Tags: smut, weight gain, blowjob, grinding, hand job (full tags on Ao3)
Notes: Am I super late, yes, is this a holiday smut about Roy Harper gaining weight and Jason Todd being a horny bastard about it? Also yes. Dad bod Roy Harper lovers rise. I spoke about him having a tummy too much and got too horny about it, you can find me wearing a "I Love Fat Men" shirt most days of the week. Anyways, this is just a little holiday esk smut featuring them cause I wanted to put a nicer spin on holiday weight gain stuff (and it's so fucking late lmao).
CW, there are brief mentions of Roy's addiction (mostly to talk about his metabolism changes), as well as conversations surrounding poor body image issues and dieting, and Jason's food insecurity growing up so just be warned of that. (read it here on Ao3)
Jason was going to die before the New Year came.
And no, it wasn't because the holiday season was always harder for the bats, putting strain on all their relationships with one another. Even though they all tried to be civil, key word being tried, sometimes it was just hard to keep a cheery attitude around each other dealing with the one two punch of holiday stress and family related trauma.
Or because he was driving himself crazy putting all his efforts into making sure his turf was as well taken care of as possible during the winter months. Food pantry stocked, warm clothes and beds readily available, easily accessible gifts for all the youngings in the narrows. It was a labor of love, emphasis labor, but he was always determined to make sure it was all perfect.
Hell, it wasn't even having to deal with the snow of Gotham and trying not to bust his ass while getting tangled with rogues on icy rooftops. He's surprised nobody had started accusing him of stealing Penguin's whole shtick yet with how many times he'd skidded passed goons on his ass.
No, it wasn't any of that. It was his stupid boyfriend and his stupid body that ran too hot.
Usually in the colder months people in Gotham would bundle themselves up to fight off the cold. Due to old buildings, poor insulation, and heating that had a 50% chance of working being staples of the city, these problems usually manifested themselves into people keeping themselves in thick, baggy clothing while inside. Adorned with heavy layers, buried under blankets, body's took on ambiguous shapes, indistinguishable from one another, unsure of what was clothing and what was person. It was a tradition of sorts during Gotham's winter, almost a set of rules people adhered to. You either fight off the cold, or become a mourning statistic come springtime. Everyone knew this, and conformed accordingly.
Well, everyone, except Roy fucking Harper.
It didn't make any sense. The man had spent most of his life in fucking California, he hadn't seen snow since he was a child. And yet, the fucker would be walking around their apartment in his tightly fit wife pleasers', complaining that he wished he could go shirtless if it wasn't for Lian (He always had a thing of wanting to look presentable in front of her.) While everyone else would be walking around their complex in heavy corduroys and fleece lined crew necks, there was his fucking boyfriend, in gym shorts and sleeveless band tees, getting their mail with nary the sight of a chill running up his spine.
And it was fine, really. Jason was all for self expression and he liked the outfits Roy wore. Really liked them, like really really really…he liked them, ok. The man wasn't fashionable by any sense of the word, but Jason always appreciated the fact that it was Roy wearing his bad outfit combinations (especially the amount of skin he'd show). The man could honestly come out in a potato sack and he'd still be there to make goo goo eyes at him. So it wasn't the clothes that was the problem. No, the true issue was Jay trying to contain the absolute hunger he had for his beloved parading himself around like some common floozy, especially recently.
As the end of the year trickled by, it seemed that holidays were happening every fort night. Well, holidays and major events in the couple's lives. Lian going back to school coinciding with the beginning of the cooler seasons, resulting in an uptick of Jason cooking for their little family without having to worry about raising the apartment's heat by too much, and keeping lots of snacks stocked for her lunches. Then there was Halloween, where the couple would always overbuy candy bars for their apartment just in case some of their neighbors' kids brought friends (and to stop them from stealing from Lian's stash). Roy's birthday would fall right after, which meant that he'd follow his food coma with another, absolutely spoiling himself with the one indulgence he could still participate in, food. (Well that…and whatever his boyfriend would have planned for their evening after their daughter would make it to the babysitters). That would then be followed by Dick's Birthday, where the original boy wonder would always pester both Alfred and Jason to make him whatever his heart desired, and neither had the heart to say no (which meant a lot of recipe prototypes being up for grabs while Jay perfected them). Then there was Thanksgiving, which meant there were lots of left overs from various sources, especially when the Harper household would host for the Outlaws or Titans friendsgivings. And of course, by the time December rolled around, (and seasonal depression made itself comfortable in both men's minds), the house would have an ever rotating stock of Christmas and New Years treats.
Truly, from September to December was a time to indulge.
But because of this, and Roy having taken a step back from vigilantism due to his prioritization of fatherhood (not quite retiring, more so a leave of absence unless the city was falling apart), the redhead had gained a bit of weight. It wasn't something concerning, or something that he cared about or was putting effort into changing, it just…was. Roy's edges had softened with lush plumpness, his body filled out into a gentle form, with slopes instead of angles. And honestly, he was pretty indifferent to it. He'd complain that his jeans wouldn't buckle or zip or cut into his tummy uncomfortably, and then would throw on sweats or slacks and call it a day. Master of the nonchalant.
And he was secretly proud of himself for the change. When he'd first gotten sober all those years ago, and had started to turn his life around, he ended up putting on a lot of weight fast. It was just something that came with the lifestyle changes. With how one's metabolism shifts post drug use, and gaining access to a better, more consistent diet, his body changed. He went from a medium fitting loosely on him to a large stretching against his skin within a few months.
During that time, he was deeply insecure and upset with himself because of it, which manifested in some unhealthy habits. Constantly at the gym, making diet plans with drastic calorie cuts, forcing himself in a vicious cycle of restricting and a "calories in, calories out" mindset. And yet, the number on the scale kept going up. He'd stare at his body in the mirror, disgusted with the red, angry stretch marks and new found rolls where washboard abs were in his youth. See where the sharp cut of his V line was now a divot in his skin. And while he was no longer the same sickly pale, and couldn't easily count his ribs or vertebrae anymore, it still felt like a failure in a sense, to take up so much space.
Looking back now, he understood what was actually happening was him becoming a normal size for someone his age who has a normal, consistent diet, while also putting on muscle weight due to his commitment to hero work. That wiry muscled kid he was as a young adult became a memory, only seen in pictures and in Roy's nightmares. Over time, with a less rigid routine, and the building of better habits, (and a better sense of self), he had evened out to something nice and sturdy, with thick arms and a respectable muscular build that worked for both his hero and mechanic work (and was perfect for picking up the most beautiful little girl in the world) (and the most perfect man).
But even with that change, the fat redistributing and being formed into firm muscle, there would be times that due to his older age and history of messed up metabolism, that when taking rest and indulging himself, he'd pack on a few pounds. He'd grown very "whatever" about it, knowing his body would just even back out with a short lived cut and getting himself moving again.
Jason was anything but "whatever" about it.
He didn't like talking about it, finding it oh so embarrassing to say out loud, but he was …excited around this time of year, when thick Roy would make an appearance. That's not to say he wasn't crazy about the man every day, c'mon now. No, there was just something so nice about when he'd let go a bit. It was so uncouth and perverted of him, but he couldn't help the rush that took over when his boyfriend would look a bit more husky post holidays.
He didn't like to think about it, didn't like the thrill that ran through him when he realized how he'd changed, didn't like how he'd immediately get defensive when Roy would talk about his changed body in a negative way, didn't like how he'd stare at the soft pouch of a belly or the way his chin would lose its sharp angle and bleed into a soft slope. It honestly embarrassed him how affected he'd be by his lover's weight gain.
There was probably some subconscious reasoning for it, deep psychological explanations that loomed beneath the surface of his brain as to why he had the hots so aggressively for Roy Harper with some chub on him. The easiest he could come up with was the fact that for his boyfriend to have gained that weight, he must've been in a safe place where he could relax and spoil himself with good food. Knowing what he'd been through, what a tough life he had led, Jason felt some type of way about the man now being able to just, relax. To be a father, without stress. To hold down a job. To not have to worry about the next mission. That he got to spend his evening on the couch, watching TV, eating candy from the trick or treater bowl. That he'd earned the dad bod from how he'd snore on a recliner in the living room at the drop of a hat.
The other reasoning was a bit heavier, a bit more "trauma informed". It felt harder to address, and would prickle at the back of his mind. Jason also knew that for Roy to have gained that weight, he must've had a steady and reliable access to food. And that gutted him a bit to think about. Growing up how he did, impoverished and desperate, so deeply hungry in every sense of the word, has life long lasting effects. On some days, being so caught up in everything, not eating and feeling that empty gnaw in his stomach would send him into the worst flashbacks. Memories of nights spent curled in on himself strewn upon a dirty mattress to alleviate the pain. Thoughts of drinking cool water on an empty stomach and feeling the way it would twist and pool deep in his guts, uncomfortable and known. It was hell, pure hell he didn't want to relive, ever.
