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It was nothing short of a miracle that they made it just in time to their destination. The owner, an elderly man, was just about to close shop at two in the morning, and Jason bolted across the street to stop him. The poor old man was startled when the tall man slammed his hand against the security shutters, causing him to jump and gasp, clutching his chest to prevent his heart from leaping out of its place.
“Please, sir,” Jason began, slightly hunched over as he tried to catch his breath and fought to keep the alcohol down where it belonged in his stomach. Running hadn't been the best of decisions at that moment, but it had to be done. “I know you’re closed, but my husband and I just got married and I don’t want to buy just any ring. I know your shop has a vast collection of old and authentic rings, and I… he deserves something special.”
The man blinked at him owlishly before bursting into surprised laughter. He probably thought he was initially being robbed, no doubt. Jason found it shocking enough that the shop even stayed open that late in these parts of Gotham, even if it was trudging along the borders of the heart of the city. There was no part of Gotham that could stave off the cold and murderous intent of its more villainous residents, even if it was the more glitzy parts.
“I… I, yes, of course!” He then hastily undid the locks and rolled the shutters up and opened the door to his shop. Dick and Jason were ushered inside, and the lights flickered on, revealing a variety of interesting antiques.
“Thank you, sir. You have no idea how much this means to me,” Jason breathed out in relief. He wasn’t normally this honest with strangers, or with anyone really, but that night had thus far been so wonderful and emotional that Jason couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Please, call me Jack,” the old man chuckled, walking up to the counter. “Sir is much too formal and it makes me feel rather old. Well… older than I already am, that is.”
Jack then paused and eyed the two men curiously, a white brow raised with amusement. “Unplanned wedding?”
Dick laughed, gazing up at Jason fondly. “Something like that. It wasn’t planned, but it was meant to be.”
Jason smiled in agreement, slipping his hand into Dick’s.
“When you know, then you know,” Jack nodded in agreement. “It was the same with my dear Eloise. As soon as I laid my eyes on her beautiful face across the dance floor, I knew instantly she was the one - asked her hand in marriage a month later and we were happily married for sixty-three years,” he finished his story with a wistful smile and leaned onto the glass counter. His smile became fuller, and his eyes sparkled. “Now, how can I help commemorate this special bond between the two of you?”
“I… don’t really know anything about rings,” Jason admitted. “I just know that I want something special.”
“How about I grab a few trays and we work from there?” The men quickly nodded in agreement and Jack placed five large trays full of rings onto the whole vicinity of the counter. Jason leaned in closer, his eyes running over the jewelry. They were all very beautiful. Some were plain bands whereas others were doused in a variety of different gems. Jason turned to Dick, watching him fondly as Dick studied a few rings with a critical eye. He was adorable with the way he would focus on them so intently, his plush lips pressed thin and his blue eyes would somehow shine even brighter as he took in the finesse of their craftsmanship.
“Perhaps it’ll help if you know what colour you want the stones to be,” Jack offered after a while when he noticed Dick only paying attention to a select few rings.
“Purple,” Dick replied without hesitation, putting down the most recent ring he was studying. The answer made Jason’s heart sing, and he couldn’t wipe the stupid grin that made its way on his face. Purple, the colour produced when combining blue and red. The colours of Nightwing and Red Hood. He nodded in approval, placing a kiss on top of Dick’s temple.
“Then I have just a collection!” Jack exclaimed. He put the trays away before bringing out new ones, two trays of a variety of purple rings, all different hues. Once again, Jason was stunned by their beauty. He had never been one for jewelry, but somehow this felt special and his eyes took in every detail, searching for that one piece that would call to him. And there it was, a thin band ring with the stones arranged into five delicate petals. A forget-me-not flower.
“Ah, yes. Excellent eye,” Jack complimented, picking up the ring and handing it over to Jason. “It was made by an excellent artisan by the name of Hugh Laurent in 1864.”
“Jason,” Dick breathed out, awestruck. He must also know the meaning and significance behind the flower. Back in the Victorian times, forget-me-nots had symbolised true love and devotion, a fitting meaning for their marriage. Dick then turned to Jack, “Do you have rings from the regency era.”
“Dick…” Jason felt his face heat up at the thoughtfulness of his husband.
“The regency era you say, hmm,” he pondered for a moment, rubbing his chin thoughtfully before his bushy brows shot up. “As a matter of fact, I do!”
Jack left the two as he rummaged through his drawers in search of the rings. It wasn’t long before he put together a small collection of old, but well looked after rings.
“Now, these are all from the regency era, however,” Jack began as he picked up a pair of rings. “These are the only ones with a rather unique story behind them.”
Jason stared at the rings with awe. They were thick bands of rose gold and in the centre sat a small, dark purple gem. They were, in terms of simplicity, awe-inspiring.
“These were crafted for two men, surprisingly enough. Jonathan Fatch and Robert Whitman. Historians dubbed them as ‘close friends.’” Jason snorted as Jack shook his head with amusement. “I sincerely doubt that considering that men during that era rarely ever wore rings. It could’ve been nothing but a sweet, forbidden romance between the two. Especially when one would take into account the rather suggestive letters they wrote one another on their days apart.”
“That’s so romantic,” Dick commented as he leaned into Jason, examining the rings. He had put down the forget-me-not ring, and he then reached out to take the rings from Jack’s palm. “It’s almost as if they were us in a different lifetime.”
Dick turned to take off Jason’s ring pop and replaced it with the new ring. It was uncanny how perfectly it slid onto his finger as though it had finally returned home and Jason’s heart soared. Then, much to his surprise, Dick placed the second ring onto his own finger.
“You don't have to give up on the forget-me-not ring,” Jason murmured as he caressed Dick’s cheek softly with the back of his hand. “The lilac blues match your eyes”
“Nonsense,” Dick countered, smiling. “These rings are equally as beautiful as the flower one - if not more beautiful ‘cause I know you’ll be wearing its other half... And I also know how much Jane Austen means to you as a writer.”
