( enthusiastic and responsive and if jason's being honest with himself--tim's noises are a little overwhelming. no wet dream he's ever had could have prepared him for this; the feeling of tim's skin against his own, his lips pressing close, those moans he gives--the way his back arches, how his body moves against him.
teeth dig tight into the inside of his cheek when tim just stops breathing. he gives him a few moments to get control of himself, to take that deep breath in and gain some semblance of tim again and then he's fucking smiling again and jesus. all this is nice and all, touching him, feeling him, tasting tim--but he's pretty sure this'd be all just as pleasing if they'd just roll over so he could bury his face against his neck and take a few hours to breathe him in.
because that smile is going to be the second death of jason todd.
jason presses in close, kisses tim deep and hard, fucks his mouth with his tongue and moans against him as he pushes his digit in further, stretches him out slow. takes his time to really feel tim despite himself. he's got him right where he wants him, right where he never thought he'd have tim and get a few poor life decisions later, here he is: on tim's bed, tim in his lap and those nice, thin fingers wrapped around his cock.
at least if he dies now, it'd be a real nice fucking(ha) death. he'd have no regrets going out with tim moaning in his lap. )
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teeth dig tight into the inside of his cheek when tim just stops breathing. he gives him a few moments to get control of himself, to take that deep breath in and gain some semblance of tim again and then he's fucking smiling again and jesus. all this is nice and all, touching him, feeling him, tasting tim--but he's pretty sure this'd be all just as pleasing if they'd just roll over so he could bury his face against his neck and take a few hours to breathe him in.
because that smile is going to be the second death of jason todd.
jason presses in close, kisses tim deep and hard, fucks his mouth with his tongue and moans against him as he pushes his digit in further, stretches him out slow. takes his time to really feel tim despite himself. he's got him right where he wants him, right where he never thought he'd have tim and get a few poor life decisions later, here he is: on tim's bed, tim in his lap and those nice, thin fingers wrapped around his cock.
at least if he dies now, it'd be a real nice fucking(ha) death. he'd have no regrets going out with tim moaning in his lap. )