So, knowing that Roy, and Lian as well, weren't going through that, that they felt loved and were fed enough to gain some comfort weight, brought him joy. It settled something inside him, something always searching, made it curl up nicely and rest its head, no longer on guard.
And maybe, maybe, through years of healing, or years of being jacked up by more trauma, with so many different wires being crossed so many different ways, it turned into something a bit psychosexual.
I mean, come on, having a gorgeous man in your bed, so comfortable in your presence, so nourished by your provisions, so addicted to your cooking, that he got fat off of it? So into you and what you could do, his body physically changed? It was hot as hell.
He thought he hid his infatuation well, honestly he did. He was the Red Hood, a former crime boss, trained by the big bad Batman himself. He was able to keep a poker face. But, when Roy was strutting around with his skin on show, belly poking out from under his shirts or peaking over the waist band of his pants, it was hard to keep his eyes off of it. The soft pouch made him yearn for a future with Roy years from now, both retired for good, with the man finally abandoning the "muscle" in muscle bear and becoming the animal he was meant to be, plush and hairy all over. Internally drooling over the thought of waking up wrapped in his love's arms, with warm squish behind him, and having his face buried in it at the end of every night.
He's sure that Roy had started to catch on, absolutely positive, with the little smirks he's given him, and the raised eyebrows when he'd realize he wasn't paying attention to what he'd said because he was staring at his stomach or thighs. The man always did have an innate ability to just know when Jason was thirsting for him. It was like his secret super power,sensing when Jay would be looking at him with lustful intentions, always knowing when he'd be needed in a more impassioned way (he'd been tested for meta abilities before, but Jason was doubting the results.). So, he was certain that those looks his boyfriend was giving him were signs of his awareness of what Jay was after.
Roy, however, was not catching onto that, per say.
Now, it was true that in the past, he'd noticed how Jason would become more…reactive to his body this time of year (Or really, he'd become more interested whenever he'd put weight on.). How they'd suddenly have an uptick in their flirtations, how Jay would randomly be grabbing on him and more openly sexualizing his body. How he'd want to suddenly take the lead in body worshiping him and start sinking his teeth into the meaty parts of Roy. And honestly, it was really fucking hot, knowing that his boyfriend was so into him. To catch his gaze when he was strutting around the house, to feel hands on him in their private moments. But this year…this year felt different.
The looks he was getting were sharper, stares that wouldn't break as easily. Jay wasn't just looking at him, he was taking him in, assessing him, not an inch left unturned. His gaze followed him like he was plotting, the same looks he'd give buildings when they were scoping out scenes, like he was prepping for something big. Even when Roy would catch him, giving him that signature grin, or a raised brow, or a wink, he barely seemed deterred. His cheeks would redden, and then he would get this little smile on his face, like he was lost in dream land. While it was flattering, that his boyfriend was so unbelievably into him and his body, it was starting to become a little unnerving.
He didn't like the fact he was feeling uneasy around his Jaybird. He loved this man, and knew that whatever was going on in that little head of his was going to be something he'd at least be amused by, and at best would absolutely adore. But the stares, the eyes constantly on him, made the hairs on the back of his neck stick up, and he didn't know why.
Maybe it was because he'd reached an all time high weight wise (He thinks. They didn't have a scale in the apartment because Roy was adamant about not messing his daughter's mind up as much as possible, so he was going off of how tight his clothes were getting.). Or part of it could've been because Jay just wasn't initiating anything, which could mean anything from him dealing with his own internal demons, to him having a downswing in his libido. Which was fine, don't get Roy wrong, the man was always welcome to choose whenever he'd want to be active or not to no fault of himself. Roy had gotten used to that very early on in their relationship, he called the shots, the red head met him where he was. But…still. He was feeling like a character in an Edgar Allan Poe story, constantly on edge, waiting for the shoe to drop. But it just…wouldn't. When he had been bracing for a tidal wave of groping and gnawing and only got the sprinkle of being winked at and having his ass grabbed in passing, it was kinda messing with his self image. Had he…had he surpassed Jason's threshold? Were these stares of judgment? (That thought was immediately ridiculous the moment his mind conjured it, but the rush of the holidays was making it a bit hard to rationalize things properly.)
It was like the two were in a game of gay chicken, a cat and mouse of who was going to break first. Both were too proud to bring it up themselves, Jay afraid to finally voice his silent interest he's had for years that had just been an agreed upon thing, never spoken about. While Roy, he was afraid he'd finally met the limit of what his lover was able to handle, scared to express that and have Jay shut down on him if he was wrong. It would be hard for anyone not involved to witness, and the tension finally snapped during the week following Christmas.
The apartment had become an uncharacteristically quiet space following the madness of the holidays, stuck in a twilight zone of time not quite feeling real. Every member had grown sedentary, taking no interest in anything besides rest and relaxation, eating an inordinate amount of left overs, and getting to just bask in a time of peace. Even Lian, the little firecracker of energy she was, had been, for the most part, calm, mostly staying in her room, playing with her gifts. It was nice, homey, and reminded Jason of those long spent days in the manor, watching holiday reruns and gorging himself on Alfred's hot cocoa (That thought made his chest tight and throat swell with nostalgia. He'd have to make room for a visit before the New Year).
On this particular day, the youngest member of the Harper-Todd household was off doing god knows what with the eldest Wayne (Something about wanting to show Damian the joys of winter activities, and that Dick needed someone to "set an example".), leaving the house even quieter than it had been the past few days. It did take away the stress of having to parent, but also made things feel a little duller (Neither were ready for the teenage years, or god forbid, when they'd be empty nesters.)
Jason was tucked alone at the dining room table, writing down the shopping list for the week. Planning meals, figuring out what they'd need to bring for New Years. Alfred deserved a break from having to take on all the prep. While he was up to that, Roy was seemingly napping in their bedroom, some of his louder snorts of snoring finding their way to the living room area. It was warm and cozy in a way Jay couldn't put words to, familiar and sugary sweet. He would be happy to spend the rest of the afternoon in this state, maybe even join his lover beneath the warm sheets for a rest.
But, of course, the red head had to ruin it with his stupidly hot body.
Jason heard the loud yawn and the heavy thud of bare feet on hardwood before he saw where they originated from (another issue he took for different reasons, seeing his boyfriends bare feet on the floor always made him cringe, and his reluctance to put on slippers despite the multiple pairs he'd been bought definitely ticked him off…anyways.). Focused heavily on the task he'd been doing, he didn't immediately look up to see what was in front of him, busy figuring out what cuts of beef he'd want to get for the week, and what sauce he'd want to make for the egg rolls he was going to bring for New Years, important stuff. But when Roy stopped right in front of the table, leaning back to stretch and yawn in that obnoxiously loud dad way that always drove him up the wall with a mixture of annoyance and endearment, his attention was essentially demanded. And fuck, was he happy he looked up.
The man before him, his man before him, looked stunning in the most domestic way possible. Plaid pajama pants hung low on his hips, the pudge of his stomach peaking out just over the waist. Thick arms on full display, his tattoos shining with the slightest sheen of sweat through the thick, unkept red body hair. Torso framed by a self made armless band tee, hugging him in all the right places, making his pecs look huge. His face was rosy in a way that made him look adorable, eyes drooping with the remnants of sleep he hadn't quite rubbed off. And god his hair, in that low ponytail he sported while sleeping so it wouldn't get in the way (The same way he'd tie it up when he'd do his job as a giver.) As he lowered his arms, finishing his grand display, he spoke in that fried, hoarse voice.
"Did you turn up the heat? The bedroom feels like a sauna." He mumbled.
Yeah, Jason was about to loose it. This man looked absolutely irresistible. And the little tired smirk he wore made it seem like he knew it.
Now, one would obviously ask, did Roy orchestrate this intentionally? And the answer to that would be partly yes, partly no. He had just woken up in the outfit, disheveled from his nap, and feeling oh so warm due to the aforementioned heating, that part was true. What was a bit of mastermind work on his part was seeing himself in that state, realizing the situation they were in with a child free apartment, and deciding accordingly that perhaps it would be a good idea to go and see what his boyfriend was up to. The man had always been a sucker for the "just rolled outta bed" look (or maybe he was just really into Roy in any state…that was still undetermined.)
And perhaps this was a bit of a test for him. Even though the insecurity his mind had been toying with had for the most part been dismissed by little things Jason had done (placing his hand on his tummy when cuddling or kissing, the slight increase in those private moments of groping, the way he'd gape openly at him when getting dressed.), he still wanted that confirmation that Jason found him hot like this. If he could just know what was going on, why there was hesitation, if this was Jason having an interest without the pull of desire, or if something else was going on, it would bring ease to his mind.
And from the blush rising on his lover's cheeks, he was sure that there had most likely been a misunderstanding with his cruel thoughts.