Jason’s breath hitched. He hadn’t realised how much Dick had actually paid attention to him throughout the years and it made his heart do a little flip. “Then I promise to buy you forget-me-nots for the rest of my life.”
“Ah, young love,” Jack sighed out wistfully. “It warms my old heart to see that true love still exists amongst the youths of today, especially with all those dating apps - Bumble Bee or Harmony or however they are called.”
“We’ll take these,” Dick announced confidently. Jack returned his smile, nodding his head in approval.
"These are five-hundred eighty dollars each, however for you, I'll sell them for five-hundred twenty each."
Dick was about to reach for his wallet when Jason stopped him. "I'll be paying by card, please."
"Jay…"
"Shaddup and let me get you something pretty." Jason kissed Dick sweetly on the lips before handing Jack his card.
"It was a pleasure to do business with you, as well as meeting the both of you."
"Likewise," Dick replied, smiling as he tucked his arm into the crook of Jason's elbow. Jason nodded as he gave Jack a firm handshake.
"I wish you both a long and joyous life together." They then proceeded to say their goodbyes and parted ways after they helped Jack lock up his store.
Dick danced, well, more like tried to, swirling in circles a few times before stumbling slightly as vertigo took a hold over him. He laughed it off, leaning against a lamppost with one hand. Jason paused to stare at Dick in awe. He looked like some godly being beneath the warm glow of the light and he smiled softly at his husband before making his way over.
"The ring is so pretty," Dick sighed as he studied the glittering gem beneath the lamp.
"Not as pretty as you," Jason countered huskily, tucking a few strands of hair behind Dick's ear. Dick laughed boisterously, his eyes fluttering closed as he tilted his head back.
"That's such a lame line." Jason smirked, his green eyes sparkling with mischief as he brought Dick's hand up and kissed his ring.
"And you love it."
"That I do. You're a big dork, but you're my big dork."
"Mmm, that I am." Dick leaned in to kiss but Jason pulled away with a low chuckle, patting his husband's cheek. "Now come, we'll never get to the hotel otherwise."
"Eager are we??"
"Shaddup." Dick laughed as Jason's ears turned red.
"Mr. Grayson," the receptionist greeted them, flashing them a well practised welcoming smile. The brunette woman gave Dick a sleek, golden key card with a tip of her head. "Your friends have already gone up to the suite. I hope everything will be to your liking and that you enjoy your stay."
"Of course Roy would book us the most expensive of rooms," Jason muttered as he stumbled into the elevator, Dick in his arms. Dick breathed out a low chuckle as he crowded Jason against the mirrored wall, his eyes hooded and glazed over. His soft, pink lip was tucked beneath his teeth and he put his body weight against Jason's hard chest.
"All the more fun to wreck when I ruin you," he murmured, his breath hot against Jason's lips. Jason's breath hitched as something sweltering and needy unfurled within him, sending electric jolts straight to his groin. He circled his arms around Dick's slim waist and pulled him closer.
"I'd like to see you try."
Dick's eyes flashed bright at the prospect of a challenge before darkening, his pupils eclipsing his blue irises. The gap between their lips became smaller and smaller, and Jason's eyes fluttered close in anticipation, his breath coming out in short pants and -
The doors chimed open and loud, off-key music blared into the elevator, starling the lovers apart.
"Hey man!! Glad you finally made it!" Roy yelled, oblivious to the deteriorating sexual tension that still stubbornly hung thickly in the air. Jason resisted the urge to scream out his frustrations, letting his head thud against the mirror. Dick sighed, grabbing Jason's hand and led him into the suite.
"Yup, glad to be here with you guys!" Dick gave Roy a strained smile, and with a flicker of his eyes, Jason could see the bulge in Dick's jeans. Roy laughed, handing them both expensive champagne poured in red plastic cups.
"You can deal with your problem later, but right now, we still have to party," Wally slurred, grinning widely as he dragged Dick over to where Kori, Ivy and Harley were singing Dancing Queen . Jason stared at the sight, his right eye slightly spasming. So that explained why the song sounded so terrible, but he could honestly say that he was happy that they were enjoying themselves at least (even at the cost of his own ears).
"Come, I bet you're just dying to be near your husband again," Roy said with a knowing smirk. Jason, for the umpth time that evening, wondered why he even had Roy as a friend again. That dickstick knew what he had interrupted and only played that knowledge to his own sadistic pleasures.
Jason rolled his eyes, but nonetheless, followed his friend, taking a few sips of his champagne. Wally and Dick were already flipping through the song options and Jason smiled. He loved it when Dick smiled his genuine and happy smiles, letting his guard down to savour the moment. The lines that had made their home between his brows smoothened, making Dick look younger and even more impossibly beautiful. One would start believing in angels upon seeing such a face and it made Jason's heart swell up with reverence and love for his adoring husband.
"What rings did you get!" Kori plopped down onto the sofa beside Jason and leaned over to peer at his ring. Harley bounced her way over, brimming with excitement upon seeing the pretty rings.
"I never took Red Hood as a gem kind of guy," Pamela smiled as she nodded her head in approval.
"Or any kinda jewelry type of guy," Roy added and the tip of Jason's ears reddened upon being teased.
"I can be an anti-hero and still like pretty things," he mumbled, crossing his arms.
"And they're from the regency era! My husband is such a romantic at heart and I adore him for it!" Dick swooned, dramatically clutching his chest.
Roy howled in laughter whereas Kori squealed, both knowing about Jane Austen as they were both people that knew nothing of boundaries and would often go snooping around his bookcase.
"That's so sweet, Jay!"
"S-shut up and go sing or whatever."
"Wait, what's the regency era? What is its significance??"
"Nope," Jason shot up from the couch and made his way to the karaoke machine, pushing Wally out of the way. "Get out the way, loser - I got a husband to sing with."
"Hey!"
