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Jason didn’t usually find himself digging into Richard’s life as a crime lord. Not only because - well, as an English professor - their lives couldn’t have been further apart in terms of career obligations, but also because it felt nice to be able to supply his boyfriend with a safe space. Ya know? A time and area in his life where Richard could stop worrying about the criminal scum of Gotham, could stop worrying about how many people he did or didn’t save, could stop worrying about how many orphaned children he kept running into, could stop worrying about the working ladies not making it home after being taken by a client, could stop worrying about all of the chaos in his life! Don’t get Jason wrong, he understood the importance of Richard’s busy schedule, and any protesting that he used to have was easily silenced when he was able to see - directly - the impact that it had on Gotham. It wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, sure, but Jason wasn’t blind enough to register Richard’s hard work as nothing more than vain endeavors.
Just look at how Batman handled the streets! He had people going in and out of Arkham as if they were on one of those mechanical belts that carried airport luggage. It was fine having hope that some people could be redeemed, but how many innocent people needed to die before Batman realized that in order for that to happen, those people wanted to TRY redeeming themselves?! For fucks’ sake, the day someone like The Joker or Black Mask willingly tried to better themselves would be the day that Jason willingly burned down a homeless shelter. At least with Richard, the job got done. Hardcore criminals were taken off the streets - murderers were less confident about sprees, rapists learned that CONSENT was the healthier option, and traffickers hadn’t dared enter Gotham borders for the past seven months or so! It was bloodier compared to Batman’s methodology, Jason wouldn’t lie, but something told him that spilling evil blood was more preferable to innocent blood.
Anyway, considering all of the shit that went down in Richard’s life, Jason liked keeping some of that outside of their bed if it could be helped. However, tonight, Richard’s appearance practically demanded that Jason confront him about his day. Look, Jason was used to seeing Richard coming in injured - that came with the job and everything. Bullet wounds? As long as Richard wasn’t dying from having something vital hit, then Jason would help patch him up before smacking him upside the head for treating gunmen like a game of tag. Richard handled most of his own stitching though. Bruises? Jason would admit that he was fond of kissing them before diving into a two-hour-long lecture on how Richard should really look into finishing fights quickly so that he didn’t look like he had just come out of a meat grinder when getting home. Jason was worried, ok?! There wasn’t much to it! Cuts and broken bones? Ok, in that department, Richard had learned that visiting his personal medical aid was preferable to walking up to Jason with several dislocated bones. Try as he might, Jason just never got the hang of setting things right. Frankly, Richard never wanted him to either. With other wounds, it was usually a matter of being cleaned and dressed.
Coming in with, practically, his entire outfit in tatters?! Even the armor had been messed with. What the fuck did Richard do, climb into the tigers’ den at the zoo to see who was stronger? That was just animal cruelty right there and Jason refused to believe that he had agreed to date someone who indulged in animal abuse.
“Hey, love.” Richard had the audacity to smile at Jason after removing his iconic red mask. Recently, he had gone with the one that looked more like a muzzle, finding himself fond of a smaller domino mask over a heavy red helmet for when he was working. Both kept his identity pretty hidden no matter what, though that was also disregarding the fact that no one would believe it if someone ran to the police station and claimed that Richard John Grayson, the DEAD ward of Bruce Wayne, was the Red Hood. Just…no. “Sorry I’m back late. Had a bit of a scuffle with one of Oracle’s new drones.”
“Drones?” Jason wasn’t an expert on drones or bots of any kind, but he was pretty sure that if their goal was to fight and defeat their target, damn near stripping said target wasn’t how they’d go about that. The fact that they were drones that belonged to Oracle, Richard’s ex-girlfriend, didn’t exactly fill Jason with joy. Not to make himself sound like the jealous romantic partner who didn’t trust their boyfriend, but sometimes Jason felt like Oracle was trying to get back with Richard as opposed to ONLY being interested in pulling Red Hood to the Bat’s side. Don’t ask him why he came to that conclusion, there was too much evidence to go over. Also, it was worth noting that aside from a couple of bruises on Richard’s shoulders and abdomen, he was decently clear. Old scars here and there, but nothing new for the night. Some fight it must have been for THAT to be the outcome. “And how, pray tell, did you deal with these drones?”