Roy was being stared at in pure awe, with everything besides a jaw hanging on the floor. Jason was trying so hard to find words, to say anything other than just staring at this beauty of a man, looking so lax in his demeanor, to the height of his comfort. It stroked that beast inside him, scratched behind its ear, found its sweet spot. It made his brain go haywire with how pleased he was, knowing Roy was comfortable and happy. Those fucking crossed wires lighting up like their Christmas tree in the living room. And god dammit, he must've known what he was doing, must've known how fucking hot he looked even in this state.
Roy watched as the man swallowed, taking him in fully. As no words found their way to his lips, he finally made the decision. He would have to light this powder keg, and suffer the consequences if he was wrong. His eyes trailed down to the table, seeing what he had been up to. Without letting his boyfriend fully process, without letting him speak, he placed his hands firmly on the table, leaning in close to him, with puckered lips.
"So hard at work to keep this ship sailing, my sweet boy, gimme a kiss."
He mumbled, voice low and gruff and seductive.
The damn holding in all of Jason's desire broke then and there.
He didn't take the offer of a sweet peck on the lips. Oh no. He stood up abruptly, pushing through the head rush that put stars in his eyes and practically pounced on Roy. Large, calloused hands cupped the red head face, pulling him in for a harsh kiss. It wasn't vicious or rough, just impassioned, filled with emotions that had long been held back. Both men exhaled into the kiss, melting into each other immediately as they finally got what they'd both been craving. It was a release of pressure, a valve being opened to let the ever growing steam out. The simplest action finally taking the squeeze of their worries away.
Roy felt the way that Jason's hands stroked his jawline, and the way he furthered himself into the kiss, pressing himself against him with a clear need for contact. Tongues now slotted against each other in a languid make out, furthering the connection. His thumb trailed the softened edge, running over the overgrown stubble in reverence. This wasn't the tender move he thought it was at first, no, it was exploration. It was a perverse fascination being fulfilled, getting to be up close and personal with something he'd been studying for weeks. With having such intimate knowledge regarding his lover and his touch, he could sense the hesitation, the worry. That wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all.
Without much though, he reached up blindly for his love's right hand, intertwining his fingers in the gaps. Plucking it from its perch on his face, he carefully dragged it down, feeling the way Jay’s brows knit together against his own forehead. Through the dark of shut eyes, he felt the fingers make contact with his skin, and directed them slowly to a place of purchase. Instead of jumping in head first and immediately placing his palm flat on his stomach, he brought the hand to his pec, flattening it out to encourage his exploration. It gave them both plausible deniability, like rather than toying with the idea of sexualizing his changed body, he was simply seeking out some nipple stimulation, or wanted his pecs touched up on. It also would let Jay indulge without having to reveal too much of himself. Everything done in silence, in the blindness of shut eyes.
For a brief moment, Jason felt overwhelmed with the feeling of being so understood, of being so known.
He breathed shakily against Roy's lips, heating with a flush that trailed down his chest and maybe even made his tummy pink. Without pulling away, he immediately started flexing his fingers in a restrained hold, groping the thickened flesh with curious appreciation. Jesus, they'd gotten bigger. It was a proper handful now, taking up so much of Jay's big palms. And fuck, if that didn't go directly to his dick. His breath stuttered against his boyfriend's lips again, and he felt even more of his resolve crumble.
Slowly, keeping his hand exactly where it was, he pulled back from Roy's lips, the trail of spit between them stretching with the distance before swinging back against the archer's chin. Jay ignored it, choosing instead to look deep into his love's eyes. Locked on each other, both silently gauging the situation, Jason decided to test his luck a bit. Hand still against Roy's pec, his index and thumb trailed inwards toward each other, closing in around his nipple through his top. Grabbing the nub in a tight hold, he pinched down on the bundle of nerves, watching how his boyfriend's breath hitched and eyes grew wide before they softened, a low groan and swear passing his lips. As the pressure persisted, he hissed, eyes looking to Jason in desperation. For what? Neither were sure. Definitely not for him to stop. After a few beats, Jason released the hold, smoothing over the warm skin to soothe it, watching how his boyfriend bit softly into his lip, trying not to moan at the action. It felt so raw and foreign but…good. Really good.
There was definitely some talking to do, definitely things that needed to be said before they engaged. But, a living room wasn't the best spot for that.
Jason asked, palm still soothing the skin. Roy nodded immediately, almost giddy.
They started moving instantly, breaking contact to rush away to the hidden, private space. There was laughter in the air as they walked, a giddiness that filled them. When they reached the room, Roy was quick to grab Jason by the waist, spinning him around to face him. The sharpness of the movement almost gave his boyfriend whiplash, but he was quickly soothed by lips finding his skin. Kisses on his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, down his neck, all while the archer skillfully guided them to the bed, helping his lover to ease onto the sheets.
They let the connection trail on for a few minutes, pressing their lips to hot skin, following trails down each other's upper body until time stretched in a way that made the unaddressed tension weigh down on them. Jason felt those prickles under his skin at the base of his neck, and knew that if this went unaddressed any longer, he was going to snap. Breathing in Roy's heat one last time, laying one last kiss to his lips, he pulled back, sitting up and looking at his boyfriend with a softened gaze, cupping his face tenderly.
The red head felt the shift, and smiled back to him reassuringly, holding his hand against his face with intertwined fingers, turning to kiss his boyfriend's palm.
"So, I guess you've caught onto some…stuff that's been going on."
Jason breathed, trying to swallow down the ever growing lump in his throat. Roy nodded, keeping his hand on Jay's.
"I have." He confirmed. "I didn't want to press or anything in case it was a bit sensitive, but…it's been hard to not address the elephant in the room."
He chuckled, slowly dropping their locked fingers on the bed, his boyfriend breathing out a sigh.
Jay trailed, looking off to the opposite wall of the bedroom. His boyfriend ran his thumb over his knuckles, keeping a kind expression on his face.
"Hey, you can tell me what's up. This is a judgment free zone, and not in a 'you're actually secretly in trouble' way." He teased, placing a hand under his jaw so they could hold eye contact once more. Beautiful pools of green met each other, like two Monet painting face to face, explosions of vibrant verdant tones. "What's been going on, Jaybird?"
And god, that nickname still made him weak, scrambling his brain in just the right ways. Jason took a deep breath, his hand slipping out of Roy's grip as he scrubbed his eyes in frustration. How to put words to this? How to explain what had been going on? It felt insurmountable, and so goddamned embarrassing. He mulled over how to go about it, what words to say in what order. Once he settled on the first few, he returned his hand to its rightful spot, holding Roy's.
"So, there's kinda this thing that I notice around this time of year. Or well, I notice it whenever it happens to you, but like, it's more common this time of year."
He started to explain, keeping his eyes down on the mattress. It was always easier for him to talk that way, without the pressure of seeing his lover's face, seeing how he'd react. He spared a glance up, though, to see Roy smiling encouragingly at him, taking that as his queue to continue.
"You…you gain weight around the holidays, I've noticed. And I don't want you to think that's a bad thing, like at all. I actually find it really hot. Not you gaining weight, but like, what the weight represents?"
He kept his eyes down as he explained, touching on everything from his childhood, to knowing what it meant for Roy to gain back weight and muscle mass after everything, how he knew how bone thin his mother became, and how it would've been nice to see that change in her. He touched on how he didn't want to look at the change in a fetishistic light, but that he just couldn't help but find Roy, his Roy, so beautiful and handsome in this state of comfort and support. And that it was him that had him like that. Him that got to see his boyfriend in this state. Him that got to be the one that domesticated Roy Harper, that kept him home and made sure he had the best meals. The one that washed his work clothes and argued with him over what carpet looks best in their living room. The one that he shared a bed with, and will relish him grinding his hard cock against (or inside) him, and gets to hear his praises of how pretty he is beneath him. And to see the physical manifestation of that? It was the hottest thing Jason could imagine.
Roy listened patiently, nodding along to his words, that soft, content expression never leaving his lips. Once he knew that Jay was done with his mini rant, he continued to hold his hand, smiling those crooked teeth at him.
"Well, you've sure been carrying a lot." He smiled, running a hand over Jason's. "Jaybird, while I appreciate the caution surrounding the topic, I need you to know that your interest doesn't bother me." He scooted closer, gently holding his boyfriend's face. "In fact, I'm glad that you find me hot like this. I love how fucking feral you get about me when I pack a few pounds on."
He chuckled. Jason's eyes expanded, like he couldn't believe what his love was saying.
He asked, big eyes locked on Roy's. His boyfriend nodded.
Jay sighed in relief, a small smile finding his face.
"I was worried you were going to get upset." He breathed through a chuckle. "Like I was getting off to an insecurity."
Roy chuckled along with him, shrugging.
"Nah, y'know I'm not like that." He sighed. "I honestly was just worried that you were avoiding me cause it was getting to be too much for you, like I was more than you'd be into with how hands off you've been."