"But I have so many questions!" Harley continued, but Jason didn't spare her a glance as he picked a song. Already too many people knew about his guilty pleasure, the last thing he needed was Harley, of all people, yapping off to other associates of how Red Hood loved regency romance novels. No thank you to that.
The beat began, and dread immediately began to pool in the pit of his stomach. Why the fuck had he decided to go and sing just to avoid answering questions that really didn't need to be answered. It wasn't that he was necessarily bad at singing, but it was one thing to sing in the shower with the help of the bathroom's great acoustics and a completely different thing to do it in front of a crowd of people who were not afraid to tease.
However, one look into Dick's eyes and all of the worries and people faded away into nothingness. It was only him and Dick singing - Dick, the only one who mattered in that moment. The words left his lips as it had done hundreds of times before and he sang the song without ever looking away from the deep blues he had come to love so much over the years.
"I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me!" Their voices were in perfect harmony, Jason's deeper singing voice complimenting Dick's lighter one. He was enjoying himself, he realised, gazing into his loved one's eyes while singing. However, as fun as it was, the song soon came to a close and they were left panting and flushed.
"That was amazing! What can the Bats not do? Other than kill I mean."
"Okay wedding boy, now it's my time to sing with my BFF.” Wally shooed Jason away, causing him to stumble and curse beneath his breath. They ended up singing some Japanese song, most likely from some anime that Jason didn’t know. They butchered the pronunciation for most of the words, but it was enjoyable nonetheless to listen to (not that Jason could ever tire listening to Dick).
They all sang a few more songs and emptied a lot more than a few bottles before everyone finally left. Jason sighed, weariness tugging at his eyes. It had been a long and eventful night, and now he wanted nothing more than to go to sleep with his husband in his arms. He went to the kitchen for a glass of water, something he knew hangover him would appreciate come morning. Jason smiled when he stumbled past their pet goat, Dolores, who was resting on a makeshift pile of blankets.
He blushed at the sudden dream thrusted upon him of a home with a picket white fence and lived in by a dog and a couple of kids - their kids. One step at a time, Todd, he reminded himself but he couldn't stop the warmth blossoming in his chest like some great fruit tree come spring, growing and expanding with life and beauty. 'One day' was the promise he settled on. However, at that moment, he had a husband to tend to and he filled an extra glass of water for him.
"Here," he handed Dick the water with a shy smile. Dick beamed at him as he took a sip and Jason turned his attention to switching off the karaoke machine.
Dick then stopped drinking and stared at the small container that he found in his jacket. His eyes widened in remembrance and beamed as he placed his nearly empty cup of water down before opening the compact to reveal the deep magenta powder. He leaned in, taking a curious sniff and was pleasantly surprised at how pleasant it smelled. Sweet, like vanilla with a hint of cinnamon.
While Dick knew that people didn’t eat makeup, he was also extremely drunk and he allowed curiosity to get the best of him. He dabbed his finger into the powder before placing it onto his tongue. It instantly melted like fresh snow on a spring's day, seeping into his tongue. He grimaced, it definitely didn’t taste as good as it smelled and he idly wondered if that was the case for most makeup products. To push the taste from his tongue, he smelled it again with a deep sigh.
“What’re you doin’ there, Dickie?” Jason had a puzzled, but amused expression on his face and his lips were drawn back into a fond, crooked grin.
“It smells good,” Dick replied and Jason’s heart melted. His husband was just too adorable for this world. “Wanna sniff?”
“No thanks,” he declined with a chuckle. However, it became quickly apparent that Dick didn’t accept no as an answer. He took a deep breath and blew the powder directly into Jason’s face, painting him in a layer of magenta. Jason blinked as a scent that reminded him of autumn filled his nostrils. It was almost too sweet for his liking, but Dick wasn’t wrong with it smelling somewhat pleasant. It certainly wasn’t like the crack he had initially assumed it to be.
It was only a second afterwards that his body felt hot, and he began tugging at the collar of his shirt. Sweat gathered, rolling down his flushed skin in a poor attempt to cool his body down. His pants were suddenly strained by the swelling of his cock, and Jason moaned at the growing pressure. He wanted to question what the hell was happening, but he found that other matters were much more pressing than the why and hows. His heated brain had all but turned to mush, replaced with only the primal urge to fuck.
And how could he possibly resist such an urge when Dick was staring at him as though he wanted to devour Jason whole? His blue eyes had darkened considerably with swirls of lust dancing beneath the heated gaze that only made Jason harder. Fuck, his husband looked delectable and never had Jason wanted another being more than he had in that moment. Fire burned and consumed him from within, and it wasn’t long before it became too much and they began pulling at each other’s clothes, their hips frantically grinding together in desperation.
Jason thought he heard a rip when Dick finally pulled his shirt off, but he was much too occupied to dwell on it. Who cared if his shirt got torn? He would gladly rip his favourite leather jacket if it meant having Dick’s hands on his skin. Jason tugged at his husband’s jeans, completely baffled that there were still too many layers between them to be considered healthy. Those were the next to go, both of them kicking off their jeans, uncaring as to where they ended up.
"Fuck," Jason panted Dick's lips. "I want to fuck you so bad."
Dick hummed, his fingers intertwining in Jason's curls and forced his head back. The sting of his roots being pulled at drew a moan from his lips, and Jason went still when Dick spoke in a low, sultry voice that made his knees weak. "I think it's gonna be the other way around, Little Wing."
Heat rose within Jason, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His cock twitched at the thought of Dick fucking him hard, and he felt dizzy as more blood rushed towards his groin.
“Think again, dear.” Jason grinned mischievously as he grabbed hold of Dick’s hips and lazily rubbed their erections together. His only warning was the small smile on Dick’s lips before Jason found himself falling onto his back with a show of surprising strength that no drunk person should have. The coffee table snapped in half beneath his weight and he let out a pained groan, already feeling the phantom of a bruise forming on his back. Dick didn’t even stop to ask if Jason was okay, quickly moving to straddle his hips and forcing Jason’s hands above his head.
