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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics), DCU_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Bruce_Wayne/Jason_Todd
  Character:
      Bruce_Wayne, Jason_Todd
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Frottage, Making_Out, happy_fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-09 Words: 2199
****** I do sin, but I am not the devil ******
by ohmcgee
Summary
     It had taken Jason forever to get Bruce to even touch him at all and
     now that he’s finally cracked that thick, outer shell of denial and
     guilt and general Bruce Wayne stubbornness it’s like he can’t stop.
It had taken Jason forever to get Bruce to even touch him at all and now that
he’s finally cracked that thick, outer shell of denial and guilt and general
Bruce Wayne stubbornness it’s like he can’t stop.
They’re in Bruce’s bed and Bruce is propped up on a bunch of fancy pillows that
usually just get tossed on the floor and Jason’s in his lap, touching the
scruff on Bruce’s face while Bruce kisses him. His favorite t-shirt is on the
floor next to Bruce’s and they’re both wearing thin cotton pants, cool and
comfortable for sleeping in during the summer.
Jason’s never stopped being fascinated with how huge Bruce’s hands are and they
feel even better running up the planes of his back as Bruce’s tongue curls
around his, as he licks into his mouth and kisses him sweetly, sliding his hand
all the way up Jason’s back and into his hair, carding his fingers through the
loose curls at the nape of his neck, then trailing his thumb down the knobs of
his spine as Jason makes soft noises against his mouth.
Jason’s been hard almost since the moment Bruce put his hands on him, has been
shifting and rolling his hips slow and lazy against him as they kiss and Bruce
is hard too, Jason can feel him between the thin layers of cotton, thick and
hot, knows Bruce can feel him too. But he goes slow, happy just to have this,
Bruce’s mouth on his, skin against skin, the sweet, rough glide of friction
when he rolls his hips against him. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been doing
this, just lazily making out in Bruce’s bed and exploring each other like
they’ve never seen each other’s bodies, like Jason isn’t hyper-aware of every
swell of muscle, every jagged, silver-white scar, every blemish on Bruce’s
body. It’s been hours maybe, possibly just minutes, he isn’t sure, because
Bruce’s hands on him has always made him feel like time stands still, that
nothing else matters.
It’s been so long though, that Jason can feel the heat in his belly steadily
growing, can feel his cock throbbing, creating a wet spot on the front of his
pants, knows it wouldn’t take anything to just grab onto Bruce’s arms and rut
against him quick and hard to relieve himself, but he won’t do anything to
spook him, won’t dare risk Bruce stopping with his mouth and his hands, kissing
Jason like it’s his religion.
He can’t stop though, can’t help the slow, steady roll of his hips, not with
Bruce’s huge, calloused hands dropping down to frame him on each side, his
thick fingers fanned out over each of Jason’s ribs, not when Bruce’s teeth just
barely slide over his bottom lip and he chases it with his tongue. He won’t
spook Bruce away but he doesn’t have the will to stop either. He thinks he
might eventually go completely insane with the way his cock drags across
Bruce’s, the pressure in his gut building so slow, so fucking slow his head
feels fuzzy, his vision going blurry.
Bruce drops his hands down to curl around his hips, fingers just barely
slipping beneath the loose waistband of his pants, and it’s happening so fast
Jason can only pull back and let out a sharp gasp into Bruce’s neck, his hips
stuttering, blunt nails biting into Bruce’s shoulders as his orgasm shudders
out of him, wave after wave, Bruce holding him through it with a hand flat
across the small part of his back.
Jason blushes when Bruce pulls him back and makes him look at him.
“Beautiful,” he whispers and claims Jason’s mouth again. He sucks Jason’s
tongue into his mouth, which is cold from panting into Bruce’s shoulder, then
he kisses him. It’s different than before, less like learning the contours of
Jason’s mouth, soft and slow, and more like he’s starving and Jason’s mouth is
the only thing he’s been craving. He nips at his lips, no longer careful with
his teeth, and it makes Jason whimper in his throat, his hips instinctively
grinding down on Bruce’s. His dick is still so sensitive, still half-hard, but
it still feels good.