He continued in a jokey tone. Jay's eyes darkened briefly, hand reaching out to hold Roy's.
"Never." His voice dripped in honesty. "You hear me, you never would be. I don't care what you look like. I'm going to think you're beautiful no matter what you look like, no matter what."
He almost growled. While something in the archer's eyes softened at the confirmation, a sleazy grin did find its way to his lips.
"You're hot when you're assertive, y'know that?"
Jay rolled his eyes, pushing him away as he laughed.
After a bit of giggling, their mouths found each other once more, kissing languidly as they finally basked in tension free connection. Roy had pulled his boyfriend over him, laying back against their pillows as they kissed (Jason had to pretend that having Roy easily drag him over his body so easily didn't make him light headed with want.). Jay's hands wandered on him appreciatively, not stopping in any particular place, but feeling along Roy's chest, his stomach, his arms, his thighs, fuck, his ass. It was all so hot, feeling soft skin that had firmness buried underneath it. His cock was throbbing with how quickly it was coming to mass. Roy himself was letting himself relax in the grip, feeling so content knowing his Jaybird was finally getting his fill. It was a bit odd, being the center of attention for once, not the one guiding the scene, but he wasn't going to complain.
Jason pulled away to pant against Roy's lips, nuzzling at his nose. The red head hummed, wrapping his arms around his lover.
"So this is what you've been thinking about? Getting to touch up on me?"
He breathed, smile ever present on his face. Jay blushed, looking up to Roy with big, blown out eyes. His lips were slick and already swollen, making his look hungry, desperate for something.
"Well, not exactly." He mumbled, focusing on his fingers trailing the man below him's chest. "I had this…idea."
Roy's interest was piqued instantly. It wasn't often his love shared certain fantasies of his, usually he'd be very open about what he'd want and what boundaries surrounded that, but when it was something trivial to him like a scenario he wanted to set up or a position he wanted to try, he'd freeze up. So for him to not only express something that turned him on, but also something he'd clearly been mulling over for a while (if the stares Roy had endured said anything about it), was a feat within itself. Keeping himself as chill as he could on the outside (like he was luring in a stray cat), Roy leaned in and nodded.
"You wanna tell me about this idea, baby?"
He asked in the sexy tired drawl, knowing it would drive Jason crazy. With a blush that went down under his shirt, he nodded.
"I was thinking…y'know how I don't really have a gag reflex?"
The question hung in the air for a moment, letting Roy adjust to the ringing in his ears as he processed it. He did know, knew very well how useful that particular skill was. It was always a beautiful sight to behold, when Jay would take the initiation to suck his cock. The archer wasn't usually one to request it, far more interested in making his boyfriend feel good than to allow himself the opportunity to lean back and enjoy. But sometimes, Jason would drop to his knees, or push him back on the bed, and easily take him to the hilt. Roy would melt at the memories, thinking about how his length would make such a pretty bulge in his boyfriend's throat.
Remembering he was asked a question, the red head nodded, silently urging his lover to continue.
"Well…" Jason started, fiddling with the bedspread. "I was thinking that you could, like, use that to your advantage?"
He asked. And while that did sound incredibly hot, Roy was a bit confused by the meaning.
"Whaddya mean, Jaybird?" He hummed, watching how Jay's face twisted up, knowing he was dreading having to actually say what he wanted. They'd still need to work on that. With a soft sigh, Roy held his hand tighter. "Baby, I wanna give you whatever you want, but you gotta tell me what it is so I can do that."
He soothed. His boyfriend's expression pinched in on itself, before he took a deep breath.
"I want you to fuck my throat." He rushed out quickly. "Or face, or, whatever the fuck people say, you know what I mean."
It sent a warm shock through his body, tingly nerves trailing down his spine until they buzzed through his cock with interest. It was such an enticing idea, such a pretty picture being painted in his mind. But, just because it sounded good in theory didn't guarantee how it would play out in reality.
"Are you sure it wouldn't be too much?"
He asked, trying not to seem too excited at the idea as he confirmed his love would be ok (But just like Roy, Jay definitely had the same sixth sense for knowing when he was turned on.). He didn't mean the question maliciously, simply knowing that in the past they'd had to stop scenes due to Jay metaphorically biting off more than he could chew. His boyfriend nodded softly, his expression still a bit shy, but slowly blooming into want the more he thought about it.
"Yeah. I'm sure. We can always stop if things get too overwhelming, right?"
Roy nodded instantaneously.
With that idea settled on, the two got back into the flow of things. Jay settled himself in against Roy's chest as they kissed, lips gliding against each other in debauched harmony due to intimate familiarity, tongues connecting in a smooth drag and teeth settling in on sensitive places. Roy kept a firm grip on Jason's back, wanting to keep him in place as they made out. Always wanting his Jaybird near him. He stroked down his strong side, appreciating his form, loving the way he'd gasp and sigh against his lips. He could never describe just how into it he got when he had sex with Jay. The way every touch and sound and taste and smell became all encompassing. How he couldn't pull himself away, how long and drawn out he'd let things get because he was so numb to the outside world when engaged with his boyfriend, never wanting the ever flowing amount of good to stop.
After some minutes passed, the two pulled back a bit to catch their breaths, panting against each other's lips once more. As usual, the archer tried to take the opportunity to pull his love's shirt off over his head, but was stopped in his tracks. Jason placed his palm on Roy's chest, not letting him move any more.
"Let me take the lead." He breathed, pressing needy kisses to his neck. "Please?"
And while the red head's instincts were itching to take control of the scene, to be the one on top of Jason and feeling up his body appreciatively and finding all his sweet spots to make them sing in delight, he forced himself to take a deep breath and nod. If this is what his Jaybird wanted, he'd let him have it. He could always reestablish himself later.
"Yeah, handsome." He breathed, tucking his hands under his head. "Have at it."
And it was worth it to see that little smile. He watched idly as his boyfriend gripped the bottom of his worn out band tee, looking up at him expectantly. With an amused sigh, Roy stuck his arms up, letting the article be disposed of off the side of the bed. When he looked back up at his lover, the man seemed enraptured with the sight.
Jay's eyes became impossibly blown out, pupils eating up his iris' as he stared down at his boyfriend's topless form. His gaze trailed the length of his torso, up to his arms back to where they were folded under his head, and then his face, blushing to see him looking up at him. It made Jason dizzy, seeing such an amazing sight, and knowing he was being watched as he enjoyed it.
Without forcing himself to think it over, a nasty habit he hadn't quite kicked yet, he reached out and started appreciating the skin, diving forward onto Roy. His hands first found his biceps, kissing along his face and jaw as his fingers worked over the muscles, smiling against his skin as Roy "involuntarily" flexed for him.
He mumbled into him, hearing and feeling the warmth of a chuckle against his ear.
"What? I have no idea what you're talking about handsome."
He ignored the obvious flex (literally) to get back to the man before him. His lips moved from the side of his face to the muscled appendage, dragging soft kisses against the firm swell.
"You're so hot." He mumbled before switching to the other arm, showering it in affection as well. "Sexy and strong. When I watch you out on the field I loose my fucking mind. You know how many shots you've made me miss cause I was staring at you and that damn bow?"
He punctuated the sentence by biting softly into the skin, not enough to break it, not even enough to mark, but clearly soothing some innate urge the man had been holding onto. Roy groaned softly, unoccupied arm finding Jay's back.
"S'not my fault your spank bank needed material."
He said, breath stuttering as Jason licked over the area he'd just bit. He could feel his love following the shallow groove of a scar, his skin marred with the odd one. And while his weren't the same spectacle of grief as Jay's (especially the one taking up the centre of his chest), his love always made sure they were loved on. All he got in return to his comment was a brief hum, before he was being littered with kisses again.
Jason followed the swell of his biceps down, finding his way to his boyfriend's exposed chest. The way he was laying had his pecs sitting so pretty on display for him, thick expanses that he could get a pretty good handful of. They were gorgeous. The nipple he had been rough on some minutes before still sat pert, red from the force used. He couldn't leave it on its lonesome.
Jay sat up a bit, bringing his hands to Roy's chest, and cupping each of them in his palms. His love sighed below him, arching up softly into the hold as he was toyed with.
"God, and these. I'm always copping flack for my 'tits', but you've got a nice pair yourself, hmm?"
He breathed, closing the gap between his pointer and middle finger around the nipple he hadn't touched yet. Roy gasped softly below him, smile stretching as his arch deepened.
"I did peg you as a fan of my naturals, Jaybird."
He chuckled, making Jason break character for a moment and laugh.
"Can you stop for like, 5 seconds? I'm trying to make a point here."
He giggled, still pulling idly at his chest. Fingers buried in thick red hair, tugging gently on his love's nipples. Roy gasped softly before nodding.
"Sorry, it's been a while since I've been the one on my back."