“Oh man, oh man, oh man! Love, you will not believe the story I have for you.” Richard approached Jason in his usual cheery manner, placing a loving kiss on the other man’s temple before grabbing hold of Jason’s shoulder. He gently squeezed it, nonverbally asking for Jason to follow him. Technically, Jason was hoping to get ahead on grading since he knew that some of his students would be procrastinating with the next project. What should he have expected after intentionally inserting a long, tedious group study near the middle of the year? At the same time, his curiosity was slowly winning him over, not helped by the ridiculous correlations that his mind was making between Richard having returned from a fight with ORACLE that somehow ended with his CLOTHES being ripped off.
In the end, Jason suffered through a five-minute mental battle before standing and following Richard to the bedroom. Richard’s Red Hood uniform typically consisted of some under armor that didn’t bulge out too much (his boyfriend worried about speed and agility) covered by Kevlar on the top half, finished with a black long-sleeve crop jacket that he never zipped closed. On the bottom half, Richard stuck with tight pants (Jason wasn’t sure what material they were made out of but they looked too much like leggings) that possessed thigh and shin guards. Combat boots protected Richard’s feet, with the heels extra enforced so that Richard could afford to make high leaps and not have to worry about shattering his ankles. What was left after the night was fairly sparse. Richard’s under armor had been torn so that a good portion of his torso was out and his crop jacket was barely hanging on to Richard’s arms. The pants looked like they had been put through a paper shredder, thin and thick holes dotting up and down Richard’s legs. Thank God the boots were still fine, Jason didn’t want to imagine Richard leaping home bare-foot, just knowing the type of acrobatics his partner loved to do on the rooftops.
As the shorter male stripped himself of his remaining armor and uniform (mask included), he began his story for the night. “So, there I was, minding my own business as I checked on Rosie and Alison’s group.” Huh, respectable. Those were some of the few working ladies that Jason actually knew from his time as a Crime Alley street rat. They had been young teens when he had met them on the corner and while it was heartbreaking to know that they still hadn’t found a safer way of making money by how, it was nice to hear that Richard was bonding with them as he did his rounds. “Then out of the blue, one of my sleeves gets grabbed.” Richard gestured to the right sleeve of his jacket as he removed it. Sure enough, when Jason looked closely, he could see how there was evidence of specific puncture marks surrounding the tears. “When I turn around to see who my sparring partner is for the night, low and behold, it’s not even a person! For crying out loud, I didn’t beat the Bat THAT badly the last time they met. The hell are they sending a machine after me for?!”
Jason would like to state, for the official record, that he ADORED Richard like no other but…
That was complete bullshit. He wasn’t even there, nor had he asked about how that encounter had gone down, but he just knew that Richard was undermining it. The last time he and Batman had met, Richard had been under the stress of revealing traitors that were trying to release information on his little underworld family for the sake of making money, he had focus on a new drug gang that was trying to release a harmful date-rape drug onto the streets, and he was still recovering from a case that occurred the previous day. It was a bad one. One of Batman’s main rogues - Scarecrow, Jason thinks - set an orphanage on fire in his attempt to escape the Dark Knight. What sucked the most was that he tried to play it off as “not meaning to” and he could have very well been telling the truth. He had positioned his lab underneath that specific orphanage and many of the chemicals he was working with were unstable as they were. It took very little to set them aflame. But whether Scarecrow had intended to kill as many orphans as he did hardly mattered to Richard. Innocent children had died that night. Although Scarecrow paid with his own blood, that would never amount to the value that those children had. Nor would it truly be justice, in a sense.
