Into the mercy seat I climb...

[cursedhyacinth]

As Jacinda mentioned to Connor Hawke (Grey Arrow):
Only Ivy could tell you what the hell she was trying to accomplish, but for whatever reason she decided to cross-breed the plants that produce sex pollen with the Black Mercy. Everyone in range of the resulting spores passed out for days — it gave ya some pretty wild and involved sex dreams, too.

[As implied, Jacinda was one of the individuals affected by the outbreak of the hybrid Mercies. So the hallucination started out with something that actually happened, to help trick Jacinda's mind into accepting it, and then it went off the rails.]

[[OOC: This entry is backdated so that it falls more to "when it happened" chronologically speaking.]]

When he unexpectedly reappeared in the Hub -- specifically Jacinda's bed -- all bondage'd up, Dick eventually asked "Can I kiss you?"

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[a beat, and then, all in a rush] Because I really, really want to - I mean I've been wanting to for kind of a while but I didn't want to push you, and flirting and joking around is one thing, but I'd really hate to make you uncomfortable or think that I'm, I don't know, fetishizing your situation, or something like that. [He breathes.] And I'd really like to kiss you.

[Jacinda smiles slightly at that nuzzle, freezing up a bit when Dick asks about kissing.] Um...

[Zie goes quiet when Dick babbles out a clarification. When he says that he's not fetishizing the situation, Jacinda frowns a little, thoughtfully -- zie hadn't considered that, really.]

[whispering, a little hoarse,] If... if you really want to... m'willing to try it out...

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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.