IC: With Dickie

[cursedhyacinth]

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[Jason nuzzles your neck.] Bedroom work for you?

Heh. Now that sounds promising... [Jason squirms off the couch and gets to zir feet, tugging you up by both hands.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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...

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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.]

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[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?

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[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?

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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.

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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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W-well... one of us needs a working brain... [Jason's laugh this time has a distinctly nervous edge to it. But as you touch zir again, zie sighs contentedly and shifts to press into the contact.]

Mm-hm. [Jason nods and closes zir eyes again, trusting you and focusing on your voice, your words... Jason breathes shakily as you touch between zir legs -- it's always been the worst part of the ordeal, left him feeling lacking and wrong and --] Oh!

[Jason gasps and arches into the contact. You don't make him feel like that -- it doesn't feel wrong with you. You make him feel good.] Mmn, ah... y-yes...

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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.

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Yes!

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

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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.]

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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...

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[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.]

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[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.]

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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.]

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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.

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[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.

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

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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.

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[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?

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]