It's something of a familiar setup -- dealing with someone else's arousal when not entirely in the mood himself -- but Jacinda knows better than to say anything like that. Still, it's easy to fall back into old habits... old patterns that have worked plenty of times.
Maybe it's a little too efficient, a little too quick... or maybe Dick is just worked up from whatever the Hub snatched him away from, because it doesn't take long for Jacinda to get him mumbling encouragements and lifting his hips into the contact with zir mouth.
Jason's always been careful about this part (can't be too rough, especially if it wasn't asked for, or the client will get angry). He relaxes his throat as much as he can and lets Dick set the rhythm, stroking his fingers along the insides of Dick's thighs and gently pressing a hand along Dick's balls for a little extra friction. That gets some kind of sound from Dick, but Jason can't tell if it's words or not. He moves steadily, rubbing his tongue experimentally at different points of the shaft, cataloguing which places are most sensitive by the noises that Dick makes.
It's something he usually wouldn't bother with remembering, since clients come and go (literally), but Dick is more than that. And Jason wants to do this far more often than the once, so he wants to be mindful of such things.
It's probably weird to compare his past experiences with his current one, but Jason has no normal frame of reference for any of this. Nor anything that demands his active attention until Dick arches up, clinging tight to Jason's shoulders, moans out his name, and comes.
Jason waits it out, until the tension leaves Dick's body. Then he lets that softening member slip out of his mouth and sits back on his heels. He strips off his t-shirt -- for once ignoring that it exposes the bra and breasts underneath -- and spits the semen out into the cotton cloth. He rubs his tongue against his teeth and briefly sucks in his cheeks, and spits a little saliva up as well, to get rid of the taste.
Dick is watching him by now. Jason wads up the shirt and tosses it toward the laundry basket, not even looking to see if it lands. Then he opens the front clasp on the bra and shrugs out of it, the gesture also sort of a dismissal of his own actions.
"Feel better?" Jason asks, lying his head back on the pillow beside Dick, and stretching out his too-slim, too-short female body close to Dick's own more familiar form.
"Yeah..." Dick reaches out, strokes a hand along Jason's side. "Want me to return the favor?"
"Later," Jason replies, "I'm more in the mood for a nap."
That earns him a worried look and a little frown. Jason doesn't feel like dealing with it right now, so he snuggles close and presses his lips to Dick's throat.
"The Hub dropped someone into my bed," Jason points out, "right after I got back from a couple hours at the gym."
Dick accepts that excuse, even if he can tell it's a screen, and laughs before dropping a kiss to Jason's temple. His arms go around Jason's shoulders again, and somehow even though the contact makes it hard to ignore that Jason's body isn't the right shape, it doesn't bother Jason to be held like this. Not by Dickie, anyway. Not right now.
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Date: 2022-09-13 04:18 am (UTC)Maybe it's a little too efficient, a little too quick... or maybe Dick is just worked up from whatever the Hub snatched him away from, because it doesn't take long for Jacinda to get him mumbling encouragements and lifting his hips into the contact with zir mouth.
Jason's always been careful about this part (can't be too rough, especially if it wasn't asked for, or the client will get angry). He relaxes his throat as much as he can and lets Dick set the rhythm, stroking his fingers along the insides of Dick's thighs and gently pressing a hand along Dick's balls for a little extra friction. That gets some kind of sound from Dick, but Jason can't tell if it's words or not. He moves steadily, rubbing his tongue experimentally at different points of the shaft, cataloguing which places are most sensitive by the noises that Dick makes.
It's something he usually wouldn't bother with remembering, since clients come and go (literally), but Dick is more than that. And Jason wants to do this far more often than the once, so he wants to be mindful of such things.
It's probably weird to compare his past experiences with his current one, but Jason has no normal frame of reference for any of this. Nor anything that demands his active attention until Dick arches up, clinging tight to Jason's shoulders, moans out his name, and comes.
Jason waits it out, until the tension leaves Dick's body. Then he lets that softening member slip out of his mouth and sits back on his heels. He strips off his t-shirt -- for once ignoring that it exposes the bra and breasts underneath -- and spits the semen out into the cotton cloth. He rubs his tongue against his teeth and briefly sucks in his cheeks, and spits a little saliva up as well, to get rid of the taste.
Dick is watching him by now. Jason wads up the shirt and tosses it toward the laundry basket, not even looking to see if it lands. Then he opens the front clasp on the bra and shrugs out of it, the gesture also sort of a dismissal of his own actions.
"Feel better?" Jason asks, lying his head back on the pillow beside Dick, and stretching out his too-slim, too-short female body close to Dick's own more familiar form.
"Yeah..." Dick reaches out, strokes a hand along Jason's side. "Want me to return the favor?"
"Later," Jason replies, "I'm more in the mood for a nap."
That earns him a worried look and a little frown. Jason doesn't feel like dealing with it right now, so he snuggles close and presses his lips to Dick's throat.
"The Hub dropped someone into my bed," Jason points out, "right after I got back from a couple hours at the gym."
Dick accepts that excuse, even if he can tell it's a screen, and laughs before dropping a kiss to Jason's temple. His arms go around Jason's shoulders again, and somehow even though the contact makes it hard to ignore that Jason's body isn't the right shape, it doesn't bother Jason to be held like this. Not by Dickie, anyway. Not right now.