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WARNING Chapter Contains: Explicit Sexual Content 

As previously mentioned, you can skip from the ❥ to the ❥‖ to avoid the explicit section if you wish.

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Dick sat on the floor of the shower several nights later, too exhausted to stand for any extended period of time, and blinking back the tears welling in his eyes as the water beat down on him.

Tears of frustration, mostly, and a little bit of pain at this point.

He had gone through this before, years ago, after the whole thing with Tarantula had happened, but he couldn't for the life of him remember how he'd gotten over it.

And right now he felt like he just wanted to scream.

He was incredibly sexually frustrated, but he still hadn't figured out how to make things work with Jason without panicking before they even started.

And with himself, he couldn't manage to stay aroused long enough to just finish already, and it was quite honestly becoming painful.

It probably didn't help that he wasn't even into it, he just desperately wanted it to be over with already, but he just couldn't ⁠— and at this point he was getting pretty close to just going into the kitchen and shattering every single dish they owned just to try and relieve a little bit of the stress.

Fuck. He took his hand off of himself, giving up as, once again, his body, which had been heading toward an erection, seemed to change its mind.

He rested his forehead on the edge of the bathtub, staring down at his hands. The fact that he had to see the ugly, yellowing bruises on his wrists from where...she had disarmed him every time he looked down probably wasn't helping either.

But he tried to ignore those thoughts the most, pushing them away into a locked drawer in an empty corner of his mind. It was, unfortunately, better to wallow in the frustration.

Dick concentrated on the cool porcelain against his face and closed his eyes. He was not going to cry over this.

But, shit, he really wanted to.

After a few deep breaths, Dick levered himself up off the floor, and turned the water off.

He stepped out of the shower, towelling off, and pulling on a loose t-shirt and sleep pants ⁠— and ow, fuck, even that hurt. He was sore as hell and hadn't even managed to get off, god.

He leaned heavily on the sink, avoiding looking at his reflection in the mirror. If his body would just cooperate...

He hesitantly touched himself again through the soft fabric of his pants, and...was entirely unresponsive. He wrenched his hand away with an angry sigh, and practically ripped the door open, storming out of the bathroom.

Dick flung himself into one of the chairs at their dining table, laying his face down against the cool wood with his arms stretched out above his head, palms flat on the table.

"Babydoll?" he heard Jason ask from the kitchen, where he was likely drinking his nighttime cup of tea.

Dick heard his quiet footsteps come around the corner, and stop in front of the table. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Dick mumbled into the table. "I just need a few minutes before I come to bed."

"Okay." Jason retreated back into the kitchen, clearly taking the hint that Dick wanted to be left alone.

It was unfair that he couldn't just let it go. It wasn't like Dick was the most sex-crazed person ⁠— he'd easily gone a month or two before without needing to get off. It was just...Jason.

He banged his head gently on the table. He'd try watching porn, but⁠— oh wait, he'd already been trying that. For the past three goddamn days. With no results.

Shit, he even had live porn if he wanted. He'd tried watching Jason get himself off, and he'd liked it, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to touch himself. Even alone afterwards, it hadn't worked.

It would be one thing if he was repulsed by sex, but he wasn't, and that was worse. Because he was into it in his head, but then the reality of it just completely shut everything down, and ⁠— just ⁠— ugh. He was so wound up he thought he was gonna die. Or at the very least, spontaneously combust.

Dick clenched his hands into fists, and slammed them down, just once, onto the table.

God, it wasn't really Jason's fault, but...Dick would not be having this fucking problem right now if they weren't together.

He was just always around, and being understanding, and nice, and a good boyfriend, and really fucking hot and built, and. Ugh. It sucked. And it wasn't like Dick wanted him to stop, it just...it made things difficult.

And, holy hell, the first couple of days after That Night, when he'd had to listen to Jason get himself off... He hadn't been doing it on purpose, Dick knew that, he had been trying to be discreet, doing it quietly in the shower; but the thing about Jason was, even when he was trying very, very hard to be quiet, he...wasn't.

