your hair up, baby,” Jason reached up and ruffled his hair that was falling out of its ponytail. He leaned back, sitting on Jason’s thighs as he fixed his hair. He tugged at his hair to make sure it was secure before he undid Jason’s belt, patting his hips to urge him to raise them. Jason complied, allowing him to undress him down to his boxers, toeing his socks off himself.
“Okay!” Roy clapped his hands and smiled widely before leaning down, kissing the side of his neck. Jason could feel the smile pressed against him.
“You’re too decent,” Jason groaned, tugging at his shirt. “Go strip.” Jason shoved Roy off him, laughing when he nearly rolled off the bed. He stripped quickly, nearly falling as he tugged off his pants and boxers at once, his shirt still hanging on his arm, dangling on his wrist like a tacky bracelet. He shook the shirt off his arm before stooping to peel off his socks, flipping off Jason when he giggled at him.
Jason grabbed his arm when he rose to his full height, tugging him back into the bed on top of him. Jason kissed up and down Roy’s neck, flattening his tongue and licking across his collar bones before nipping at them lightly. He tugged at Roy’s ponytail before kissing him, smiling when Roy hummed into his mouth. Roy planted his hands firmly on Jason’s shoulders, using them as leverage to sit up, looking down at him with soft eyes.
“You look handsome,” Roy said, squeezing his shoulder, running his hands over his chest.
“So do you, baby.” Jason smiled at him, his contentment fighting back against the tiredness in his body. “Now…Are you gonna sit there and compliment me all night, or do you have other uses for that mouth?”
“I can think of one.” Roy somehow smiled wider, moving his hands down to squeeze Jason’s hips.
He shuffled back awkwardly on his knees, rumpling the charcoal grey sheets under him. He spread Jason’s legs gently as he settled between Jason’s thighs, his thumbs rubbing possessively over his hip bones. He only glanced up at Jason once before he dove in, licking and drooling over his cock. He sucked it into his mouth as he ran his fingers up and down his thighs, squeezing them tightly when Jason moaned or bucked into his mouth. It was Roy’s favorite way to wind down after a patrol, and Jason was never going to complain. He reached down and gripped Roy’s hair, tugging him as if he needed encouragement. When he looked up, his face was covered in Jason’s wetness. He smiled lazily before ducking his head back down, grinding his hips against the mattress and moaning against Jason’s cunt.
Jason closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over him, Roy’s strong hands gripping his thighs, his calluses from years of archer rough against his skin, his breath hot against Jason’s dick. He dropped his head against the pillows as Roy slipped a finger inside of him, adding another soon after. He kissed Jason’s dick sloppily every time he added a finger. He cracked his eyes open again, not holding back his broken moan at the sight of Roy grinding against the mattress as he pressed his face further between Jason’s thighs.
“Roy, baby, I’m gonna…” He trailed off as Roy nodded enthusiastically. He dropped his head back against the pillows, grinding back into his boyfriend's mouth as he moaned, chasing his climax. He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Roy finished, grinding down with a groan.
Roy breathed raggedly as he ran his hands over Jason’s legs, practically making out with the pale skin stretched across his thighs. Jason glanced down as he took in the marks Roy peppered his upper thighs and hips with. He dropped his head again, his head sinking into the pillows as Roy nipped at his hipbone. Jason lay with his arm thrown over his face, his chest rising and falling quickly, as Roy dropped a final kiss to his thigh before crawling back up his boyfriend's body, draping himself over Jason lazily.
Jason swore as he heard the window open and the sound of boots hitting the floor. He drew a sheet up over them so at least Roy’s ass wouldn’t be visible, but didn’t bother doing anything else. If a Bat was going to march around his apartment, unannounced, then they could deal with the consequences just this once. He barely bothered to look at the threshold of the open bedroom door, toying with Roy’s undoing ponytail.
“Ew! What the hell!” Dick groaned, covering his eyes at the right moment as Roy shifted in surprise and the sheet slipped down his back, showing more than Dick would want to see.
“You don’t live here!” Jason shot back, pulling the sheet back up to protect the couple's dwindling shared dignity.
“Why are you naked?” Dick asked mournfully, like an idiot.
“Dick, come on, why do you think?” Roy shot back, grumbling tiredly from his spot on Jason’s chest.
“I don’t want to think!” Dick threw his arms up, turning away from them. “Bruce needs you guys. There was a call from The League. So, for the love of God, please suit up.” Dick turned and walked down the hall, loudly rummaging around in their cupboard, but at least now occupying a different part of the apartment.
“You heard him, big guy,” Jason said tiredly, sitting up as Roy rolled off of him.
“Let's do this,” Roy said dryly, almost tripping as he stood up, scrambling to find his underwear and bow. Jason grimaced as he pulled on his boxers and grabbed his socks.
“Can’t bask in the afterglow, but at least we can save the world.”