cursedhyacinth | IC: With Dickie

Good? [Or at least not bad, he hopes? The reaction of your body certainly seems promising.]

[He tries with two fingers, rubbing on either side of the shaft, pressing lightly, occasionally moving in circles over the head of the clitoris. Everything is wet and slick, and he's so, so tempted to let his fingers...wander. This is going to well for him to muck it up, though.] Want to jerk you off just like this. Make you come. [He kisses your cheek, jaw, chin.] Suck you, if you'll let me.

Yes!

[Jason moans, low and needy, as you touch. He shivers at your words.] Please... anything you want...

Want to make you feel good. [He kisses your throat and speeds up the motion of his fingers. Kisses your shoulder and arm as he works his way down, your stomach above and then below your navel.]

You do... Dickie, please... [Jason keeps making little needy noises as he sobs for breath, not really consciously thinking of how he's moving against your hands, just... wanting and feeling and needing...]

I can't... [His hands come up along your back and your arms, just touching and trying to be gentle, encouraging. He slides his fingers into your hair.] Please don't stop, please, I want you so much...

[Dick moans and moves between your legs to lie down, thumb moving over your clit unti he can get his mouth there, to lick and suck. The taste makes him moan again, and he wants so badly to use his fingers and tongue a bit lower, to feel you inside. That's a bad idea - something to work up to, maybe, but not today. He rubs and massages at your ass instead.]

[Jason keeps making noises that aren't quite words, fighting to keep his hips... as close to still as possible. Out of practice as he is, he still remembers what to avoid when receiving a blowjob, even if it wouldn't be quite so uncomfortable as before if he forgot. His fingers curl against your scalp, scratching lightly, and he squirms again at your hands on his ass.]

Sorry! I'm on my phone and it helpfully corrected my spelling or something

[Dick moans eagerly and licks harder, faster. He's been wanting this since he met you - to show you what this body can feel. He's making a wet spot on the sheets where he's drooling precum, humping and rubbing against the bed.]

Edited 2012-06-22 01:53 (UTC)

I swear, phones get off on fucking up LJ comments. No worries.

Dick-- ah! I... [Jason opens his eyes and shivers at the sight of you. It doesn't seem quite fair, you've been so good to him and he feels... selfish. One hand moves to your shoulder and tugs to get your attention.] Wait... I want... really want you...

[Damn sex-stupid, slow brain! Jason tries to catch his breath.] Meant it. Anything. Trust you.

[He looks up at the touch, lips wet and slick. His heart seizes up at the trust.] Jason...

We have all the time in the world.

Then... then let me touch you. Wanna make you feel good, too...

You're making me feel good right now. [He licks his lips.] You taste so good... [Dick smiles and dips his head to lick your stomach, up and up as he pulls up onto his knees and stretches over you, pressing his body to yours. His voice is intimate, just over a whisper when he gets close enough to kiss your face]. You can do anything you want to me. And I'll do anything you want to you.

[Jason feels a little lightheaded, dizzy with pleasure, and smiles softly at you when you kiss him. He strokes one hand along your hip, then carefully curls his hand around your cock.] I want... just... touch me?

[He moans quietly, unable to stop his hips moving slightly, pressing into your hand.] Sir, yes sir. [He'll kiss you again, hands sliding down your body until he can rub at your clit with the fingers of one hand.]

[He strokes you gently, still trying to be careful because good lord he does not want to mess this up. At the top of each stroke, he rubs his thumb against the head, watching for your reaction. He kisses back softly, whimpering into the kiss when you touch him again.]

[Like you could possibly mess up anything, as long as he's allowed to touch you. Dick moans and writhes for your touch.] Love your hands. So... [Whatever he was going to say is less important than kissing you. He moves his fingers over you, around and around, pressing and rubbing. His other hand strokes your belly, your side, your hip, your shoulder.]

[Yeah, well, Jason worries. It's been a while. He kisses back, slow and thorough, just enjoying the way that he makes you react.]

Love you. You're so good t' me... [He leaves his other hand on the small of your back, tracing meaningless little patterns and keeping you close.]

[he rubs, strokes, trying to get you back to the state he had you in with his mouth. His hips are shifting the whole time, body arching for you as he pants.] God, Jason - so perfect. You're perfect. [He moans and bites at you.] Never let you out of this bed. Kiss you forever. Oh, Jason.

Nn. [Jason hisses in a soft breath through his teeth. He rolls his hips into contact with your hand, imitating a bit of your rhythm.] Dickie, oh... god, you're so beautiful...

[He cries out softly when you bite him, and his hand tightens around you just a bit in reaction. He flashes you a sharp little smile and moves his hand in faster, slightly rougher strokes.] D-dunno if that plan'll... work...

Oh, baby... [He kisses and bites at your throat, your shoulder, hips moving fluidly into your hand now.] Why not? Who needs food and water, heh. Wastes time when I could be kissing you. [He matches deeds to words, licking across your lips.]

[He's thrilling at the way you move your hips, so very happy that you're loving this. He firms the touch of his fingers, speeds up the motions, and mumbles against your mouth.] Wanna see you come so bad. Oh, Jason... God, you're the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen.

[Jason laughs again, soft and breathless.] You'll wither away... on just... my kisses...

[He moans loudly as your touches get faster and firmer, his own fingers digging into your back as he tries to drag you closer.] Y-you will... m'close... fuck...

Die happy. [Yes, he does get stupid when he's this turned on, how can you tell?]

[Closer can definitely be arranged. He gives you more of his weight against you, thrusts harder and faster into your hand, pushing it almost to your stomach. He stops his hips for just a moment, though, trying to move his fingers just right, just fast enough, just there.]

[Jason isn't surprised.]

[Jason cries out, shuddering as the orgasm sweeps through him, hot and liquid and for a silly-stupid moment he thinks maybe even his bones are melting in the heat of it. The only logical thing to do, it seems, is kiss you again -- so he does, crushing his mouth over yours and moaning into the kiss.]

[Dick moans right back, shivering all over from the heat of it. The way your body tenses under and against him, the way your voice sounds - He's close. So close, and his hips speed up again, moving his whole body against you.]

[Jason arches up against you, putting a little twist to his wrist as he keeps stroking. He whispers low and rough,] Come for me, Dickie. Need to see you...

[Well now. He's never been able to ignore an order like that. Dick bucks hard into your hand a few times and then comes with a groan, hips moving through it as he shoots across your stomach.] Oh god -

[He collapses half-on, half-off you with his face against your neck, just panting for breath.]

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