Add all of that to the fact that a news team had somehow captured bits and pieces of Batman’s fight with Red Hood and Jason was given a very vivid image of that night. Long story short, Richard had done everything short of ripping limbs off. Or biting, but the use of his red mask should have made that obvious. He wasn’t a fan of using firearms, but he had somehow stolen a gun from one of the many thugs that he had encountered earlier that night and seemed to be a fan of shooting at places where he knew Batman’s armor to be the weakest. It was never at anything too vital, just clearly places that Batman would feel for the following week. When Richard had run out of bullets, he had resorted to his chosen weapon and his bare fists. Electrified escrima sticks glowed in the air as they flew, the bright blue tops repeatedly seen to be smacking Batman across the face or bashing his joints so harshly that Jason was surprised they didn’t shatter on the spot. Of course, Batman had gotten some good hits in as well. It was just all damp to the sheer FURY that Richard had been feeling that night.
Fury that Batman, unfortunately for him, fell prey to when all other criminals for the night had been dealt with.
Yet, somehow, Jason had a feeling that none of what he had just remembered had anything to do with Richard’s tale. So, with an internal facepalm from how he had let himself get so distracted with something so off-topic, Jason turned around and came face to face with Richard’s naked torso. Not much better compared to his first distraction, if he was being honest. This one was actually worse since Jason LIKED being distracted with the naked form of his lover sometimes. Richard was just…fucking damnit…he was so…so…
He could be SIN incarnate when he felt like it! And no, Jason wasn’t just saying this from a biased perspective.
“Anyway, ignoring that, I got one of Oracle’s drones on my ass and my first instinct is to see what she wants. Right? Doesn’t sound too unreasonable.” Richard seated himself on the foot of the bed, allowing Jason to remain somewhat close to the door without too much of a care. As he straightened up to get his belt buckle undone, Jason was treated to a truly mouthwatering sight. Fuck, he had never thought himself to be a man gone for scars, but Richard’s fucking body…goddamnit! It was littered with various marks that Richard had earned from his harsh years of surviving and fighting for the ones who Gotham usually stepped on. Long, jagged lines or short, thin strokes. Pink or white, raised or smooth. Richard had his own fucking collection that Jason desperately wanted to trace with his tongue. He wasn’t sure if all of his admiration just came from his decision to love Richard as he was or admire how Richard conducted himself. Whatever it was, Jason knew he needed to control himself. Now. Before he jumped the other like some animal in heat.
“I think we both know that you only ask that now out of spite.” Jason crossed his arms, pointedly focusing on the top of Richard’s head while hoping that his boyfriend was too focused on getting the ruined clothes off to look up. He would see the true intensity of Jason’s blush if he took a peak. It would be something Jason wouldn’t be able to live down for the rest of the week. “Though, I’ll admit, I’m almost impressed with Oracle’s loyalty. You’d think that after watching Batman learn his lesson with you, she’d follow suit.” That was probably cruel to say, in hindsight. Jason knew that Richard’s…separation…from his previous family still hurt more than he liked to let on. But Jason wasn’t lying when he said that! He genuinely wished on some days that Oracle would stop giving Richard hope! He and Batman had cut ties after so many betrayals and intentional harm brought upon one another. Her clinging on to the idea that Richard would return and everything would be alright only hurt everyone involved.
“Eh, she can be one stubborn woman when she wants to be. I tell her that I refuse to work with a hypocritical piece of utter shit that’s got his head so far shoved up his own hole that he can’t realize that his precious fondness for Gotham villains is getting innocent people killed, and she still tells me that she’s taking me in by force if she has to.” Richard rolled his eyes, looking as annoyed as he sounded. It’s what prompted Jason to drop his ‘restrain myself act’ in the name of getting close enough and giving Richard a much-needed hug. His lover was quick to reciprocate, cheek pressing against Jason’s covered stomach as he let out what sounded like a purr. Times like this really made him feel like he knew Oracle and Batman personally even if they had both agreed that Jason knowing less about the vigilante world would put him in a safer position. Then again, was it so difficult to come to the conclusion that Batman was the type of hero who technically strived for the right thing but had an asshole personality? It’s almost ridiculous that Jason didn’t see it before. “I try to dodge the drone, but apparently, it’s gone through some upgrades. Before I know it, my clothes are snagged by stupid connectors that look way too much like those claw machines in rigged arcade games.”