And so Dick had asked to watch him, thinking maybe that would be the solution to the problem, but no. No, that had made it so much worse.

He hadn't been able to touch himself while it was happening, it felt too vulnerable, but when Jason finished, Dick had gone to the bathroom. And for a minute⁠ — just for a minute — he'd thought he was finally going to get his relief after fucking days of walking around frustrated as hell. And then right before he was about to come, he felt a sort of skip in his stomach, and everything immediately plummeted down to zero.

He had dumped their toothbrushes into the sink, and slammed the cup they had been in so hard onto the ground that shards of glass had gotten in his hair. And then he'd sat down on the edge of the tub and cried until Jason had knocked on the door.

Dick had gotten up, tried to brush off all the bits of glass, wiped away his tears, and pretended everything was fine when he opened the door. It obviously wasn't, as evidenced by his red, puffy eyes, and the flying leap he had to take into the hallway to get over the, you know, shattered glass all over the floor, but Jason hadn't mentioned it. Just offered to clean up the mess and make him some tea.

Yeah...Dick was pretty sure he was just gonna drop dead.

But what the fuck else was he supposed to do at this point? It wasn't like he could exercise it away ⁠— he'd been running around all goddamn night on patrol and that clearly hadn't helped. He'd taken a cold shower, he'd tried jerking off, his cock was practically raw⁠— what the fuck else was he supposed to do?

He allowed himself a few more minutes of wallowing, before getting up and going to bed.

It was only a few minutes before Jason joined him, carefully climbing under the covers without touching.

Dick scooted closer, impatiently.

"Hold me?" he asked quietly, when Jason still made no move to touch him.

"Yeah, baby." Jason reached out to him, slinging his arm over his shoulder, but still leaving plenty of space between their bodies.

"Not what I meant." And okay, maybe he was in a bad mood and taking it out on Jason ⁠— he knew his boyfriend was just trying to be careful, but it was still annoying.

He wriggled himself over until he was lying halfway on Jason's chest, and Jason finally wrapped his arms all the way around him.

"Comfy?" Dick asked.

Jason ran a hand through his hair, and kissed the top of his head. "More than."

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"Irene O'Leary," Tim announced into the comms in lieu of greeting the next night. It was only eight — very early in the night — and he figured most people wouldn't be on yet. "I think I found The Woman." The capital letters were audible in his tone. "Classic, spurned ex of that nurse she was stalking—"

"Red," Duke cut him off. "Nightwing's on the comms."

Dick cleared his throat. "Exactly," he said. "Nightwing is on the comms, so maybe don't talk about me like I'm not here."

"Sorry," Duke said. "Just trying to warn him."

"Why exactly does he need to be warned?" Dick asked. "Now, what were you saying about O'Leary? What info have you found?"

"Um," Tim said, put on the spot. "Are... are you sure— you know, maybe I should talk about this some other time."

"Or you could talk about it now," Dick said.

"I...don't think—" Tim stuttered.

"I think Red Robin's right, maybe now's not the time," Stephanie said.

"Seriously?" Dick said. "Are you guys really doing this? Just tell me the info, Red! It's my case!"

"Uh," Tim said.

"Fine! Fine, I'll do my own research. Consider this case no longer any of your business. Nightwing out," Dick said hotly, and flipped off his comm. Fuck the rest of the bats for tonight, fuck patrol; if they were all going to treat him like glass then he'd stay in and do research, maybe wrap up some cases.

He climbed back in the bedroom window and stripped off his suit, throwing on some pajamas instead in a huff.

Just as he was sitting down at his desk with his laptop, Jason came into the room and did a double take. "Hey babe, not going out tonight after all?"

"Changed my mind," he said tersely, pulling up his file on The Woman and shifting in his chair so he could do some stretches while he worked. "Everybody's being an asshole tonight." He managed to maneuver himself into a split with one foot on the end of the bed, and the other on the radiator under the window. He could at least do stretches if he wasn't going to be doing anything tonight.