Jason was much too stunned to fight back, his head swirling from the impact and alcohol. A large part of him didn’t even want to fight back either, enjoying the weight of his husband on top of him and the show of strength. And how could he fight when he felt Dick’s wet hot lips placing open mouthed kisses along his jaw, slowly trailing down his neck, only stopping to leave love bites. Each and every touch left a wave of intense heat in their wake, burning and spreading like wildfire.
Jason arched, his head falling back and his lips opened wide to let out a surprised moan when he felt lips ensnare his left nipple. Dick sucked and licked his breast as though it were a relic to be worshipped while his hand tugged at Jason’s other nipple. He played him like an instrument, making Jason writhe beneath him with every touch and drawing out moan after moan from him.
"Fuck," he swore when Dick changed nipples, the hot tongue running broad strokes over the sensitive nub. Jason took a fistful of Dick’s hair, pulling him closer. "Shit, don't… don't stop."
Jason could feel his husband smirk against his flushed skin, that smug bastard. A strangled whine escaped his throat when Dick pulled away, but Jason was much too far gone to feel embarrassed.
"Never took you to be so loud, Jay," Dick teased as he pinched Jason’s nipples. Jason moaned loudly, arching into his touch and proving Dick’s point. “Mmm, so good to me,” he murmured as he continued his ministrations, twisting Jason’s sensitive nipples until they reddened and tears pricked at the corner of Jason’s eyes. Dick smiled, satisfied at the sight before letting his hands slip away as he leaned down to lick away the perspiration gathering on Jason’s stomach.
Jason was a hot mess by the time Dick bordered along the edge of Jason’s boxer briefs, leaving him panting and his hips twitched, his cock desperate for some relief. However, relief did not come as Dick made no move to remove the underwear. Instead, his lips attacked Jason’s inner thigh, and god damn, Jason had never stopped to think how sensitive that area could be. Jason bucked beneath Dick when he felt teeth sink into his flesh, hard enough to leave a bruise in the shape of teeth marks.
Jason couldn’t take it anymore and forced Dick’s face away. “If you don’t stop teasing,” he began, gritting his teeth. However, Dick wasn’t the least bothered by the rather empty threat and gave him a lazy smirk that only further fueled Jason’s arousal.
"Since you asked so nicely, my love." Dick then finally pulled off Jason’s underwear, freeing his hard, leaking cock from its painful prison. Jason groaned in relief as cool air greeted his heated groin, making his skin prickle and causing him to shudder. Dick stared at him, his eyes half mast, and Jason swallowed thickly beneath the intense gaze.
"Fuck, you're beautiful, Jay. So big and oh so gorgeous," Dick murmured, in complete awe at the sight of Jason sprawled on his back, his face flushed with arousal and his green eyes dark and hooded. Jason let out a small whine at the praise, feeling his heart leap as the words wormed their way into his mind. Dick smiled warmly at him, making a small cooing sound before wrapping his hand around Jason's length, giving it a few teasing strokes. Jason felt his toes curl and his lips parted in surprise, taken aback by the intense pleasure that coursed through him with every stroke.
It felt amazing. Better than any handjob he had ever received. Dick's hand was larger than a woman's, and rougher to the touch, calloused from years of acrobatics and fighting with escrima sticks. The burn of friction as the coarse skin glided along his sensitive length made his back arch and he writhed as Dick picked up the pace, occasionally running his thumb teasingly over the head of his penis.
Jason nearly shouted in anguish when Dick suddenly pulled away, snapping his eyes open and he was ready to give his husband a piece of his mind when all words died on his tongue and his mouth fell open into a perfect O. His cock sank deep into Dick's mouth, his tongue gliding over the underside of his length. The view was just as good as the sensations, and Jason could do nothing but helplessly watch as his husband took his cock. Dick's red and swollen lips were stretched around him and his cheeks were dusted with a deep red. As though he felt the weight of Jason's gaze, his eyes fluttered open and blue eyes stared lovingly back up at him, half-masted and dark with lust. The corners of his lips twitched and without warning or breaking eye contact, Dick took Jason's entire length, letting it rest in the back of his throat.
Jason swore under his breath, his fingers pulling at Dick's silky locks of hair. "Shit, Dickie," he rasped, shuddering as intense pleasure coursed through his body. "Taking my cock so well…"
So enthralled by Dick's mouth was Jason that he didn't even notice a finger inching closer to his hole until it forced its way inside of him with the help of lubricant. When or where Dick got the lube, Jason did not know nor did he have the brain capacity to mull over it. His hips bucked, attempting to withdraw himself from the foreign intrusion, but Dick held him down.
"Shh, just relax for me, baby," Dick cooed, his voice hoarse and deep and breathless. Jason swallowed thickly, but did as he was told. He went lax, allowing the tension to slip from his muscles. He trusted Dick, and Jason knew that he wouldn't hurt him. "Mmm, that's it, what a good boy."
Jason whimpered softly, heat spreading across his skin from the sweet words that dripped from Dick's lips. The finger sank deeper within him, his muscles slowly giving way, slowly getting used to the intrusion. Jason bit his lower lip, trying not to think of how odd it felt at first to have a finger in his hole. Dick didn't pay him any mind, however, probing around until there was a sudden and intense jolt of pleasure that had Jason scratching at the carpet for purchase as his hips shot forward, chasing after the sensation.
"Wha-what was that?" Jason asked, sounding equally as breathless as he as astonished. Dick smirked and he pressed his finger against that same spot again, setting fireworks off to Jason's nerves.
"That, my dear, is your prostate."
Jason couldn't reply, his head was tilted back and his mouth hung open as his face was contorted with pure bliss. He filled the room with lewd sounds, accompanying the squelching of Dick's finger stretching him. How Jason had never tried this before we beyond him. The pleasure was unlike anything he had felt before and his body thrummed with wild energy. He moaned when he felt a second finger press inside of him, stretching him open further.
Dick continued scissoring him open until Jason could barely stand it anymore. Then, he pulled away, leaving Jason feeling empty.
