cursedhyacinth | IC: With Dickie

[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.]

[Jason slides his hand up from the small of your back -- slow, tracing up the furrow of your spine with his fingertips -- and rests his hand in your hair, gently petting.]

You're so fucking gorgeous. [He kisses whatever he can reach of you.] I love you so much.

Mmm.... [He breathes out slowly and starts kissing back, lips and face and everything else he can get his mouth on.] God, you're amazing.

I love you too, Jason.

[Jason sighs happily and nuzzles your shoulder, your neck.] Stay with me, Dickie? Stay here.

Where else would I be? [He rolls off you a bit, still pressed against you but not squishing you. He snuggles right back.] Mmm, you're warm.

And sticky. [He drags his fingers over your stomach.] I like you sticky.

I... ['I meant more than just now,' Jason almost wants to say. He lets the word trail off and pets your back instead.]

[He snorts.] Sticky, huh? Well, I'm vetoing anything to do with honey in bed right now.

[He'll probably stay till you throw him out. He does breakfast in bed and everything, but you might have to eat the food off his naked body.]

...right now? So, maybe some other time? [He grins. Then he licks the fingers that were just on your stomach.] Mm.

[He lets go of you slightly to shimmy down the bed and lick your stomach.] You know something great about this body?

[How does that work with cereal...?]

[Jason scowls slightly and is about to make a retort but has to interrupt himself to lick his lips. How do you get so hot? Is it a thing that comes with practice?]

There's... something great about this body?

[Oh Jason...heartbreak. Dick wants to tell you that as far as he's concerned, the only bad thing about this body is that you're not happy in it. That's enough, and Dick empathizes...but sometimes it makes him sad.]

You don't have to be done after just one go. [He licks your stomach again, cleaning up his mess...and then goes lower, kissing your mound, eyebrow cocked hopefully as he looks up at you.] If you want.

[Well, Jason is used to this body, and it's okay in his eyes... he's just too aware of how it's not "good enough" for the things he usually wants to do.]

Ahh... [How do you always manage to make his brain fumble? Jason catches his lower lip between his teeth for a moment as he watches you move lower.] I... yeah... if you want... I got no... objections...

Mmm, I always want. [He uses one hand to spread you slightly and starts touching, petting with the fingers of his other hand, gentle at first, above and around the clitoris without touching it.]

[Jason whines softly] You always tease, too..?

Always. [He huffs a laugh, warm air puffing over your skin.]

But I always keep my promises, remember? [He winks, then drags the warm, wet flat of his tongue over your clit. When the long, slow lick is done, he presses his mouth to you and sucks.]

Starting to realize tha-- ah! [His retort melts into a sharp little cry when you lick him, then he sobs with need and his hands go back to tangling in your hair.] Fuck!

IC: With Dickie

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