"Hm," Jason grunted in commiseration. Dick heard him opening the secret compartment in the back of their closet and starting to pull on his Red Hood gear. "What'd they do?"

"Don't wanna talk about it."

There was a series of sliding clicks as Jason checked the clip in each of his guns.

Dick sighed. "They're being all skittish around me and treating me with kid gloves, and it's getting on my nerves," he finally admitted, when Jason said nothing.

"Mm that's fucking annoying, 'm sorry honey." There was a final shick as Jason slid his last gun into its holster, and he walked over to press a kiss to his temple. "I've got a meeting of sorts with Black Mask, and then I think I'm gonna come back early. 'Less you wanna be alone?"

"No, that's fine," Dick said, pausing his typing to tilt his head up for a quick kiss on the lips. "Good luck with your meeting."

And then Jason was putting his helmet on and climbing out the window, and Dick was left to his own devices.

He worked quietly for several hours, shifting stretch positions twice, until Jason came back. Dick was currently in leg-behind-head pose as he looked over a spreadsheet when Jason came through the window, smelling of gunpowder but apparently no worse for wear.

"You know you're apparently my 'little blue boy' now? Makes you sound like a pet smurf." Jason imitated Black Mask's voice as he began to get undressed: "'I'm sorry to hear you aren't...amenable to my terms as they are. I'm sure my men would enjoy hunting down your little blue boy and putting the screws to him until you are.'"

Dick cracked a smile, and carefully eased himself out of his stretch, shifting into a simple butterfly pose. "Ooh scary," he said sarcastically. "I'm a bit offended he doesn't see fit to torture me personally, though. What'd you say?"

"I couldn't help but laugh." Dick heard the secret compartment in their closet snick shut and one of the dresser drawers was pulled open. "Told him I'd pay to watch them try. You know what it does to me to really watch you fight."

"Mm, bet he wasn't too pleased with that."

"No, not at all. Kind of want him to follow through. I can see it in my mind: you doing cartwheels around them and knocking out every single dumb motherfucker who's stupid enough to come after you. Figurative cartwheels," he added. "Maybe a couple literal cartwheels. You ever done that?"

"What, cartwheeled into someone? No, not a very practical way to land a kick."

"Hm. Bet it'd be hot though."

"You think everything I do is hot."

Jason came up behind him and pressed a kiss to the side of his face, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "Can't argue that. Whatcha workin' on?"

"Trafficking case. I could use another pair of eyes on it." He scrolled up to the top of the spreadsheet. "It's not much of one, but there is a pattern here, right? I'm not imagining it?"

Jason scanned the screen. "Yeah, I'd say that's a pattern that's trying very hard to look like it's not one. No repeats. What do you bet they've got the numbers... oh, three through fourteen or so in a hat, drawin' 'em out at random to see how many days to wait 'til the next abduction? Don't wanna wait too long, don't want it to be a sudden string, don't want a predictable pattern. Somebody fancies themselves smart, I think."

"Oh good, that's what I was thinking. I love the ones who think they're clever."

◇◇◇

❥ Dick woke up from the most delightfully erotic dream alone and painfully hard.

Oh this had to be a form of torture.

Please, please, please don't go away, he prayed, before carefully attempting to touch himself, and...yeah things were fading fast.

No no no no. He squeezed harder, but, nope. It was gone.

Fuck. He kicked at the mattress moodily.

God, that dream...Jason had been in a nice, big office with a skyline view, similar to Bruce's office at Wayne Enterprises.

He'd been in full Red Hood gear, with his helmet on the desk beside where he leaned back in the leather chair, legs spread casually.

Dick had come in and sat right on his lap, and then Jason had fucked him, right there in the chair, just like that. They hadn't bothered to even take off their clothes, just moved them to the side⁠— and fuck, Dick wanted that. He wanted it bad.