He sighed, voice cracking when Jay squeezed harder. It had been a while since he'd been in such a vulnerable position.
"I'll let it slide, handsome. But no more running your tight five by me until we're done."
Jason released his grip to thumb over the nipples once more, coming down to mouth at the pecs appreciatively, nipping at him with his sharp teeth, earning gasps and low moans. Roy could hear mumbles of "So fucking hot" and "So lucky you're mine" under his boyfriend's breath, making both his heart and cock swell with warm blood. So early on and he already felt pampered. And from what he was feeling poking into his thigh, he knew his love was just as into it as he was.
The gentle touches grew more fervent, little nips becoming harsh sucks of hickeys into his skin, Jason pinching his nipples in earnest now. It took so much of Roy to not thrash at the sudden sharp pleasure, moaning openly at the onslaught of warm sparkles traveling through his nerves to settle nicely in his pelvis. Realizing he had thrown his head back sometime during the ordeal, he forced himself to look back down at Jason, catching his sharp eyes fixated on him. It made a blush spread through Roy's cheeks, joining that on his chest, experiencing the duality of attraction and embarrassment he had been putting his lover through doing the same thing to him, watching how he'd react to such intense pleasure. (Obviously, it wouldn't stop him from doing it in the future.).
Content with the state he'd left his chest in, Jay moved lower down Roy's body. Trailing kisses down his sternum and dragging his lips across his diaphragm, he settled on what had been plaguing him for weeks, the object of his desires, if you will. Roy Harper's exposed stomach, distended softly from a few months worth of good food and rest, lay before him unobstructed. Just looking at it felt perverse to him, to feel such strong waves of lust looking at something people usually want to hide, he'd never more felt like a deviant.
"Fuck." The word left his lips laced with feeling. "You're so fucking hot, Harper."
For the first time that evening, he hesitated, hands twitching at his side as he looked down at his boyfriend's tummy, clearly deep in thought. It was clear what he wanted, but a moment of clarity seemed to have washed over him as he took the expanse of his abdomen in. And for Roy, the man most committed to Jason Todd's enjoyment of, well, everything, that wouldn't do.
Easily, he moved his hands from where he'd (pinned them) rested them under his head, and gently took hold of Jason's wrists. Ignoring the startled look on his lover's face, he guided his hands to the tender pouch, watching them comfortably sink into the warm layer of fat. Milky skin covered in freckles and body hair poked out from between the spaces his fingers made, the firm press of abs still existing, just under the new layer he'd donned.
"There." Roy hummed, looking up and smiling at his lover. "I meant it when I said 'have at it', I don't care what you do, I just want you to touch me."
Any argument Jason might've had died on his tongue at the explicit consent he was given, his mind melting as heady waves of arousal took over. The world seemed to dull even more, as he finally flexed his fingers, and gently squeezed the soft belly below his hands. His breath shuddered slightly, and he was instantly comforted by Roy stroking his side.
"You have no idea how happy you make me, Jaybird." Roy started, leaning up a bit to kiss at Jay's jaw. "How excited I get knowing I get to come home to you, that each night I get a meal cooked by you, that I get to sleep in the same bed as you. It's all so good because it's with you." He reached upwards, gently holding Jason's cheek, making him look him in the eye. "And I love that you love that too, that you love me too. All of me."
The moment, while clearly debauched and lewd due to their positions and the fact they were both sporting raging erections, filled Jason with a comforting warmth, his boyfriend's sweet words taking away the edge of his more undesirable emotions. It felt so them, to have such a gentle and loving moment in the middle of some freaky sex, always being off from what was considered the norm of "healthy" relationships. They wouldn't want it any other way.
He mumbled, before leaning forward and melting into another kiss. Just a soft press of lips, not a mess of tongue and teeth but a moment of pure adoration between the two. Sentimental, almost.
But Jay's growing desire couldn't be ignored.
He sat back, pulling away from Roy to continue his trail, kissing down his boyfriend's body. He kissed along his stomach, following the line of his thick happy trail as he nosed the heated skin. Unable to stop himself, he left small love bites and hickeys in his wake, pressing his face into the pudge, even going as far as to lick along stripes of hair in pure lust for the body below him. All the while, his eyes, softened with a tender adoration, stayed locked on Roy, making sure he wasn't upset by any of it.
Obviously, he was not. In fact, he seemed desperately into it, fingers lacing in Jay's hair not to guide him or pull him back, but to keep his bangs out of the way, so he could see his full expression as he indulged in what he had so obviously been craving for weeks. Both sharing a realization of how perfect they were for each other (and how well they understood each other's hedonistic desires).
As Jay sank lower and lower towards the pushed down band of Roy's pajama pants, his movements became lighter and lighter, like he was trying to focus on thoughts being formed. His fingers toyed with the waist band, slowly looking up to his lover before his eyes trailed back down, looking at the bulge in his pants.
For a moment, Roy held his breath. While he knew it was unlikely with how far they’d come, it was still possible that Jay wasn't as into this fantasy as he had thought, and could possibly second guessing things. And, as into everything as he was, Roy wasn't going to let things continue if his boyfriend was uncomfortable. His eyes stayed glued on Jason, watching his face for every micro reaction, ready to pull the plug on everything the moment he sensed any sort of discomfort.
Instead of seeming to want to back out, his Jaybird's features seemed to have settled, his mind content with whatever he'd been mulling over. He watched as his love pressed a few more kisses to his skin, before sitting back on his knees. Sitting up, he looked to Roy almost cautiously.
"I have an idea…of something I wanna do."
He said, eyes not quite focusing on the other man. Roy nodded, stroking down Jason's side.
"Ok." He smiled, looking at his boyfriend with so much love. "What's your idea?"
Wordlessly, the man started pushing himself backwards, slinking himself down Roy's body. Past his stomach, past his bulge, down his legs, continuing to move backwards while holding eye contact. He shuffled down the bed until he reached the edge, unobstructed by a base board. From there, he turned around, stepping onto their bedroom floor before sinking down until all his boyfriend could see was the back of his head (all done without a word.).
Roy sat baffled for a moment, before he realized Jason was kneeling on the ground at the edge of the bed, looking over his shoulder at him expectingly. Being able to put two and two together, the realization hit Roy in a way he wasn't expecting. While yes that series of events was extremely funny to witness, it also settled something warm in his guts, taking in the position he'd be in, and how him being on his knees meant he immediately expected Roy to follow.
The red head stood slowly, stretching his back and legs until he felt that satisfying pull and pop, a low groan passing his lips. Jason chuckled, shifting around a bit awkwardly.
"Alright grandpa, let's get a move on."
He teased. Roy rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow before he approached him.
"I gave you a pass for whatever the fuck that was, Jaybird. You can let me stretch."
He joked in return. It was Jay's turn to roll his eyes, trying to conceal a soft blush. He did have a habit of just doing things without really voicing them, which usually led to his lover trying to deduce what was expected from him from context clues (worlds greatest detective family meant their partners had to be pretty good at deducing too.). Luckily, Roy always had him, even in moments like these. He was kindly handed a soft pillow for him to kneel on.
After tucking it under his knees, Jason sat back to look up at Roy, his want clear on his face. It sent a warm, tingly feeling through the archer's pelvis, seeing his love in such a submissive position, looking up to him with devotion and love and want in his eyes. It stirred feelings from deep within his chest, both big and small, easy to tackle and things that would make him cry from just thinking about them too long. Putting that to the side for now (he had a job to do, of course.), he moved until he stood directly in front of Jason, his love now eye level with his clothed bulge. Instinctively, he thread his fingers through the thick black waves, pushing the white streak back until the strands smoothed into a slick style. His Jaybird hummed appreciatively, eyes fluttering closed as they both basked in the moment.
After a few beats of just allowing themselves to be with each other, Roy spoke up in that voice, the low, commanding timbre that was equally comforting and laced with authority.
"What do you say when it's too much, or you need out."
He asked, fingers flexing slightly in Jay's hair. Not enough to pull or even grip him, but enough to remind him of his place. The question made that dynamic all the more real in this moment.
He breathed, shuddering as the words climbed up his chest.
From here, he had the perfect angle of Roy's delicious frame. The way that his imposing, changed form became more obvious to him. Looking up at his lover now, there was a swell of pudge in his eye line that usually wasn’t there, and thick thighs that came to either side of him, taking up more of his vision in a way that made his dick pulse with need. While still (partially) clothed, Roy exuded such a raw and overwhelming sex appeal that made Jason fucking giddy, excited to be at his lover's disposal, a desperate urge building inside him to be good for him.
Keeping his eyes locked on Roy's, he gently raised his hands, bringing them back to the waist band.
He asked in a small voice, watching how his lover's own eyes took him in, holding an intensity that was making his brain feel hazy.
With clear permission, Jason tugged the plaid pants down, leaving Roy in his underwear.
The sight under them was magical.
