What, you don’t already carry condoms and lube around in your belt? Considering how much shit you had in your drawer--color me surprised. ( this--this is nice. tim over him, moving slow, taking his tim to get used to it, chatting casually while he sinks lower onto jason; it’s fucking killing him a little, feeling that hottight vice around him and not grabbing onto those hips and shoving him down. next time they’ll go fast, he thinks. he’ll find tim when he’s out on patrol, find a nice dark, abandoned alley and take him hard. cause cuts and scrapes on those calloused palms as they press against bricks, push tim into the wall and leave him screaming, ruin red robin.
the fantasy’s enough for the moment. it’s enough of a distraction. he wants and wants and wants and taking it all would be so easy, but jason--for all his snark, for the harsh words and the even more harsh way he shoves those around him, he’s not going to push tim over like a fucking animal the first time. he can be better than that. he wants to be.
jason’s always wanted to be better.
those words whispered into his ear leave him dizzy with permission, and jason’s certainly not wasting that. hands grip hard onto tim’s hips, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise as he give a guttural, pleased sound and lifts tim’s hips, pulls him up, pauses for just a moment once he’s lifted him high enough that just the head of his erection’s still inside and leans in, presses lips to the underside of tim’s jaw. )
Brace your hands on my shoulders. ( he laughs, just barely audible. ) You’re so light. ( which. is the only warning tim’s getting before jason’s pulling him back down hard, hips thrusting up into him at the same time to bury himself in to the hilt. one second, two--shudder running through his spine as teeth dig into the inside of jason’s cheek and he’s lifting tim again, thrusting hips up as he pulls him back down. )
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the fantasy’s enough for the moment. it’s enough of a distraction. he wants and wants and wants and taking it all would be so easy, but jason--for all his snark, for the harsh words and the even more harsh way he shoves those around him, he’s not going to push tim over like a fucking animal the first time. he can be better than that. he wants to be.
jason’s always wanted to be better.
those words whispered into his ear leave him dizzy with permission, and jason’s certainly not wasting that. hands grip hard onto tim’s hips, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise as he give a guttural, pleased sound and lifts tim’s hips, pulls him up, pauses for just a moment once he’s lifted him high enough that just the head of his erection’s still inside and leans in, presses lips to the underside of tim’s jaw. )
Brace your hands on my shoulders. ( he laughs, just barely audible. ) You’re so light. ( which. is the only warning tim’s getting before jason’s pulling him back down hard, hips thrusting up into him at the same time to bury himself in to the hilt. one second, two--shudder running through his spine as teeth dig into the inside of jason’s cheek and he’s lifting tim again, thrusting hips up as he pulls him back down. )