And...why couldn't he have it? He thought about it, and frowned.

He would be on top, so he probably wouldn't freak out about that, and as long as Jason didn't touch him...maybe...they could try? Shit, this could work.

Dick stumbled slightly in his rush to get out of bed. Where even was Jason?

Jason was leaning back against the kitchen counter, sipping his tea, when Dick strode in, looking like a man on a mission.

"Fuck me," he said authoritatively, without preamble, and Jason choked a little on his tea.

"Uh, what? Dickie..."

Dick actually stopped to take in the fact that Jason was still messy haired and drinking his morning cup of tea, and had probably just rolled out of bed. Sex was probably not on the top of his list for things he wanted to do right this very second.

Dammit. Why was life just the worst?

"Sorry. I didn't⁠— if you're not in the mood, I'll go, uh...figure something out." He started to turn away.

Maybe if he fucked himself with a toy ⁠— dammit, why hadn't he thought of this before?

"Wait." Jason slowly set down his mug on the counter behind him. "I just...are you sure? Because I can definitely be in the mood." His voice darkened toward the end of the sentence.

"Yeah."

"C'mere then." Jason unceremoniously shoved a hand down his pants to touch himself, and pulled Dick forward, kissing him breathless.

He groaned and nipped at Dick's bottom lip when Dick curled a hand in his hair, tugging hard.

"How do you wanna do this, baby?" he whispered against Dick's lips, as one of Dick's warm hands traced reverently over his bare chest.

Dick pulled back. "Let's. Table. Sit down," he panted, tugging Jason along behind him out of the kitchen.

He pulled out the closest chair, and pushed Jason down into it, sitting down firmly in his lap, facing the same direction, with one of Jason's legs between both of his. He turned to the side and pulled Jason's mouth back to his.

His neck would probably hurt like a bitch later, from the way he had to twist it to kiss him, but he didn't think straddling Jason would go too well for him.

Jason let out another groan, fingers digging into the sides of the chair as Dick shifted in his lap. "Y'okay, baby?"

"Mmhm." Dick twisted his torso further so that he didn't have to break his fucking neck kissing Jason, and oh yeah, this was perfect.

He kissed down Jason's face, and started to work on sucking a bruise under his jaw. His hand dropped back to Jason's chest, tracing lightly down his side, over the crisscrossing scars that littered his skin.

Jason moaned, tilting his head back as Dick sucked harder on his neck, and bringing a hand up to caress his hip. Dick knocked it away violently on instinct, and they broke apart, both trying to apologize at the same time.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to⁠— just. Don't touch my front."

"Okay, baby. I'm sorry. You don't have to apologize, I should've asked."

Instead of answering, Dick twisted his hand back into Jason's hair, and pulled him back into a hard kiss. He ground down onto Jason's lap, sucking on his tongue at the same time.

"Oh, babe." Jason broke away again, panting against his cheek, and Dick began kissing wetly back down his neck. Jason's hands fluttered down to hesitantly rest on his shoulders.

"This okay?"

"Yeah," Dick breathed, rocking his hips back again. Jason groaned.

"You got the lube, baby?"

Dick pulled away, making a frustrated noise. "No. Shit."

He stumbled to his feet, grabbing the door frame for support, as he swung around the corner into the kitchen, snatching the bottle of olive oil from beside the stove, and setting it down heavily on the table.

Jason raised his eyebrows, but Dick was already climbing back into his lap, kissing his neck.

"I'm not going to go find the fucking lube," Dick grumbled out between sloppy kisses.

Jason snorted. "Okay baby. C'mere."

He slipped a hand into Dick's hair and brought their lips back together, kissing him deeply.

Dick grabbed Jason's hand from where it rested on his shoulder, and brought it down to his chest. Jason hesitantly began to tease one of his nipples through his shirt.

"That's good?"

"Yes," Dick breathed.