The gray boxers he was sporting left little privacy, shadows and contours not hidden like when wearing darker colours. The full outline of his erect cock and heavy balls were lewd by themselves, but the darkened spot where his tip lay, demonstrating just how needy he was, made Jason feel all kinds of hot and bothered. His hands trailed up the long, strong legs before him, brushing over fuzzy red hair and more of the odd scar. They settled on the thick expanse of his love's thighs, gripping into the plush meat, dimpling the skin. Jason felt his face flush with excitement, and he gazed back up to his boyfriend in a silent plea.
Roy himself was starting to feel that frantic need, panting slightly as he watched Jay work. Eyes locking back on one another, seeing the desire clear in his, he gave his love a slight nod, not knowing exactly what he was agreeing to, but knowing it wouldn't be something he'd regret. Being given a hesitant yes, his Jaybird moved forward with some restraint.
He sat up on his knees as he tipped himself forward, keeping his eyes locked on Roy's as he pressed his face into the front of his boxers, nosing along the bulge before him. The sudden thrill of the contact made Roy's grip tighten involuntarily in his hair, but Jay didn't seem to mind, keening contently at the pressure. Hearing that, and keeping his eyes locked on his lovers, Roy pulled a bit harder, guiding the man in front of him to drag himself along his clothed cock.
Jason did so happily, mouthing at the clothed appendage, melting into the heady smell of his boyfriend. He wasn't as crazy for the scent of cock and bodily musk the way Roy was, but he couldn't deny that the warm and cloying scent did do something for him. He let himself be dragged back and forth along him, being spurred on by the pretty puffed out moans he was receiving, until he was brought to the tip. There, feeling the ridged head through the fabric, he tried to be seductive by licking at the sensitive bundle of nerve endings. Doing it once earned him a pretty sound, and going in again made Roy curse. But as he tried to open his mouth and take in more of it, his love gently thrust his hips forward in tandem, pushing too much of that slightly harsh material past his lips at once for his brain to handle. The feeling of wet cotton against his tongue and the inside of his cheeks was truly awful. He tugged against Roy's grip, making muffled "nuh uh" sounds to voice his dislike of the sensation. Luckily for him, his boyfriend had fast reflexes, and let go of his grip to let him pull back.
Roy panted, smoothing his hair down once more. Jason shook his head, moving his tongue around the inside of his mouth to get rid of the fuzzy feeling.
"S'ok, maybe it's our cue to take them off?"
He smiled, once recovered. Roy chuckled at the 180, but was happy to oblige.
Jay helped pull the underwear off, fingers fitting easily under the elastic band of them. Tugging them down his love's legs, he almost jumped at the way Roy's pink cock bobbed up into his eyeline. With so much leading up to this, so much hype in his mind for the main event, he was a bit shocked to be in the reality of it. But to see Roy, hard for him, so clearly wanting, it made his insides flip, and his own cock jump with his arousal. Swollen with want, tip glistening with sticky precum from just how into this entire thing he was, it was clear that Roy hadn't been offended by or an unwilling participant in his fascination, nor what had taken place in this scene so far. To know that his lover wasn't just idly supportive but actively enjoying himself, made Jason feel all sorts of things (mostly aroused, though).
The sight of him made everything so much better. His belly hung nicely above his cock, Jason's previous ministrations still bruising the skin. The area surrounding his dick, however, had also softened slightly, and while obstructed by a thick layer of fiery pubic hair, it still made Jay's ears ring with want. His brain had become complete and utter mush, and he barely could comprehend the way he was moving to help Roy get his clothes out of the way. With himself bent over, the red head also helped him out of his own shirt, with a drawl of "Don't leave me on my lonesome Jaybird, I wanna see that pretty bod of yours." (Which he definitely didn't feel crazy about.) With everything in its place, Jason sat back on his knees, ready.
Roy, for his part, adjusted how he was standing to be more sturdy, looking to avoid toppling over from basic movement. He wanted to make sure he could move freely to fulfill what his Jaybird wanted from him, but also ensure that he wouldn't hurt him accidentally from his carelessness. He knew himself well enough to know he'd succumb to the pleasures of his boyfriend's mouth. With a thigh bracketed on either side of Jason's head, he shuffled forward, his erect cock right in front of his lover's face. As if sensing his unease with his balance, Jay spoke in a lust rocked voice.
"Lean forward and place your hands on the mattress, if you feel like you might fall."
His voice got breathy near the end, as he eyed up the reddened erection before him. Roy nodded, smiling down to him, petting through his hair one last time.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you'd planned all this out, handsome."
He breathed, watching as Jason peered up at him with wide eyes.
"Good thing you know better."
With that, he leaned forward, eyes still on Roy's, as he took the red head's cock into his mouth.
The warm, wet heat of his tip being swallowed, head choked by soft lips wrapping around it, sent stars to Roy's eyes, his spine tingling with the electrifying feeling running through his nerves. He panted out a soft "Fuck" as he adjusted to the onslaught of pleasure the simple movement caused. If having his cock head just passed his love's lips was doing this to him, he shuddered to think how it would feel down his throat.
Since this was something they'd never done before (and since it had been a while since Jason had sucked him off at all), Roy didn't immediately dive head first into thrusting in and out of Jay. That would just be a recipe for disaster, most likely overwhelming him at the jump, and ending all ideas or attempts in regards to the fantasy. So, he braced himself, allowing for his Jaybird to move at his own pace. Once he'd get the go ahead, a look or a verbal ask, then he'd start thrusting his hips (What he was absolutely not planning to do was to grip Jason's head in any way and move him along himself. He knew he wasn't that selfish, and wouldn't expect Jay to be that giving.)
On the floor, Jason was already melting at the heavy feeling of Roy on his tongue. Even that little bit, feeling the heft of his cock head, and taste the bitter saltiness of his skin and precum, it was magical, sending him into a hazy head space where all he wanted to do was make Roy feel good. Slowly, he pushed his head forward, dragging his lips along the smooth skin. He could feel the drag of his love's foreskin following his movements, being pushed back as he followed the length of his dick, feeling him twitch in interest. It was so raunchy, depraved in the best way, to be so familiar with how one's lover's sex felt, how it would react to your touch. He hoped he'd never forget the feeling of Roy Harper's cock, no matter where it was on or in him.
His slow, languid movements made the red head groan, hands tightening around nothing, trailing up his body to tuck into his hair briefly, feeling the fly away’s that had sneaked out of his pony tail.
He moaned, looking back down to see Jason taking him further and further, before pulling back and moving forward again, all while looking up at him with those big, loving eyes. There was no way Roy was getting out of this without having his brain sufficiently rocked from all this.
With the sizable length he was dealing with, it wasn't long before Jay was having to adjust himself, tilting his head a bit and relaxing his tongue and throat to allow for the appendage easy entrance. Luckily for him and his innate ability, he didn't have to worry about him gagging getting in the way of anything. Still, he had to prepare himself to start breathing through his nose, and to keep his jaw steady. Slowly, he took more and more of Roy in as he moved back and forth on his cock, briefly looking forward to see how it glistened with his spit. With one last pull back, taking a moment to suck in a deep breath, he pushed himself forward, moving at a snails pace along the entire thing to take it all down, moving until his nose was pressing into Roy's lower tummy, and his bottom lip was brushing the root of him.
While this wasn't new for the couple, Roy couldn't help that low groan that passed his lips, hand coming to just rest on top of Jason's head.
He whined, his cock twitching in the firm grip. It was so tight and warm, feeling the slight contraction the muscles gave at his intrusion, the faint buzz of Jason humming contently. As quickly as he was enraptured by it, it slowly pulled itself away, Jay moving his head back so he could breath. Before Roy could process it, without a pause, he was being taken to the hilt again once more, Jason staring at him to get his reaction. It was nothing short of pure pleasure and enjoyment, Roy feeling like his legs were going to give out from how good it felt to have his cock so thoroughly serviced. As he tried to form words, gentle praises to give his lover, they died on his tongue as he was sucked in one last time, Jason adding the flourish of sticking his tongue out so he could lick along his the dimpled skin of his balls, sending Roy's whole nervous system into a tingly mess of rapture.
Jay pulled off after the third time, gasping a shaky breath, his lips covered in spit, webs of saliva attaching him to his beloved's cock. His eyes watered softly, not quite tears, but still needing a moment to blink them away. He sucked in as much air as he could, fully ready to dive back onto the appendage, but was stopped. Roy held his head in place, panting softly.
"One second." He breathed, pushing Jay's bangs back, stroking his head lovingly. "You're so fucking good at that baby, I just need a minute."
Jason respected the boundary, hands coming up to stroke Roy's thighs.
He asked, voice hoarse. Roy chuckled breathlessly.
"I should be asking you that." He hummed, threading his fingers through his hair, looking down at him lovingly. "I'm fine, I just don't want this to be over too soon." The admission made his love blush with pride, knowing how quickly he could get his boyfriend worked up. "Are you ok?"