“Let me guess, the claws are so sharp that they tear through your uniform?” Jason was willing to believe that for Richard’s pants and his jacket. But the under armor would be pushing it. Bullets couldn’t penetrate the surface so easily. How could some grabby-thingies get to him?
“Not completely. Turns out, the drone wasn’t actually made to handle squirmy cargo.” Richard pressed open-mouthed kisses along Jason’s clothed stomach. His eyes remained downwards, but Jason could still pick out the amused grin he wore as he went back to nuzzling. “For some of the claws, I was able to rip them off without much of a problem. For others, they just didn’t want to let me go. Figured that the safest option would be to cut my way out.” He used one hand to gesture to some of the more tattered bits of his uniform momentarily before returning it to the hug. Jason was willing to believe that bit without hesitation. Why Richard felt like he needed to resort to something like that so quickly eluded him, but HE wasn’t the one who had encountered that drone. Who knows? Maybe those arms just kept coming and Richard needed to make a quick escape? Or he just wanted a head start when he needed to get back home? Cutting off the connection points that Oracle’s drone had on him would certainly do the job nicely. “Couldn’t effectively destroy it, but I’m pretty sure I messed with its navigation systems enough that it couldn’t follow me past three blocks.”
Jason felt Richard’s grip on him tighten a fraction as he trailed off. It was a protective hold if Jason ever felt one. It went without saying that neither Batman nor Oracle knew about Jason’s inclusion in Richard’s life. Hell, Jason wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t even know he existed! They probably had other things to worry about and it wasn’t like Richard was anywhere close to a point where he was comfortable with bringing Jason to them with the introduction of: “Hey! This is my boyfriend, Jason!” If they knew about his existence, who knew what type of danger that would present to Jason? He’d probably have Batman on his ass immediately! Interrogating him about Richard and Red Hood’s activities respectively (despite the fact that his boyfriend deliberately keeps him out of Gotham’s underworld) or just hauling him in to lure Richard close. Jason never believed that Batman was someone who tortured people for information (scared them, sure) but Richard was actually quite terrified about what his ex-mentor would do if he ever got hold of someone who meant so much to his only son as Jason did. If all else failed, Jason would definitely be put in prison for willingly consorting with a known criminal. That option wasn’t as scary as the first two though and Richard’s already made plenty of jokes about having enough connections in the prison system that Jason figured he’d either be treated fairly well or let out on false charges.
(Was that abusing Richard’s authority? Probably, Jason didn’t dwell too much on this type of stuff since they both worked hard to make sure it never came close to happening.)
“That’s good.” Jason rubbed Richard’s back for a few moments before pulling away a bit. Richard whined a little at the action, pouting like a child when Jason gazed down at him. Usually, Jason would find it ridiculous that a grown-ass man could still find it within himself to pout like a 5-year-old who didn’t get the toy he wanted. With Richard specifically, Jason’s gotten so used to it that he almost found it cute. The flirty, merciless, capable, lethal crime lord Red Hood - pouting. Actually pouting! Hah! People would probably call Jason insane if he ever insinuated that that was a thing. “Nice to see you come home in one piece for once.”
Richard’s pout didn’t fall away, though he did pull himself up so he was now standing. It was so weird to see him just short of Jason by a head. At least, to Jason, it was. Not gonna lie, when he had first heard of the new crime lord who killed other high profile criminals and was skillful enough to defeat the Bat in hand-to-hand, he hadn’t envisioned someone who was barely reaching the 5’10’’ mark. Nor was he envisioning someone who looked like they would break if they were bent too far back (that was before Jason understood the true limberness of Richard’s flexible-as-shit body). He was thinking of someone near Batman’s height and weight, able to match the man in strength and endurance. Yet, Richard has made it clear by now that he loved dancing around his ex-mentor, tripping Batman up on his own feet, or bashing him down from the momentum that Richard always threw at him by leaping around. Seriously, try envisioning a 6ft something tank losing to a 5ft something twink! It was hilarious as fuck!