Jason pinched his nipple through his shirt, and Dick made a small, choked noise. "Hold on," he said, standing up and stripping himself efficiently, impatiently, and fumbling with the bottle of olive oil.

Jason started to take off his pants, but Dick stopped him.

"Leave them on. I want you to fuck me in them."

Jason obligingly removed his hands from his waistband, looking slightly dazed. Yeah, Dick had always found him easy to impress.

Dick twisted the cap off of the oil, and started to pour a little into his palm, before Jason interrupted him.

"Can I finger you open, baby?"

Dick paused. "Yeah. Just...don't touch anywhere else."

Jason agreed, and Dick sat back down, tilting his hand to pour the small pool of oil into Jason's palm. He started kissing him again, as he slowly wiped his palm over Jason's fingers, massaging it into the skin, and rocking back in his lap.

"Fuck baby, that's hot," he gasped.

Like Dick had said: easily impressed.

The truth of the matter was, Jason was not, objectively speaking, easily impressed at all. He was, however, very, very much into Dick, and he would be dazzled by his boyfriend if he damn well pleased — nobody was gonna catch him regretting a goddamn thing about it.

Dick scooted himself forward a bit on Jason's legs so he was no longer directly in his lap, spreading his legs to wrap around Jason's and holding onto his shoulder for balance.

"That's alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, babydoll."

Jason kissed the back of Dick's neck as he reached down to rub a finger at his entrance, and Dick let his head fall back with a breathy sigh.

"Still good, baby?"

"Yeah. Come on," Dick responded impatiently, trying to push his ass down harder against Jason's fingers.

"Alright, angel. Patience."

Jason continued kissing over the back of Dick's neck, and laved his tongue over the spot where his neck turned into his shoulder, smoothly sliding his middle finger inside Dick as he began to suck on the skin there.

Dick bit his lip against the ungodly noise that wanted to come out of him when Jason twisted his hand around, and rubbed the pad of his finger against his prostate, still sucking a vivid mark onto his neck.

Dick squirmed, his hips bucking slightly forward, and he felt Jason grin against him. He started to thrust his finger slowly, repeatedly pushing back up to massage his prostate.

"You like that, babycakes?"

"Yeah, god, more. Give me more."

Jason obliged, adding another finger. He tilted Dick's head to the side with his other hand, and grazed his teeth over Dick's jaw, continuing to thrust his fingers.

He left a small trail of kisses and bites up to his ear, and then gently bit the lobe, sucking on it.

"Perfect, Dickie," he murmured, and slipped his tongue over the sensitive spot behind Dick's ear. "You're so perfect."

Jason's voice was low and husky, and it sent shivers down Dick's spine, which he tried desperately to suppress. He felt Jason start to scissor his fingers inside him, and he spread his legs wider, grinding against them.

"God, just look at you, baby," Jason moaned, continuing to kiss behind his ear, occasionally slipping his tongue out. He slid his hand into the back of Dick's hair, stroking through it and massaging the scalp. "So gorgeous."

He honestly sounded breathless, utterly enthralled, and that more than anything was what got to Dick.

He let out a small noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and Jason groaned deeply, slowly pushing in a third finger.

"Could come just like this, baby. Just watching you riding my fingers, making those little noises."

Dick pulled him into a bruising kiss. God, when Jason got like this ⁠— incredibly flattering, and complimentary, and awed ⁠— it was hard to handle.

He just sounded so earnest, and it was a bit difficult for Dick to understand how he could just come out and say all those things like that, and sound sincere. Dick knew he was far from perfect, but Jason sounded so convinced it kind of hurt a little to listen to.

It was flattering, yes, and hot, but it also made Dick feel slightly insecure. There was only so much honest flattery he could take before he started to feel like some sort of fake. Like he was somehow tricking Jason into thinking he was actually so much more than he was.

It wasn't that he thought he was unattractive, it was just...there were so many flaws that had to take away from it all.