Bruce kisses him hard, gets one hand in Jason’s hair, the other one still
resting on his hip, kisses him rough, the way Jason always imagined he would
kiss, until Jason feels like his mouth is bruised and raw, until he has to
literally press his hand against Bruce’s chest and break them apart himself so
he can breathe. But Bruce doesn’t stop, just moves his mouth to the skin under
Jason’s jaw, peppers kisses down the column of his throat and along his
collarbone. Jason rocks against him when Bruce’s hands slide all the way down
his back and tentatively cup his ass. Jason breathes out a yes and Bruce
squeezes, dragging him forward. He licks the salt from Jason’s skin, slides one
hand up Jason’s chest and Jason hisses out a gasp when one of Bruce’s calloused
fingers passes over one of his nipples, and just like that Jason’s fully hard
again, grinds down hard against Bruce to show him. His clothes are sticky where
he came in them just a few minutes ago and it’s filthy, he feels dirty, and
he’s so turned on he feels like he could cry.
Then Bruce gets his mouth on his shoulder and starts sucking the skin into his
mouth. He’s careful to do it where Jason’s shirt will cover, where no one will
be able to see the evidence of what they do behind locked doors, but Jason will
know. He’ll look at it in the bathroom at school, press his fingers into it
when he’s supposed to be taking an Algebra test, and he’ll remember this, how
Bruce couldn’t help but to leave his mark on him.
He forgets about taking it slow and starts to rock against Bruce with purpose
this time, hand on the back of Bruce’s head while he sucks a matching bruise on
his other shoulder. He rolls his hips and he grinds his cock against Bruce’s,
he squeezes Bruce’s arm and pants into his neck. His breathing is frantic and
he’s so, so hard, but it’s not enough this time. Bruce’s teeth scrape across
his throat and he’s shaking with how bad he needs it, making little whimpers
and broken moans that almost sound like sobs in the back of his throat, trying
so hard, but --
 
“Shh,” Bruce shushes him and slips his hand between them, presses the palm of
his hand against Jason through his pants. “Come on, it’s okay.”
Jason’s hips thrust forward and Bruce’s hand squeezes around him and Jason
throws his head back as he grinds against Bruce’s hand, so close, so close --
Then Bruce growls and his teeth find Jason’s neck, high, somewhere right below
his ear and Jason comes so hard little white lights dance behind his eyes,
knowing he made Bruce lose enough control to mark him like that where anyone
will be able to see.
Bruce grabs his face with both of his hands and kisses Jason through it as he
rocks against him, riding out every last aftershock of his orgasm, Bruce
swallowing every little whimper Jason gives him, then he spills Jason out of
his lap and onto his back.
He peels Jason’s sticky pants and underwear off of him and Jason feels his face
go hot when Bruce just kneels there and looks down at him, at the mess he’s
made of himself.
Jason looks up at him, still feeling boneless, every nerve ending in his body
still electrified, and licks his lips. “I’m all dirty, Bruce,” he says and
shivers when Bruce’s eyes flash with something hot and dangerous.
“I see that,” Bruce says and leans down, kissing his way down Jason’s chest,
dipping his tongue into his navel, then he starts to lick him clean.
“Fuck,” Jason gasps out when Bruce’s tongue laps out at him, at his cock, at
the soft skin where he’d gotten himself sticky from coming in his pants twice
for him. “I can’t,” Jason pants, fisting the sheets beneath them in his
fingers, his back arching off the mattress. “Bruce, christ, I can’t --”
But Bruce isn’t listening or doesn’t care or both because then he takes Jason
in his mouth and Jason has to shove his his whole fist into his mouth so the
whole world doesn’t hear him. He’s so over-sensitive that every flick of
Bruce’s tongue makes him thrash on the bed, the muscles in his thighs
quivering, and even though he should be completely spent, even if he thinks he
just can’t, his dick is getting hard again in Bruce’s mouth.
