( if there's one thing he doesn't have to worry about when it comes to this with tim, it's breaking him. tim may be smaller, but he's still built like a robin. he's all toned muscle and hardsoft edges, body worked to it's peak. it has to be, to keep up with all the shit bruce puts them through, to live through the kind of shit they face every goddamn day wearing the R. tim wasn't made for this bullshit, but he chose it anyway. he pushed and pushed to get to where he is, fought hard and long, trained not to make the same kind of mistakes that had jason's body lying in a casket six feet under.
being replaced stung like hell--but it wasn't on tim. not in the ways that really fucking matter. he's watched him for years, seen the shit he gets to. gets his dirty little fingers into. there is no reason to treat tim with careful gentleness; he can handle himself just fine. )
Just remember you asked for it.
( hands shift to press into tim's hips, lifting him up and off of jason just long enough to throw him back onto the mattress as he follows after him, fingers shifting down to a thigh to lift it up and prop it over his shoulder as jason drives back into him, hard and fast. if it's force tim wants, he's more than happy to oblige. jason's shit at holding back, anyway; and he's all force, all the time. this is different, sex has never been about beating down an opponent, about using raw power and fists to beat down assholes in his way.
fingers grip onto tim's thigh, dig in hard enough to leave bruises behind as his opposite forearm presses down into the mattress beside tim's head, using the leverage he has to thrust into him hard and deep with every snap of his hips, angling hips to drag the head of his cock against the walls inside tim, trying to find that bunch of nerves that'll set him off. using force like this is much, much different than a fight. he's not trying to overpower tim, shove his face into the dirt and show him jason todd isn't someone to fuck with. ha. he's doing the opposite: holding on tight, driving into him with intent, letting go and giving tim this part of him, too.
the unrestrained, impetuous, passion-driven piece of him. it's easy to shift down and press his mouth to tim's neck, gentleness of his lips a direct contrast to the rough snapping of his hips, pulling out for a moment before rolling back in twice as hard, pressing in as deep as he can.
pleased grunts and groans press against tim's skin, vibrating through the tendons he's licking and sucking over as he keeps moving, doesn't stop. )
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being replaced stung like hell--but it wasn't on tim. not in the ways that really fucking matter. he's watched him for years, seen the shit he gets to. gets his dirty little fingers into. there is no reason to treat tim with careful gentleness; he can handle himself just fine. )
Just remember you asked for it.
( hands shift to press into tim's hips, lifting him up and off of jason just long enough to throw him back onto the mattress as he follows after him, fingers shifting down to a thigh to lift it up and prop it over his shoulder as jason drives back into him, hard and fast. if it's force tim wants, he's more than happy to oblige. jason's shit at holding back, anyway; and he's all force, all the time. this is different, sex has never been about beating down an opponent, about using raw power and fists to beat down assholes in his way.
fingers grip onto tim's thigh, dig in hard enough to leave bruises behind as his opposite forearm presses down into the mattress beside tim's head, using the leverage he has to thrust into him hard and deep with every snap of his hips, angling hips to drag the head of his cock against the walls inside tim, trying to find that bunch of nerves that'll set him off. using force like this is much, much different than a fight. he's not trying to overpower tim, shove his face into the dirt and show him jason todd isn't someone to fuck with. ha. he's doing the opposite: holding on tight, driving into him with intent, letting go and giving tim this part of him, too.
the unrestrained, impetuous, passion-driven piece of him. it's easy to shift down and press his mouth to tim's neck, gentleness of his lips a direct contrast to the rough snapping of his hips, pulling out for a moment before rolling back in twice as hard, pressing in as deep as he can.
pleased grunts and groans press against tim's skin, vibrating through the tendons he's licking and sucking over as he keeps moving, doesn't stop. )