Without thought, Jason was nodding.
"Yeah, I am." He swallowed a bit, before continuing. "I want you to do what I asked earlier. Now that I know I can take it."
He urged, reminding Roy of what they had agreed upon. As much as his brain was dying to ask if he was sure, to ensure Jay would be alright with something intense like that, he simply nodded, adjusting his stance again. He didn't want Jason to think he was questioning his decision. He was an adult, and they had things in place to communicate if anything was wrong.
"Ok…yeah…you'll tap my leg three times if you need me to stop, alright?"
Jason nodded, earning a soft tug to his hair. Right, verbal agreements.
With breaths caught and an understanding between them, Jason braced himself against Roy's thighs, hands planted against the wide expanses happily, looking up to him expectingly. It sent a trill up his spine, seeing him ready to take whatever he would be given. He'd always felt that seeing his Jaybird in such submissive positions was something holy, to be the one to witness him step outside of those built up walls of harshness and be willing to put down his guard for him. It was something to be treated with reverence. Taking his time, he clutched himself in a firm grasp, holding his cock out to let Jay get comfortable in front of it. His love opened his mouth, adjusting himself so he'd be able to keep his throat open, gaze switching from the heavy heat between Roy's legs and back up to his eyes, waiting patiently. With a breath, the red head mentally prepped, knowing the risks and the rewards, before placing his tip back on Jason's tongue.
The velvety warmth surrounded him once more, making his centre tighten with the rush of sparks that flew through him. He kept his pace slow, inching slowly into the blazing heat with a skilled restraint. Jason's mouth was heavenly, something that would twist and turn and spit fire but also would love on him in all the ways it could. To be given permission to use it for his own fulfillment made him lightheaded. Once about half way in, he pulled back, not wanting to go all the way instantly. As exciting as it was, he didn't want to rush this, keeping his love's comfort in mind. But also, selfishly, he wanted to savour this, not knowing when his Jaybird might be up to it again.
He continued his shallow thrusts a few times, groaning openly with each roll of his hips. It felt similar to the usual amazingness of Jason's blow jobs, but with the added control on his end, being able to keep his own pace and slow down on his tender areas, it felt all that more wonderful, his sensitive dick buzzing with ecstasy, balls contracting as he moved. That added with the way Jason just kept looking at him, eyes filled with such warmth, it was filling his head with all sorts of nice thoughts and feelings. He made sure to pet through his hair, whispering soft praises through the whole thing, rewarding him for his submission and willingness to prioritize Roy's pleasure.
"You're so fucking pretty like that Jaybird." He growled, pushing his hips a little further. "Swallowing my cock so well, so handsome on your knees for me."
Jason, for his part, was feeling himself become dumb on Roy's prick, his brain and body feeling weightless as he steadied his breathing through his nose. While he was being taken easy on, it still felt so gratifying to be so useful to his boyfriend, to be used as something that was making him feel nice, and to be recognized for it so kindly. Even when debased to something like this, expecting himself to be used as a fuck toy, Roy never stopped making him feel loved and cherished and treated with humility, making it known that he was appreciated for what he was doing. It made it feel all the more better, to not just be treated as something worth fucking, but as a person that Roy adored having the honour to fuck. That thought sent more warm ripples of sparkling pleasure run through him, pooling in his pelvis.
"You treat me so well, gorgeous. Always making sure I'm taken care of, so fucking good."
Slowly, each thrust of Roy's hips bucking forward started to push his cock further and further into Jason's mouth, more of himself being swallowed down. With the mind numbingly good pleasure running through him, Roy felt himself start to lose balance, just as the man before him had predicted (He attributed it to being a loss of muscle strength in his core from his time of rest, an unprecedented casualty.). As he finally, finally, breached down into Jay's throat, feeling his nose just brush along his lower stomach, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself upright and not end up falling, with how amazing that constricting warmth felt. So, he took his love's advice.
Which, in retrospect, seemed to be a part of his perverse master plan.
By having Roy plant himself forward on the bed, it closed up the space that existed between the two. With Jason being in between both his lover's body and the mattress, the closing of this gap caused him to effectively be sandwiched between the two, the red head’s body pinning him against it. Which meant, in turn, that Jason's face was pressed against Roy's lower half. His thighs squished into his jaw, his stomach now pushing into his nose, eyes and forehead, engulfing his face in the warmth of his body, all while his cock was still buried in his mouth.
Roy didn't realize this at first, brain thoroughly scrambled from his dick being loved on so kindly, enraptured in the addicting feeling, head thrown back in ecstasy. It wasn't until he ended up looking back down and only being able to see the top of Jason's head that he realized the situation he'd put his lover in.
He whined, both from stimulation and anxiety. His immediate thoughts were telling him to push himself up and off of him, to give him more space, until he felt the faint buzzing surrounding his cock. It wasn't panicked cries of wanting him off, hell, he wasn't even trying to push his legs away. No, they were moans. Sounds of euphoria as he was finally where he'd been longing to be. His hands were gripping Roy tighter, almost trying to pull him in further, head tilted forward as he pressed himself harder into the pin, absolutely loving being (unintentionally) dominated into place with his weight, basking in the lewd pressure.
In Jason's mind, he was on cloud nine, living the fantasy he'd been dreaming about for weeks. Roy had him squished up against him, his soft parts encompassing all his senses. The pressure on his face, feeling every breath and contraction from the abs below the fat against him, the way Roy's thighs and stomach repeatedly bumped back into his head, keeping him in place, topped off by the ever present taste and weight of Roy on his tongue, he'd found the holy grail, what life was truly about, his heaven on earth, etc. He could feel his boxers getting sticky with precum, cock jumping and tightening in pure horniness, but couldn't even bother trying to fulfill himself, too wrapped up in all the good it was making him feel. So of course, he was moaning so sweetly on Roy's dick, making his enjoyment known so he wouldn't stop.
With all the context clues he'd needed, and not feeling any sort of tapping on his leg, Roy felt himself absolutely lose it. Legs shaking as those waves of lustful pleasure rolled through him, half spurred on from the mentality of how into this fucking scene he was, seeing Jason so content, but also from how good he felt fucking himself into his throat.
"God dammit Jaybird, you fucking like that? Yeah? You were fucking made for my cock baby! You make me feel so fucking good!"
He moaned, hips snapping forward in a random pattern. He'd take a few shallow ones in a row to make sure Jason could breath, before fucking himself all the way in, feeling that low buzz that would vibrate through his tip at his love moaning on him. He'd feel the sharp press of his nose dig into his pubic bone when going that deep, feel the curl of Jay's fingers in his thighs, the drag on his nails. It was all so intoxicating, all that pleasure on top of knowing his boyfriend was getting off to him throwing his weight around. He'd never felt so much love pouring out of him, he'd never felt so loved and revered.
Jason himself was truly and utterly gone, no thoughts in his mind other than making sure his mouth stayed open, and timing his breaths properly. There was an ache starting in his jaw, blooming softly but not enough to make him want to stop, not when Roy was above him making the prettiest sounds, and pressing him into that warm, comforting place his body made over and over again. God, maybe he could convince him to fuck his face while laying down, have him pinned to the mattress, head held in place by his thick thighs, while he hammered himself into his mouth over and over again, practically sitting on his face. Now that was a thought.
He was already getting addicted to the repetitive fill and release of having his cock in and out of him, the feeling not as intrusive as he'd imagined. Nice, in a way. He tried to keep up his little tricks that he knew would make Roy feel good, sticking his tongue out and licking his balls on those deep thrusts in, hollowing out his cheeks when he's just fuck his mouth, but it was getting hard to keep focus and time things right, too caught up in how good the pressure of being pinned and used felt.
Roy, himself, was barely holding on. Moans and cries and whimpers leaving his lips, soft praises slurring on his tongue. He wasn't sure he could find words outside of "Oh fuck~" and "So good baby", well, besides whimpered calls of his love's name (and every variation of it.). Slowly, the roll of his hips were becoming more erratic, rhythm lost as he felt everything tighten slightly. He felt those spikes of pleasure, those sparks of want that stood out and contracted everything, starting to grow and grow, the edge becoming close and closer. His hands had fisted the sheets long ago, but now, he felt he could tear them apart. But, he knew what he needed to be able to push himself there, to actually get himself to cum.
Using whatever strength he could muster while his soul was being sucked out through his dick, he made himself stand back up again, a hand finding the top of Jason's head. He gripped a fistful of hair, leaning back a bit to finally get eyes on his face again. When their eyes finally connected once more, Roy was enamoured by the sight. Jason, face blotchy, covered in drool and sweat (a mixture of both of theirs), looked at him with blown out, fuzzy eyes, barely able to focus on him. His eyelids blinked slow and heavy, fingers gripping him so hard he'd left angry lines across the pale skin.
