cursedhyacinth | IC: With Dickie

You can look all you want, any time. [Dick kisses your jaw one more time and then gets up. He'll strip out of his clothes, before closing the shades and heading for the light switch.] It'll be like a game. Blind man's bluff? I think that has kissing in it.

Is there anywhere you don't want me to touch you? [He says it casually; he could just as easily be asking if you're ticklish. He's not going to keep asking if you're okay with this - you've made your interest clear, and it would be insulting to keep second guessing you. That said...he's still trying to be mindful. This won't be good for him unless it's good for you, and the last thing he wants is for you to have a traumatic sexual experience.]

[Jason lets his breath out in a sigh.] Does it? I don't think I ever played that.

[The dark is... comforting. He can still see Dickie moving around, but things are more... indistinct. Jason hurriedly tugs off his own shirt, and the bra underneath. It would be too weird to have Dick do it.]

I actually don't know. I haven't been... with anybody... with me like this. Um... [Jason chuckles,] I promise I won't punch you if we find out there is such a spot?

Maybe that's just the Titan's version. I wouldn't put it past Roy to have changed the rules.

[Dick can just see you in silhouette. You've got a very nice body. He wishes you liked it more. He has no trouble still seeing you as male and as yourself, despite the breasts. Maybe he can teach you to like them, too.]

Don't hesitate to tell me to back off. Okay? [He smiles in the dark at the chuckle and approaches the bed.] You could always spank me if you want...

Speedy always was a sneak.

[Jason nods.] It's not like I'm not going to react. I'm pretty sure you'll be able to tell.

[snort,teases,] But you've been such a good boy, Dickie. Why would I want to spank you? [grin]

I get stupid during sex sometimes. Caught up in the moment. Just... if I don't catch on, clue me in.

[He climbs onto the bed, stretching out on his side beside you, not quite touching.] You obviously don't know the naughty thoughts I'm having. Even good boys need spankings sometimes, though.

[Jason sobers up and says in a serious voice.] I will. I promise.

[Zie bites zir lower lip and reaches out to stoke a hand along Dick's hip.] I'm not too good with that kind of stuff, Dickie. Little steps.

[Dick shivers a little and leans close to kiss you.] Little steps are good.

[His hand goes to your hip in mirror. He makes a little "man" with his fingers and walks them up your side, hoping you'll get the joke even in the dark. The final destination for his hand is the space just below your shoulder blades, where he presses his hand to gently encourage you to move closer, against him.]

[Jason can't help giggling as zie "gets it", and zie quickly scoots closer, throwing a leg over Dickie. Zir other hand is trapped between them, and pets along Dickie's chest and down to his stomach.]

You're such a goof.

[Breasts against his chest, and Little Dick right there against your thigh, so close to that living heat. Dick spends a few useless moments both enjoying his situation and wondering if he's supposed to be enjoying his situation.] You're amazing. [He'll kiss your bicep and up your shoulder to your throat, hands moving over the safe territory of your back and ass.]

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Mm, so you admit it. [Jason sounds amused. Zie squirms a bit at the touching -- not trying to get away, just... in the way that one can't help moving for more contact.]

Never denied it. [He nuzzles at your throat and face, kissing you softly. He's encouraged by the squirming. One of his hands works around to stroke your stomach, going up only as far as the very bottom of your breasts, down to rub the tops of your thighs.]

[Jason gasps softly at the touching and pulls Dick closer, kissing along his jaw and throat, and moving up to nip at his earlobe.]

Mmm... [Dick arches his body against yours, bending his neck back for you.] Jason...

[He's content to make out for a while, even as achingly hard as he is. You feel so good and warm and real in his arms. He'll drag his fingertips along the bottom of your breast, experimentally.

Love you, Dickie... [Jason keeps kissing his throat.]

[Zie whimpers and grabs for Dick's hand, pulling it down to zir waist.] N-no. Not...

[God, the way that makes his heart beat - he feels the rush of it all over, and kisses you fiercely in response.]

[When you move his hand, he backs off.] Sorry. It's okay. [Smaller, lighter kisses for a while.] I love you too, you know. [His voice is very quiet and serious.]

Did you like your nipples touched, before?

Didn't really... try it before.

[Jason pushes you over onto your back and straddles your waist. Zie leans down and kisses you gently.] I know. And I'm so happy I have you.

[That makes him frown a little - and then you're pushing, straddling him, and - ] Fuck that's hot. [He kisses back happily, and for a moment he can't help grinding up against you, cock against your ass.]

Can we try something? If you don't like it, or you don't want to, just say the word.

Just... [He traces his hands up your sides.] Close your eyes. And think about being in your body. The way it's supposed to be.

[Zie isn't really in the frame of mind to think about the parts involved, just that the contact feels good, and moans softly when you grind against zir.]

[Jason nods, and murmurs,] I can try...

[Zie shivers a little when your hands move up zir sides, and closes zir eyes. It... takes a moment to remember what his body felt like, but when zie does... it's like finally slipping off an itchy sweater or something. He can almost pretend that your hands are on the real him... and some of the tension melts out of him.]

[He feels that tension slip away and smiles to himself.] Good boy.

[He smooths his hands over your skin - down and up your arms, massaging gently at your shoulders. He traces fingers up into your hair, around the shells of your ears, your lips, and down your throat.] You're so handsome. [He would say 'beautiful' if he weren't afraid you'd hear it with gendered tones he wouldn't mean.]

[Jason whimpers at your words, swallowing hard to keep himself from saying something stupid. He takes a soft, shaky breath and slowly runs his hands from your shoulders down your chest, not daring to open his eyes.]

Dick... baby, I need...

Tell me what you need? Anything you need...

[Dick drags his fingers down your throat, over the flat part of your upper chest and down your sternum, between your breasts, to your stomach, and down, pressing against your mound.]

[Jason cries out and pushes his hips against your hand.] Need you. Please.

[He makes a frustrated sound.] I don't... I don't know... [Jason opens his eyes and gives you a wry look.] Don't know how to go about it, actually. Wanna switch?

[Dick's breath catches.] I have some ideas. [He's so hard it aches. 'need you' makes him shoot a little, precum beading on the head of his cock.]

I want to suck you so bad... Can we take off your pants?

Ah, um... [It shouldn't be this hard to think, should it?] Um, y-yeah...

[Jason rolls off you to one side and unfastens his fly, then squirms out of the pants.] Sorry.

Shhhh... No sorries. [Just watching you is making his mouth water, even in the dark. He presses to your side and rubs his hand over your body again, stomach, sternum, throat, and down again, closer to your center every time.]

Close you eyes for me again? [That seemed to work before. Now is the real experiment, though.] Think about your body. About your penis. [If he isn't stopped, he'll press his palm to your mound and, after a few seconds, slip one fingertip between your lips to rub lightly at the clitoral shaft.] Just...the very tip.

Can you feel it?

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