"Oh fuck, sugar," Jason panted, pulling his hand from Dick's hair to urgently palm his own erection. "You're too good." He kissed his lips again lightly. "Just look at you," he breathed, half to himself.

But shit, even with his doubts, Dick felt sexy. How could he not believe it, even just a little, just for the moment, when Jason was looking at him like he was the best goddamn thing he'd ever seen?

Jason spread his fingers inside Dick, twisting them to go as deep as possible, and Dick's eyes slammed shut, his hips stuttering forward.

"Ohh god, come on, fuck me, fuck me."

"Yeah?" Jason asked, teasingly, as he took his hand away from his cock, reaching for the bottle of oil and trying to unscrew it one handed. "What was it you wanted, baby?"

He finally managed to get some of the oil on his hand, and his lips twitched. He couldn't hold back the tiny laugh that came out of him ⁠— this was so fucking stupid. He still couldn't believe they were using the goddamn cooking oil that he used for fucking omelettes and shit, when they had shit tons of perfectly good lube in the bedroom.

So why had he not just stopped and grabbed it? Oh right, because he couldn't say no to Dick for the life of him.

Dick pouted at Jason's teasing, and Jason swore his goddamn heart fluttered. Holy shit he was so in love with him.

He leaned in for another slow, soft kiss.

"Fucking dick," Dick huffed, and Jason laughed again, pulling his cock out of his pants and spreading the oil over it.

"Not yet, I'm not, baby."

Dick groaned and rolled his eyes at the corny pun — shit, he'd walked straight into that one. "You're the worst."

Jason continued stroking himself, and made a small motion with the fingers still inside Dick. "Yeah? I am?"

Dick bit back an entirely different type of groan. "Fuck. Yes, you are, now fuck me already."

"I dunno baby," he drawled, kissing his neck and working the fingers inside him. "Doesn't sound like that's what you really want, since I'm being the worst, and all."

Dick choked on a breath. God that was good.

"Don't make me fucking beg, Jay."

"Hmm, sounds kinda hot though," Jason laughed, but he was already easing his fingers out.

"C'mon, lift up a bit." He boosted Dick's bum up, and Dick held onto the back of the chair for balance. Jason lined himself up, and Dick slowly eased himself down.

"Babydoll," Jason gasped, running his hands down Dick's arms. "You okay?"

"Mmhm." Dick rolled his hips, and...now that he was already here, the idea started to creep in that perhaps the same thing would happen again as the night he'd shattered the glass in the bathroom.

Dick swore on any and all things holy and divine that if he'd gotten this fucking far and crashed right before coming again, he was gonna burn down the whole apartment building.

"Fuckin' amazing, Dickie," Jason sighed. He trailed a still slightly oiled hand over one of Dick's nipples, teasing it, and Dick arched into it. "Feel good?"

"Uh huh. Fuck, kiss me."

Jason did just that, kissing him hard and rolling his hips up against him. Dick broke away to let his head fall back onto Jason's shoulder.

"Yeah, god, missed this," he panted.

"Yeah?" Jason asked. "Can't handle a whole week without getting fucked?"

Dick cringed. "N— please don't. Don't call me a slut," he said quietly, and Jason froze.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean it like that. Really, I'm not calling you a slut." There was silence for a beat. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine, really," he said, eyes shut tight. Against what, he didn't know — the thoughts, probably. Not that it helped. "Come on, if I don't come sometime in the next half hour I'll probably spontaneously implode," he joked, trying to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere.

Jason kissed his neck and slowly, slowly rolled his hips. "I don't think that about you, you know," he said. "I would never."

The earnestness of it made something in Dick's chest ache, like a bad wound being kissed 'all better'.

"It's fine," he breathed. "I know." He ground his ass back down against Jason. "It's fine."

He kissed him again so Jason couldn't keep apologizing and circled his hips, making Jason groan deep and fuck back up against him.

Dick wondered at how much being loved could feel like heartbreak.