"Dickie, please… "
"Come on, Jay. Use your words." That smug bastard was smirking, teasingly stroking Jason's inner thigh with his wet forefinger. The touch was miniscule, but it was lewd and Jason was so sensitive and hard that it felt like lightning bolts with every lazy swirl of the finger.
"Please… please don't stop." He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. He could feel a droplet of sweat roll down his temple and down his face. Dick still didn't make any move to alleviate Jason's growing arousal, not until Jason said exactly what his husband wanted to hear. "Fuck me," Jason cried out, throwing any last remnants of his dignity into the wind. "Please, Dick… fuck me or I'll do it myself."
Dick chuckled deeply, placing a chaste kiss to Jason's muscular thigh. "My, my, always the aggressor, aren't we?"
Before Jason could retort, Dick took him into a sensual, open mouthed kiss. Jason moaned into his mouth, reveling in the way Dick's smooth and strong tongue would rub along his in an intricate dance. Dick then pulled away, a string saliva bridging their mouths only to be severed when Dick smirked.
"I guess I'll just have to fuck it out of you."
Jason keened at the words, pressing his chest up against Dick's, feeling their sweat ridden skin rub against one another. Fuck, Dick using his Nightwing's voice had never been more arousing and fuck, did Jason want him. He shuddered and spread his legs wider apart. He tensed when he felt the blunt head of Dick's cock press against his wet hole. The size was much more intimidating than Dick's fingers, being wider in girth and Jason felt suddenly nervous.
Dick planted soft kisses onto various places on Jason's face: his temple, his rosy cheek, the sharp line of his jaw, the tip of his nose and then, finally, his lips, murmuring sweet nothings between each one. He melted beneath Dick's ministrations, relaxing enough for Dick to take the final step. The initial intrusion wasn't as painful as Jason had been expecting, just odd with the way his hole stretched to accommodate Dick's cock. Their breaths mingled when Dick finally bottomed out, and he paused to allow Jason to adjust. He placed a gentle kiss onto his cheek, smiling against his skin.
"You take me so well, Jay," Dick purred, dragging his wet lips across Jason's cheek before pressing them against his ear, teeth gently nibbling his earlobe. "So, so good."
Jason let out a breathy groan as he wrapped his arms around Dick's shoulders and wiggled his hips to indicate he was ready. He didn't think he could wait any longer even if he wanted to, his husband's words stroking the burning embers deep within him, whispering them to life with his sultry voice and praises. Dick captured his lips into a deep kiss as he began to move. Jason gasped with every roll of the hips, moaning as he felt Dick's cock slid in and out of him. Despite his hole being slick with lube, there was still a sliver of the delicious burn of friction, causing Jason's toes to curl in pleasure.
He almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculously divine this felt. What would his father say if he could see his son now, moaning and writhing as he was being fucked like some five dollar whore. This was everything his father and Crime Alley frowned down at, everything that a man should not do. But fuck, if it didn't feel so fucking good.
He wrapped his legs around Dick's waist, digging his heels into the small of his back, and pulled him closer to him. Their slick bodies slid against one another, and Jason felt as though he were in heaven every time Dick’s abdomen would press against his leaking cock.
"Di...Dick…"
"Fuck, baby. You feel so good, so tight, like you were made for my cock." Dick groaned, nipping little kisses along Jason's jaw. He then slowed to a stop, making Jason whine and tug at his husband, urging him to move again. "Wait, get on your knees on the sofa."
Jason didn't want to remove himself from his husband's loving embrace, but he obeyed nonetheless. He climbed onto the sofa, his knees sinking into the soft, blue cushions as he braced his upper body over the backrest, pushing his ass outwards invitingly. He could feel the heat emitting from Dick who stood behind him, admiring the view Jason was presenting.
Jason looked over his shoulder, a brow cocked. He still felt breathless and his entire body thrummed with lust. "Well, are you gonna fuck me, pretty boy, or are you just going to stand there?"
Dick's eyes, now nearly completely black with lust, dragged themselves away from his ass to meet Jason's equally dark eyes. He gave the younger man a lazy smirk that sent a thrill down Jason's spine before resting his hands on either side of Jason's waist.
"Mm, still some attitude left, I see." His voice was like silk to Jason's ears, low and soft.
"Better get to it then," Jason taunted as he grinned, swaying his ass enticingly. Dick growled and snapped his hips forward, his slick cock gliding over the cleft of Jason's ass. He did it a few times and just when Jason turned to yell at him, Dick bottomed out in one quick and brutal thrust, causing Jason's back to arch in surprise and pleasure.
"You… ass...hole.." Jason groaned between each hard thrust, clenching his teeth as he tightened his grip on the back of the sofa. Dick huffed a laugh, sounding exhilarated and breathless.
"You love it." He leaned over Jason, his hot breath fanning against Jason's right ear in short pants. Teeth nibbled the shell of his ear before mouthing wet kisses along his neck and shoulder. "My beautiful, sweet husband. So fucking gorgeous and all mine."
"Yes," Jason panted, growing hotter and hotter with every thrust. "All yours… all yours, Dickie…"
Dick then changed the angle of his hips and the blunt head of his cock hit its mark. "Fuck! Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck! "
Dick mercilessly attacked Jason's prostate as he continued to cover his husband's skin in love bites. They were both close - so, so close. Dick's thrust became more erratic and Jason's eyes watered as lewd, desperate moans escaped his plush lips. Jason knew he was done for when Dick wrapped a calloused hand around his painfully hard cock.
"Jay, Jay, Jay," Dick chanted. "Fuck, I'm gonna come. You feel so good, baby. Gonna come for me, my pearl?"
Jason choked out Dick’s name as his orgasm took him with a sudden and merciless force, causing his vision to white out with pleasure. His cum stained the blue cushions white, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, still too occupied by his afterglow and Dick still ramming into him to chase his own climax. It wasn’t long before Dick’s hips stuttered as he spurted thick, hot ropes of cum into Jason’s tight hole.
