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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[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.

[youlikethedick.livejournal.com]

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.

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

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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.

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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.

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[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?

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

[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?

[youlikethedick.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[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...

[youlikethedick.livejournal.com]

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.]

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

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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.]

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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!

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[He pulls back to blow over your flesh, then smirk at you.] I could do this all night. Get you off over and over again, until you pass out.

You can pull my hair all you want, by the way. [He winks.] I like a guy who's a little rough.

[He goes back to his work with gusto, licking and sucking, making wet, happy noises]

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[Jason keeps making needy noises and rocks his hips slightly upward.]

[His fingers scratch lightly at your scalp.] D-- Dickie... ohgod...

[youlikethedick.livejournal.com]

Sorry for the delay. I was out of the country for a bit

[Dick groans against you and works his tongue. His hands slip down your thighs to cup your ass, lifting a bit, thumbs tickling at the tops and insides of your thighs.]