And, in Jason’s case, hot as fuck. Seriously, there was nothing fucking sexier than when your boyfriend could simultaneously make you feel small and delicate all the while cherishing and protecting you as if you were a powerful God. It was quite ironic that Jason was the larger between the two of them, yet Richard easily accomplished those previously mentioned feats. “Don’t be mean to me. Oracle’s a challenging opponent even when she’s not on the field.” Richard pushed himself up onto the balls of his feet and planted a chaste kiss against Jason’s lips. “One of these days, I might actually get captured. What will you do then?”
Jason…didn’t know how to answer that…
The first thing to note was that if Richard ever got captured, Jason would probably be the last person to know. And if he somehow found out, he’d have no method of learning who kidnapped his lover. It sucked ass for all he cared, but it’s something that came with Richard intentionally keeping Jason out of his crime lord life out of fear for the latter’s safety. However, if Jason DID manage to learn that Richard had gotten kidnapped by Batman or Oracle, the most appropriate thing to say was that he’d switch between panicking and trusting Richard. Obviously, Richard wasn’t invincible. BUT! He had proven that he was able to hold his own against Batman before. Depending on the condition that Richard was captured in, Jason had no doubt that he’d be able to figure a way out of his imprisonment and return to Jason’s side. In the rare chance that he couldn’t, well…Jason…he didn’t really know what to do? Going to the police would be useless since the Commissioner was still allied with Batman and the ones under Richard’s command wouldn’t be in the position to do much. Hell, they might even try and take advantage of Red Hood’s absence.
(Yes, Gotham cops were THAT corrupt.)
It wasn’t something Jason wanted to think about in great detail. Especially since those previous thoughts of Oracle and Richard’s past relationship were now resurfacing as he diverted attention away from Richard being captured at all. Jason didn’t want to spend time thinking about the past when Richard had proven his loyalty to Jason and earned Jason’s love in return. It felt counterproductive to their whole relationship and made Jason feel like he was getting worked up over nothing. Which, in a general sense, was never a nice feeling. Still, if Richard was asking, then what else was Jason supposed to do other than think about his answer?
“You better just not get captured in the first place.” Jason settled for. “Especially not by Oracle. You’re mine now.”
Predictably, Richard chuckled fondly at Jason’s words. Though, instead of dropping the subject like he normally did (knowing Jason didn’t like to think about his past relationship), he continued to prod as he pressed several quick kisses to Jason’s lips. They were too quick for Jason to reciprocate, so he ended up standing there like some statue as Richard showered him with affectionate pecks. “You know I am, love.” Richard turned them around and shoved Jason onto the bed. “Let me go hit the showers and we can drive that message home, hmmm?” The way he asked it sounded like he was asking for permission, but there was an undertone of challenge to his hum. Knowing Richard as well as he did, Jason didn’t think this was the type of challenge that Richard posed to rile him up. This was the type of challenge that Richard introduced as a way of hinting at what type of mood he was in for the night.
Richard wanted Jason to LISTEN to him tonight. That much was clear.
“Y-yeah…yeah, ok…” Jason swallowed audibly, looking away when Richard winked at him.
“Perfect!” Richard twirled around as if he were a dancer, practically skipping away with one last instruction: “If you could get into the proper position while I’m getting cleaned up, that would be MOST appreciated, love!”
Translation: you better be face down, ass up by the time I’m out of the shower.
Jason could handle that. Totally!
He could totally undress himself despite how shaky his hands were. He could totally even think about getting on his hands and knees as he trembled so strongly that it hardly felt stable. He could totally push his hips up when the knowledge of Richard absolutely railing him tonight had his bones melting.
Jason could totally do this…!
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Fuck-! Richard was one lucky fuck, because Jason didn’t know if he could hold himself up for much longer by the time the shower had stopped running! If he were able to think rationally, he probably would have been able to realize that Richard’s shower was less than ten minutes with how efficient Richard was with cleaning himself. As it were, all Jason could focus on was how he was still trembling - be it from excitement or nervousness - and every second felt like an hour until he heard Richard whistle from behind him. It was the type of whistle that one might expect in movies when attractive women passed men, a catcalling type of whistle. And it only made Jason want to curl in on himself as Richard remained behind him.