And why wouldn’t it. Bruce is just as amazing at giving head as he is at
everything else he does. He completely loses himself in it, holds Jason’s hips
down to the bed as he sucks him hard, pulls off and replaces his mouth with his
hand to mouth at Jason’s balls, dragging his tongue over them until Jason takes
his fist out of his own mouth to tug at Bruce’s hair, pulling several strands
out by the root, shouting Bruce..
“Shh, quiet,” Bruce says, crawling back up to kiss Jason, then pushes his
fingers into Jason’s mouth. Jason’s eyes go wide, but he sucks on Bruce’s
fingers the way he wants so very badly to suck on his cock, tries to show Bruce
how good he can be, but Bruce has other plans. He pulls his fingers out of
Jason’s mouth and kisses him, reaching between Jason’s legs and swallows down
Jason’s surprised moan when Bruce slips one of his wet fingers between Jason’s
cheeks and starts to push it inside of him.
Jason’s face is red and hot, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and
he looks so goddamn good Bruce never wants to let him out of this room, wants
to keep him here, just like this, forever.
Jason moans low and loud, not holding back, when Bruce slides in up to the
knuckle. “Bruce,” he gasps, searching out his eyes and pleading with him,
saying his name over and over again as Bruce slides his finger in and out of
him, saying it like his name has taken new meaning. It means please and yes and
more and I love you, don’t ever stop.
Jason’s mouth falls open silently when Bruce adds a second finger, but when he
crooks them inside of him and they brush this part inside of Jason that makes
everything go too bright he thinks he probably screams because then Bruce’s
other hand is cupping his mouth, muffling his sounds. He’s staring down at
Jason like he wants to take him apart and he is, with every sharp little thrust
of his fingers inside of him, every time he says beautiful or so good, Jay,
Jason comes apart a little more, lets Bruce open him up and take him apart
until he’s exactly what he wants.
Jason isn’t even aware that Bruce has taken his hand away from his mouth and
he’s started begging until Bruce starts stroking his face and shushing him.
“You can,” he says in this soft, reassuring voice. Jason had been shaking his
head, muttering how it was too much, how he couldn’t -- not again, not without
Bruce’s hand or mouth on him at least. “You can come for me, just like this. Do
you want to know why? Because you’re so good for me, Jason. So perfect and
mine.”
He twists his fingers and Jason comes, not because of the angle or the way
Bruce’s thick fingers feel inside of him, not because he’s harder than he’s
ever been in his entire life, but just at that one word. Mine.
His dick twitches against his belly, smearing the littlest bit of come across
his abs, but it feels fucking amazing, coming with Bruce inside of him, whether
its his fingers or his cock it’s him and he can feel Jason tightening around
him and Jason reaches down, curling his fingers around his dick to ride every
wave of it.
“Jason,” Bruce breathes out, crowding over him. “That was --” And Jason pushes
Bruce’s pants off his hips and hooks his legs around him, digs his heels into
Bruce’s back and pulls him against him.
“Come on,” he encourages Bruce, voice soft next to his ear and Bruce ruts
against Jason’s hip, breathing into his neck. Jason cups his neck, lips
brushing over the scratchy stubble on his jaw. “Come for me, Bruce.”
Bruce bruises Jason’s hips when he comes, three finger-length stripes right
across the bone, and Jason kisses him through it, pushes his sweaty hair out of
his face and smiles.
“I love you so much,” Bruce says when he comes down, staring down at Jason like
he’s afraid he’s done a terrible thing, as if Jason wouldn’t blindly follow him
into the depths of hell if he so much as asked.
“You better,” Jason says, pushing up on his elbows to brush his mouth over
Bruce’s. “Cause I’m not going anywhere.”
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