They didn’t move immediately from their positions, still overcome by the euphoria of their orgasms. It was only when they finally came down, that Dick pulled out with a groan and plopped onto the soft cushions. Jason allowed his body to relax, his body sinking into the curvature of the couch as he leaned his forehead against the backrest.
Dick let out a small, disbelieving chuckle after a while. “I’m already getting hard,” he then said. It was Jason’s turn to huff out a laugh as he moved his head to glance down at Dick’s hardening member. It looked angry and it was still slick with lube, and god, did it look beautiful with the nest of dark curls resting at the bottom of its base.
Jason flipped his boneless body with a low groan, his ass barely missing the spot where his cum was drying. His bangs stuck messily to his forehead and his cheeks were deeply flushed from their earlier activities and the newly rising arousal.
“Same,” he said back gruffly.
“Mmm, what are we to do,” Dick murmured as he continued to stare at Jason’s hard-on. He ran a finger up Jason’s treasure trail towards his belly button before going teasingly back down to the base of his cock. Dick flashed him a smile, full of teeth and filthy promises. “Maybe I should fuck your tight little hole again.”
“Hm, I think it’s my turn to make you mine.” Jason then grabbed Dick and roughly pulled him onto his lap, his back against Jason’s chest. Jason moaned at the sudden weight pressed against his cock, and he moaned again when Dick purposely wiggled his ass. He retaliated, pinching Dick’s side.
"Hey, ouch!"
Jason chuckled, his husband was just so adorable that he could just eat him up. His large hands stroked Dicks thighs, his calloused fingers gliding across the expanse of silky golden skin. Jason mouthed wet kisses along the column of his neck as Dick tilted his head back with a sigh, exposing more skin to bruise.
"Show me how you like it," he murmured into his throat. As a show of flexibility, Dick stretched his leg out to where the bottle of lube lay on the ground, grabbing it with his toes before bringing his leg back up. “Circus freak,” Jason commented, more out of fondness rather than poking fun at his husband. “Next time, Imma test just how flexible you really are…”
"Next time," Dick promised and he reached out to grab Jason's hand, bringing them underneath his thighs and near his hole. The tube opened with a pop and he squirted a hefty dose of lube onto Jason's fingers, the thick gel cool against his warm digits. Dick spread the lube over Jason’s fingers and once he was satisfied, he guided Jason's fingers to rest against his entrance.
"Start with just one finger," Dick instructed, his voice low and heavy with anticipation. Jason absentmindedly nodded his head before pushing his middle finger in past the ringed muscles, feeling the resistance slowly give way. His breath hitched in bewilderment at the notion that he was actually inside of Dick and in such an intimate way.
Dick let out a small moan as Jason began thrusting his finger in and out, his hips rocking slightly.
"Is this good?"
"Yes," Dick panted, the back of his head resting on top of Jason’s broad shoulders. "Add a second one…"
Jason obeyed, forcing his forefinger into the hole to join his middle finger. He felt bolder than when he had first started and curled his fingers, remembering back to when Dick had scissored him open. Dick gasped, bucking his hip and his hands shot out to grab hold of Jason’s sides.
" Oh, fuck! Yes! Right there!!"
Jason smirked against Dick's neck. He had found Dick's prostate, and he used this new found knowledge to his advantage. Jason drank in every piece of advice Dick gave him as he kissed and marked his husband’s neck, following every instruction to the letter. The whole process of preparing his husband was more enjoyable than he could ever imagine, enjoying the way Dick moaned and writhed against his fingers as he stretched his hole. However, nothing can compare to when he finally pushed his cock past the two ringed muscles.
Jason threw his head back, never minding the dull thud when his skull hit the wood paneling of the couch. "Fuck, you feel so tight," he groaned. Dick's tight heat clung to his dick, urging him to push in deeper until he finally bottomed out.
"Shit Jay, you're so big," Dick breathed, shuddering at Jason's touches.
Jason tightened his hold on his husband’s plump ass, reveling the way they felt in his palm, and aided him with every thrust. Jason’s toes curled at the sensation, jolt of pleasure shooting through his frazzled nerves every time his cock slid into the snug heat of his husband’s slick hole.
"You know," Jason began, sounding breathless as he suckled Dick's earlobe. "As a kid, I used to hate you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, because no matter how hard I had tried to think of all the big breasted ladies in my late night fantasies, you'd always be the one to replace them."
Dick huffed a laugh that was cut half way off by a low moan. "All that time you’d be glaring at me, you were actually soiling your panties."
"And fuck, I hated you for it. Got me so confused and frustrated."
"That's so hot - my angry Lil’ Wing getting off to Discowing," Dick moaned, tilting his head to the side so that he could gaze Jason in the eyes. Jason's breath hitched, Dick was so fucking gorgeous this close. His dark curls were plastered to his forehead by sweat and he looked so fucked out, and Jason reveled at the fact that he was the cause of that look. He rubbed their noses together and his eyes closed as their warm, wet lips moved together in a slow, sensual kiss. Dick's teeth clicked against his before they pulled at his lips. Jason groaned, opening his mouth slightly in invitation.
A hot, smooth tongue seized the opportunity and slipped past Jason's lips to explore his mouth. Their tongues glided over one another, both fighting for dominance as the kiss grew more heated. Jason quickened their pace, thrusting his hips upwards desperately to meet Dick's soft, round ass as his cock slid effortlessly in his tight pink hole. Dick broke away from the kiss, a string of saliva bridging their mouths, and his flushed face contorted with pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Jay… you stretch me so, soo good, taking such, nngh, good care of me."
"Will always take care of you," Jason hummed as he sucked marks along Dick's jaw. Dick threw his head back with a low groan, and Jason licked away a trail of sweat that lazily rolled down the column of his neck. He nipped at the already there bruises, feeling pride swell deep within his chest. Dick was his and only his and he was going to show that to the world.