They finished like that, slow and quiet; and, stronger than the orgasm itself, Dick felt relief flowing through his veins, sweetly permeating everything. They were going to be okay, they could make it through this. Now, thankfully, thankfully, he had proof that his body wasn't broken.

He poured his relief into his kisses, kissing Jason long after he felt him start to soften inside him. And when he finally pulled back, Jason was still right there, staring at him like he'd hung the goddamn moon.

"I love you," Dick felt compelled to say. "God I love you so much."

"I know," Jason whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "I know, I love you too."

Eventually, Dick got uncomfortable enough to try to stand on still-shaky legs, and Jason finally slid out of him. He thought he should probably take a shower — perhaps using olive oil hadn't been his best idea, as he felt sticky and greasy now — but as soon as he stepped forward, he felt Jason's hands lightly catch at his waist.

"This okay?" he asked, settling his hands on Dick's hips.

"Mhm, I need to clean up though."

Jason had been unashamedly staring at his ass, his thumbs drawing distracted little circles on the small of Dick's back. He wrenched his eyes up to meet Dick's and unconsciously licked his lips.

"Wouldn't want you to drip on the carpet now, would we?" he finally said. "I can clean you up...if you wanted."

"Seriously?" He could feel something — possibly excess oil, possibly something else — beginning to make it's way slowly down his thigh, and he shifted uncomfortably.

Jason's eyes tracked it making its way down. "Yeah, seriously. That's hot." He carefully trailed his hands down the sides of Dick's thighs, stopping the trail with his thumb and pushing it back up a few inches, before looking back up to check that Dick was alright.

"Go for it. Just...don't touch anything else," Dick said. He probably should have expected this would happen — he didn't really understand the single-minded fixation Jason seemed to have with come sometimes, but, well...he didn't really have to understand. He wasn't here to be judgy about it.

Dick ended up face down on the carpet, his arms having given up on the whole hands-and-knees idea at some point. The 'saving the carpet' excuse was a bit moot at this point, with all the pre-come that his cock was leaking onto it, but he found he didn't really care. He sincerely doubted Jason did either.

Jason was appropriately careful about not touching elsewhere too, and Dick was relieved he didn't even test the waters by touching his perineum or his balls like he normally would. He honestly had no idea when things would go from okay to bad, and he didn't particularly want to find that line.

Dick rocked back against his face, tightening the hand which had at some point found its way into Jason's hair. Jason groaned against him and shoved his tongue deeper.

"Oh fuck Jay," he gasped softly, before biting his lip hard against the moan that wanted to come out as Jason lapped against him.

"Can I slap your ass baby?" Jason murmured, pulling back slightly. Dick released the death grip on his hair, and Jason sat back, running his hands up over his ass and then down over the outside of his hips.

"Go ahead."

Jason's hand came down on one cheek with a satisfying smack. It barely stung, but still, he ran his hand soothingly over the area and pressed a kiss to it.

"You're really enjoying this, huh? Gonna come again?"

Dick's laugh turned into a sigh of pleasure as Jason licked over him again.

He let him continue for a few more minutes, before slowly pulling him away with a hand in his hair, and rolling onto his side. He held out his hand to Jason to pull him up toward his face.

"No shit I'm enjoying it," he finally responded. "Your tongue is fucking unparalleled." He threaded his fingers through the back of Jason's hair, and pulled his face closer to kiss along his jaw. "But no, I don't think a second round's gonna happen." He was turned on still, and it felt amazing, but just this was enough, he didn't feel the need to get off again.

Dick glanced down at Jason's obvious erection. "You want me to help you out though?"

Jason shook his head. "Nah, I'm good."

❥‖ Dick caught his lips and kissed him, and Jason trailed a hand up from his hip to his waist. "This alright?" he mumbled against his mouth.

"Mhm," Dick said, kissing him again.

They ended up staying there, on the floor, kissing slowly for nearly the whole afternoon.