The smaller male’s footsteps were absolutely silent. In fact, the only reason that Jason was able to tell that Richard had moved at all was that one moment, he heard their bedroom door open and the next, he felt Richard’s hands squeezing the backs of his thighs. He only shut them in response, barely managing to keep still under Richard’s teasing touches.
“You know, sometimes, I actually find it kinda cute that you get jealous over Oracle.” Richard climbing onto the bed caused it to dip, alerting Jason of his boyfriend’s exact positioning behind him. He grabbed some of the blankets beneath his palm and gripped it harshly, hoping that it would ground him as he felt Richard’s lips press butterfly kisses along the expanse of his ass. “We’re an old flame, love. Nothing left to salvage in that department after I came back. Hell, sometimes being friends is a ridiculous notion to both of us. Too much has changed.” Jason let out a high-pitched whine as Richard followed that claim up with a gentle bite to the cleft of his ass. Those hands kept massaging the backs of his thighs, occasionally dipping between Jason’s legs to squeeze the inner skin. Too many times did it seem like Richard was gonna grab hold of Jason’s hardening member, only to fall short and stroke the skin between his dick and his thighs. It was maddening but Jason loved it! “I’ve got you in my grasp now. She could never compare to you, love. Couldn’t even come close.”
Richard lightly growled as Jason whimpered, leaving one last nip to the meat of Jason’s ass before moving his hands around. They clutched as the glorious mounds of flesh before spreading them, exposing Jason’s hole to Richard’s gaze. Jason didn’t have to see his lover to FEEL how intense that gaze was. Fuck it all, he KNEW that if he looked behind, Richard’s eyes would be that of a predator. Focused, calculative, heated…absolutely transfixed on Jason’s body. Heat pooled at the base of Jason’s abdomen as he continued to feel Richard’s haze on him, turning to something akin to boiling as Richard finally dove down. He mouthed and licked at Jason’s rim like a starving man, uncaring of how Jason started squirming or pushing back against his face. If anything, Richard took Jason’s desperate grinds as permission to up the ante.
That fucking delectable tongue that could spew spite and venom at anyone one pushed into Jason’s hole with care, wiggling around once it was inside and licking at everything Jason was willing to give him. It was an absolutely wicked tongue! Teasing and indulging as Jason cried out from his position. He wanted so desperately to bite into the blankets, fully convinced that he could be heard from a mile away. Unfortunately, he remembered the last time he had done that. Richard hadn’t liked it and had, basically, tied Jason to the bed to be tortured in response. He had alternated between giving Jason the best prostate massage known to mankind and sucking him down before stopping just as Jason was about to cum. Jason had to beg REAL nicely for Richard to even consider taking pity on him.
It took a full 30 minutes for Richard to forgive him. 30 minutes!
“God! How are you also so fucking good for me?!” Richard broke through Jason’s cry with a snarl of his own, momentarily backing up a bit so he could speak. “Always so fucking tight…so fucking READY for me, love…” Richard pushed his face back in and wiggled his tongue around, one hand leaving Jason’s ass so he could grab onto Jason’s hardened member. That time, Jason couldn’t stop himself from trying to close his legs. With the limited hold that Richard had on Jason, the larger male ended up sandwiching Richard’s wrist between his thighs. An action that would have embarrassed him if Richard didn’t seem to find it so humorous. Pulling his face away from Jason’s hole, Richard clicked his tongue: “Ah, ah, ah, my love.” He waited until Jason shakily spread his legs again before releasing the hardened member he had been holding. “Keep still like a good boy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”
Jason nodded his head into the mattress, pushing his legs as far apart as they would go. He wasn’t flexible by any means, but he was able to keep his hips up and his hole exposed by the end of it. His long legs barely kept from slipping against the blankets, but Richard didn’t seem to notice or care as a now moist hand returned to grip Jason’s erection. Jason could only assume that Richard had licked his hand as Jason struggled to spread his legs. He had to admit, it made the handjob that Richard had returned to much more smooth. Between Richard returning to eating him out and stroking him in tandem, Jason barely lasted another five minutes before the urge to cum became too strong to keep in. “F-fuck…fuck-ck…b-b-babe…bab-baby…!” He fisted the blankets tightly, eyes rolling back in his head as he tried to push his hips back into Richard’s face. Mindless babbles got lost in his head, calls for Richard’s name and pleads for release mixing together until Jason was sure that he didn’t even sound like he was speaking English anymore.