"Fuck, Dickie… 'm close…" His arms were aching from carrying Dick's weight, but fuck, was it worth it. Dick felt so good around him, coaxing him in deeper as his cock continuously rubbed against Dick’s prostate.
"Please, please, please." Dick became louder with every thrust, shamelessly begging Jason for release. His muscles clenched down tightly around Jason’s cock, setting Jason’s teeth on edge. He was so close, the heat in his groin growing hotter and hotter, and the pressure was rising higher, teetering on the edge of release.
"Fuck, you're so gorgeous, so beautiful," Jason rambled, his breath coming out in short pants. Dick’s moans were music to his ears, each beautiful sound sending shivers down his spine and Jason tightened his grip. He was certain Dick would wear Jason’s handprints on his ass for the following days, and fuck, if that wasn’t hot.
“Jay-Jason!” Dick shouted as he came, spasming in Jason’s grip as cum decorated his heaving chest. His muscles contracted around Jason, milking out his own orgasm. Jason’s mouth fell open wide as he let out a silent scream, his eyes wide with pleasure and awe. Dick slumped against Jason, completely boneless and out of breath. “Wow…”
“Yeah,” Jason agreed, running his hands in soothing motions along Dick’s outer thighs. He placed a tired kiss on the top of his husband’s messy hair and sighed. “Fuckin’ sex pollen…”
“Hmm,” Dick hummed, snuggling into Jason, rubbing his sweaty forehead against Jason’s neck. “Let’s continue in the bedroom.”
Jason groaned, but his husband was right. A bed sounded much better, even if it meant moving. Dick rolled off him before getting to his feet, making a small sound as his sore muscles stretched. No doubt his knees were aching, too. Jason smiled when Dick offered a hand and he grabbed it, stumbling slightly when he was pulled to his feet. Their bodies were pressed against one another as they gazed into one another’s eyes, and Jason loved the weight and warmth of Dick’s hands on his waist, pulling him closer. They kissed each other slow and sweet, humming contently.
“I wanna film us,” Dick slurred, leaning heavily into Jason. Jason leered at him, his lips pulling into a mischievous grin.
“I always knew you were a kinky bastard,” he murmured, lowering his head to nibble on his husband’s ear. “You always had an exhibisionist streak, didn't you? Always showing off your body. Bet you’d love it if Red Hood took you in a dirty alleyway, getting all wet at the idea of being discovered by Daddy Bat.”
“Fuck, Jay.” Dick moaned, panting loudly against Jason’s cheek. “Let me just…”
Dick pulled away to search for his phone, grabbing the lube along the way. He gave Jason a predatory smile as he waved his phone before sauntering his way to his husband, throwing his arms around Jason’s neck.
They made their way slowly and clumsily to the master suite, refusing to separate from one another as they locked lips. They settled down on the edge of the bed, the fluffy mattress dipping beneath their weight. Dick pushed Jason gently away as his hands drunkenly fumbled to open the camera and began filming, holding his phone up high above them. Jason looked up at the screen, feeling heat pool in his groin as he saw how disheveled he and Dick looked. They looked so good together, so fucked out and perfect.
His green eyes then flickered over to Dick, his eyelids heavy with lust. Dick was completely something else, a god amongst men, a beauty none could ever hope to mirror or recreate. Jason leaned in, drawn to his husband like a moth to a flame, and their lips clashed in an open, sensual kiss. It was even hotter knowing that the camera was rolling, capturing something so intimate, and Jason would’ve never thought this would be such a turn on, but he wasn’t going to complain.
Dick put down the phone in favor of pulling Jason’s curls, reeling him in closer as he thrusted his tongue into Jason’s mouth. Jason moaned, and despite feeling sore from earlier, his body burned for more. Everything felt hot, as if he had been lit on fire, and perspiration gathered and rolled down his aching flushed muscles. Dick then groped Jason’s pecs, moaning at the weight of the muscle in his palm before thumbing his husband’s sensitive nipples.
Jason was pressed down into the mattress, Dick rolling over him and straddled his hips. He rolled his hips and their cocks rubbed against one another, causing Jason to arch up, aching for more friction.
“M...more, Dick… please…”
“So pretty when you beg,” Dick commented as he peered down at Jason’s flushed face. His hands slid down Jason’s arms, humming pleasantly when Jason writhed at the touch, moaning like a cat in heat, needy and desperate. Then, he took Jason’s hands and brought them above his head before he fastened them to the headboard with the help of a silky red rope. Where the hell Dick kept procuring these items from, Jason couldn’t begin to fathom.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. All tied and wet for me,” Dick breathed, leaning back to admire his handiwork. His upper body twisted as he grabbed his forgotten phone and brought it up to capture the scene before him. Jason lay there, vulnerable and tied, and he could only look back, his darkened eyes at half-mast, and his swollen lips parted as he panted. His cheeks were painted a beautiful deep pink, and his forehead glistened with sweat, gluing his loose curls to his skin.
“So pretty for me,” Dick murmured, panning the camera across Jason’s heaving chest. Dick ran a hand over his left breast before capturing Jason’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it slightly. Jason tilted his head back as he moaned loudly, his tongue lolling out as his eyes rolled back into his head. Dick chuckled, the sound sending a shudder through Jason’s body, and he continued to twist and pull at his nipples. “Mmm, just imagine you with piercings here…”
“Please, Dick…” Jason whimpered. Red Hood never begged, but for Dick… for him, Jason would do anything. “Please… touch me… no more teasing…”
Dick smirked, pressing a finger against Jason’s lips. Jason parted them, taking Dick’s finger into his mouth and twirling his tongue around the digit. His green eyes rolled back into his skull and his eyelashes fluttered shut as he continued to suck on Dick’s finger. If only it was something else in his mouth. The thought made Jason hot and he groaned, low and long, sucking on Dick’s finger with renewed fervency.
“Fuck, Jason… my sweet, sweet Jaybird,” Dick moaned as he removed his wet finger from Jason’s hot mouth with a lewd squelch. Jason kept his reddened lips parted as Dick wiped his forefinger across the plush bottom lip, ridding the saliva from his finger. “Such a pretty mouth you have. So soft and malleable.”
“Dick…” Jason whispered against Dick’s finger.
“Mmm, I got you, Jay.” Dick pressed chaste kisses along his jaw, trailing down to his neck where he licked the salty skin with broad strokes of his tongue. Jason whimpered, rolling his hips in hopes of finding some of the relief that Dick was denying him.
He tugged at his restraints, but he was much too helpless in his state to escape the surprisingly secure knots Dick made. It only made him feel hotter, however, at how vulnerable he was and his cock throbbed painfully.
“Please…Dick, fuck…”
Dick chuckled into his neck as he sucked hard, leaving a dark bruise as he pulled away with a smirk. He leaned back and allowed the camera to capture Jason’s disheveled state. Dick pressed his hand firmly onto Jason’s chest, his fingers sprawled out before he dragged them down Jason’s body, his nails scratching light red marks into his skin. The camera followed the movement, following the hand down Jason’s hard stomach and down the trail of dark hairs to his leaking cock. Dick paused, his breath stuttering as he admired how pretty their cocks looked together on the phone’s screen
Jason jolted and he let out a high pitched whine when a warm hand wrapped loosely around his leaking cock, giving it a few strokes. The light, teasing touches were enough to feel like lightning shooting through his body, but not enough to bring relief to the coiling pressure building in the base of his groin. Pleas spewed from his lips, and he gasped wantonly when Dick’s thumb rolled over his slit, wiping away the collecting beads of precum. Jason choked on a whine when Dick pulled his hand away, leaving his cock feeling cold and
“Look at you,” Dick drawled, bringing his thumb up to his face. “So wet for me,” he continued, never breaking eye contact as he licked the cum off the pad of his thumb. Jason swallowed thickly, his mouth going dry at the sight. Dick had no right to be that sexy.
“Stop being such a fucking tease,” Jason croaked out.
Dick grinned smugly, clearly enjoying the power he had over the mighty Red Hood. He shifted so that he was nestled between Jason’s muscular thighs. “You look so sexy on screen,” Dick whispered in awe as he watched he teasingly rubbed his finger against Jason’s still slick pink hole. He zoomed in as he finally pressed his finger in, and Jason sighed in content at his abused hole being filled again.
“Still loose from earlier,” Dick hummed approvingly, leering at Jason’s pink hole. He ended the video and chucked his phone onto the nightstand. With both hands free, he lifted Jason’s ass up, holding his hips with a strong grip as Dick lowered his head until Jason could feel his hot breath against his hole. Jason let out a whimper, his face flushing with embarrassment at how close his husband was.
“Dick…”
“Such a pretty hole, bet it’d taste just as good as the rest of you.”
“Dick, wha- Ah!” Jason jerked against his bonds when he felt a warm tongue poke teasingly at his hole. He let out a string of curses and moans as Dick continued to lap at his hole, occasionally wiggling his tongue inside of Jason. Heat began to build in the pit of his balls, and he could feel himself tethering along the edge of an orgasm, his muscles spasming as he tried to catch his breath with every wave of pleasure.
“Di-Dick!” Jason squirmed, trying to dislodge himself from Dick’s mouth. “Imma… I’m-”
Dick got the memo and pulled away with a pearly white grin. He gently set Jason back down onto the mattress before repositioning himself so that he loomed over his husband, effectively caging him beneath him. His warm blue eyes gazed heatedly down at Jason as he positioned his cock against Jason’s wet entrance, blindly spreading lubricant over his shaft with one hand.
“P...please…” Jason whimpered, biting his lower lip. “Please take me…”
“Anything for you, love.”
Dick rolled his hips forward, pushing his cock into Jason’s awaiting hole. Jason let out a relieved sigh as he felt himself stretch pleasantly around Dick’s dick, letting his head fall back. Dick took the opportunity to attack Jason’s exposed neck, licking long strips of skin. He didn’t pause this time to allow Jason to adjust to his size, thrusting into him relentlessly.
Without pulling out, Dick pushed Jason’s knees against his shoulders, allowing him to slide in deeper. Jason moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head when Dick hit his prostate, sending jolts of electricity through his body. He peeled his eyes open, gazing down to see his leaking cock resting heavily on his sleek abs. Heat spread through him like wildfire, leaving his pale, freckled skin flushed as he watched Dick fuck his hole, his cock disappearing into him.
“I love you,” Dick whispered, drawing Jason’s attention away from the sight. “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” Jason rasped out, tears pricking his eyes. Dick smiled at him, closing the distance to capture his lips. Dick swallowed all the little sounds escaping Jason, his thrusts becoming more desperate.
“Love you, Lil’ Wing,” he breathed against Jason’s lips, kissing him chastely.
“Dick… Dick…” Jason gasped his husband’s name with every thrust, feeling himself inch closer and closer to his orgasm. “I-”
“Come… come for me.”
The words pushed Jason over the edge, coming untouched. His hole clenched down tightly around Dick’s cock, milking him out of his own orgasm after the last few erratic thrusts. Dick groaned out Jason’s name, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure as he came. He collapsed onto Jason, his weight forcing the breath from Jason’s lungs.
“That was amazing,” Dick slurred, his eyes drooping closed, his eyelids heavy with sleep.
“Get off…” Jason mumbled, his whole body aching beneath his husband’s weight. Dick hummed, but rolled off him nonetheless. “Dick… get me loose.”
“In a minute,” Dick answered, his eyes already closed. Jason heaved a sigh as he allowed his body to relax into the soft mattress, feeling exhaustion seep into the corner of his eyes.
“No, now.” But Dick was already asleep, and even after Jason tried to wake him up by kicking him off the bed, Dick remained unconscious. Jason glared tiredly up at the ceiling, tugging weakly at the restraints but to no avail. He sighed again, admitting defeat as he let sleep take over. He would give his husband an earful in the morning, that he promised.