“Awwww, does my baby want to cum?” Richard pulled away, still stroking Jason even as he stopped licking at Jason’s rim. The coo he let out would sound comforting to literally anyone else in any other situation. As his long-time lover, Jason knew that how he responded would either grant him a smooth orgasm or an hours’ worth of teasing and denial. Because Richard was just a little SHIT like that sometimes. Even when he was making a goddamned point! With no way to give any sort of verbal indication that would make sense, Jason didn’t even attempt to nod his head into the blanket. He would only make a fool of himself or give Richard fuel for teasing him. Though, his boyfriend didn’t seem too pleased with that. “Jay? Jaybird?” Any contact that Richard had on Jason immediately released, leaving Jason craving contact for a few seconds before he was flipped onto his back. He didn’t even know how Richard had gotten him flat on his back without being kicked in the face. And he didn’t have time to question it before Richard was hovering above him, eyes swirling with their natural blue and remnant green from his dip in the Lazarus Pit.
Those eyes…oh man, those eyes…
They forbid Jason from looking anywhere else even as he felt like sinking into the mattress.
“You gonna cum for me, love?” Richard wrapped his strong fingers around Jason’s member and started pumping it, keeping his touch firm but slow as Jason re-found his grip on the blankets. He hadn’t noticed earlier, thanks to how his face had been pressed into the blankets, but there was a distinct moisture running down his cheeks as Richard stared down at him. Jason didn’t know he had already started tearing up already! “Gonna make a mess all over yourself? Give me something to lick off of you as I get you nice and ready to take my dick?”
Jason wanted that. He wanted that soooo badly! He wanted to cum so badly so he could hear Richard praise him. Praise him for falling apart so easily in the arms of someone who loved him.
“Come on, love.” Richard leaned down, capturing Jason’s lips in a suffocating kiss. Richard’s tongue shoved itself between Jason’s open lips, easily finding Jason’s own and instigating a little battle that he won within moments. Oh, how Jason longed to reach up and hug Richard down to him. How he WANTED to bring his legs up to wrap around Richard’s narrow hips so that the other couldn’t pull away. Richard would only be allowed to KEEP touching Jason.
“Mmmm! Mmmhmmm!” Jason shut his eyes, feeling the tears welling along the edges finally start to fall. He ground his hips upwards in an attempt to get more friction, hoping that Richard would accept it as an answer enough.
“Mnm.” Richard pulled back, though kept his face teasingly close. “Give it to me, love. Give me everything you got - don’t you dare hide any of it from me!”
Richard’s hand sped up within milliseconds, too sudden and quick for Jason to really keep track of what mood he was in. It pulled several cries and moans out of him, hips permanently raised as he tried to push more into Richard’s grip. He could swear that he felt Richard’s erection bump into his stomach as he ground upwards, but he couldn't really do anything with that knowledge before he was spilling all over himself. The pitch in which he cried out was something Jason was sure only birds could achieve, but Richard only cooed at him as he planted several kisses across Jason’s cheeks. His hand kept pumping Jason’s softening member, borderline hurting Jason with how sensitive he was.
“Good boy, love.” Richard finally stopped when Jason tried reaching down to grab at his hand. Instead of releasing Jason’s dick altogether, he held it still as he sat up. Using his other hand, Richard drew attention to his own hardened member. My God, Jason’s mouth watered at the mere sight of it. Standing straight up, red and proud, he WANTED that dick IN him. Now. “My boy, yeah? You’re my love. Just like I’m yours.”
Jason tried to answer Richard’s claim. Really, he did.
He just failed since Richard had chosen the very next second to press their lips together again, swallowing all of Jason’s sounds with his own protective growls and snarls.