"Shit baby, you're so fucked out on my cock, huh?"
The words barely passed his lips before Roy was hissing with emotion, watching and feeling as Jason pushed himself forward and throated all of his dick down, trying to nuzzle himself further onto it, nose and cheeks pressed harshly into his pubic area. He felt the electric buzz of a loud moan, and Jason swallowed around him.
That sight, pure wanton lust for him, for his cock, for his body, for him, didn't just send him over the edge, but threw him.
He felt his peak hit him quickly, his balls tightening as those hot spikes of heady pleasure took over, sending his head into a light headed, hazy place. He had just enough wherewithal to realize that Jason probably wouldn't like him shooting ropes of hot cum down his throat, and immediately acted. He used the hand in his hair to pull him off, his other coming to hold his cock as the first spurts of his spent landed on Jay's still outstretched tongue. Overshooting, though, meant Roy had pulled out more than he intended, working himself over as he climaxed, spurting loads of cum all over Jason's face. Both were shocked, Jason more so than Roy, but they both melted into the moment as Roy finished with a string of expletives and praises and beautiful fucking sounds, the man below him also keening in a fucked out delight at the feeling. The rolling waves of Roy's orgasm crash over and over again through his body, practically shaking as he shoots load after load, euphoria in each ripple running through him. The red head jacked himself off to completion while his lover licked his tip clean, until his body was seizing with each drag of his fist, and his Jaybird was covered in his love.
The moment stretched for a beat, with Roy panting to catch his breath and rest. But, when he looked back down at Jason, looking so debauched and content while his face was painted with cum, he couldn't help himself. Without hesitation, the archer dropped to his knees to join him on their bedroom floor, kissing him passionately despite the mess. He didn't care, couldn't come up with a single fuck to give, not when Jay looked so pretty and had done all that for him. Pulling away slowly, not caring of what was on his face, nor the taste of himself on his tongue, Roy dragged his fingers along his love's features, collecting the spent. When he'd had enough coating them, he slowly coaxed it to Jason's lips, pushing it into his mouth, watching in fascination as he desperately sucked the digits clean. Jay moaned softly around them, still in a state of being fucked out and wanting to please his lover, but also seeking his own fulfillment in tasting his orgasm. It was hedonistic and raw, and made Roy's already milked cock twitch in interest. He'd be thinking about this for weeks.
When he was mostly clean, the only cum left on his face being the thin sheen of it that had been smeared around, Jason started to come out of the scene. Roy slowly pulled his fingers from his mouth, taking them to his own to suck them the rest of the way clean of the mixture of spit and cum, before he dropped his hand to his lap, chuckling in disbelief.
He panted. Jason went to respond with a similar astonishment, but could only manage a small smile, too uncomfortable with the slowly drying fluid on his face to think of what to say. Luckily, Roy could tell almost immediately, knowing his boyfriend so well, and got up quickly to help remedy the situation.
Returning with a pack of baby wipes (having a child who was prone to having sticky hands meant they kept them everywhere.), Roy instantly got to work helping clean Jason off, wiping down his features until he was fresh faced (literally.).
"There." He mumbled once finished. "Better?"
His voice was so fucked out, hoarse and sandpaper rough, and all it did was endear Roy to him even more.
The red head took a moment to clean his own face up, tossing both used wipes into a nearby trash. Sitting back on his hip, he looked to Jason, catching his eye, seeing that same look of wonder and adoration as he'd seen when he was on his knees. It made Roy blush a bit, caught off guard by the pureness behind the gaze, by being adored no matter what he's doing. But as his eyes drop out of coyness, they catch on the sizable mass in his lover's pants, reminding him that there's a score to settle. He needed to make Jason cum as hard as he did, like, yesterday.
Dragging his eyes back up to his lover's, his mouth easily curled itself into that sleazy smile he couldn't help but sport, scooting himself closer to Jason.
He purred in a low tone, wanting to ease them back into things slowly. Of course, Jay immediately caught his drift, a blush rising in his cheeks as he knew what was about to happen. Roy could never keep his hands off him for too long, could never leave him hanging, especially after it had been his turn to be loved on.
He smiled, his boyfriend just inches from his face. With a familiarity the two couldn't help but share, they easily slotted against each other, mouths finding each other in a gentle press. Jason's eyes fluttered closed, his lips swollen from being used, soothed against the warmth of Roy's. Exhausted from holding himself up, he slumped against the other's body, letting himself be held as he languidly kissed his lover, putting up no fight as the archer's tongue piercing passed the seam of his lips, and started exploring his mouth. His own started tracing the muscle, laving over Roy's tongue in his mouth, the connection seeming chaste in comparison to what they'd just done.
With him lax and pliant, Roy started collecting Jason's body in his arms, caressing his waist, and then maneuvering him so he'd have his legs straddling his hips, the red head's arms securing him. He put up no fight, probably expecting Roy to finish him off here on the floor. But that wouldn't do for Harper. Jason couldn't do all that for him, bruise his throat with Roy’s cock, and not get to climax in the comfort of a bed. As if he were picking up a pet, or even his daughter, Roy moved with practiced ease, standing while holding Jason against him, chuckling into his mouth as he heard him gasp at suddenly being hoisted into the air. He scrambled slightly for purchase, gripping onto his boyfriend tightly, as he got them to a sturdy, standing position. Spinning around, Roy held Jason tight as he threw the two of them back onto the bed, his love pulling away in shock as he landed on top of him.
And while yes it was a bit of a surprise to be picked up so easily, it also was super fucking hot to witness such a casual showing of strength.
But now, laid atop Roy Harper, looking down at him in all his naked glory, Jason felt the prickle of his own lust, realizing the lewdness of the tableau. With his hands planted once again on the plush of Roy's chest, straddling his thighs, being looked up at in pure appreciation, for what he'd done, for who he is, it made him dizzy with a want yet addressed. Roy smiled up at him, face awfully fond.
He asked, tone as non-judgmental as he could muster. Jason did, on the occasion, have no interest in fulfilling himself during sex, participating as a means to only seek out the sensation of it by making Roy feel good (which, the other also tended to do, more often than Jason, really.). But right now, all that was on his mind was to finally orgasm.
"Yeah, I do." He nodded, panting softly. "Please."
Roy reached up, cupping Jason's face to pull him back down into a heated kiss. He followed easily, stretching himself out across his boyfriend's naked body below him, allowing himself the privilege of sinking into him and fanning out, like a pad of butter on a hot skillet. His hands stayed perched on Roy's chest, fingers idly feeling out the expanse of his skin. It was nice, a comforting weight pressing all along his body, making the archer feel comforted after fighting for his life against that spectacular blow job. His arms wrapped around Jay's waist, holding him tight, hoping that he'd never have to let him go.
As they swapped spit, Jason moved sluggishly to be positioned better. Roy felt one of his thighs being knocked by a knee, and moved it out of the way without question, feeling Jay hum, satisfied, as he changed from straddling both of his thick thighs to just one of them. The strong muscle, only barely softened with repose, pressed itself against his still clothed crotch, eliciting a quiet noise from him, a barely there whimper at finally being touched. He had no hope or plans to last long, especially after living out his fantasy, especially after doing it with Roy. Getting to hear him make all those pretty sounds, knowing it was him that got him to make them, feeling so indulged but also accomplished from pleasing his lover, he could finally understand what Roy's whole deal was with taking care of him.
His hands trailed idly all along him, gripping onto his arms, chest, stomach, feeling up the pudge of his lover without hesitation, feeling at ease with his perversion. Roy didn't seem to mind at all, smiling into their kiss. Lips still locked together, tongues tracing each other’s without worry, grown accustomed to one another following their evening, Jason started to steadily roll his hips while mounted on Roy's thigh, bucking them forward against his bare skin. While his erection was still tucked away in his sweats, the simple stimulation with him so fucking turned on was putting that swirly starlight behind his eyes, and making him whine into Roy's mouth.
Picking up on what his Jaybird was doing, Roy let his hands trail down his back to take full handfuls of his ass, helping guide him into a steady rhythm. He could feel his love properly moaning against his lips, muffled sounds trailing off into soft whimpers when the grind would feel particularly good. And while Roy was sure that those slow drags of his clothed cock felt amazing, he was on a mission to give his love an equally brain numbingly good orgasm.
Pulling his head back slowly, his eyes fluttered open to a beautiful sight. Jason up in his face, lips spit slicked and parted, hair ruffled in a halo around his head, with features molded to his pleasured state. He puffed out soft moans as his eyes struggled to open, looking to Roy with pure adoration, looking at him like he'd hung the stars, kept the moon in orbit, and was the reason behind the sun shining every day. And Roy loved him for it. Getting him so sex drunk that he couldn't keep up the facade of neutrality, and couldn't stop himself from masking his devotion always made the archer's heart beat pick up. With a measured pace, a hand moved from where it was perched on his ass, to the front of his pants.
"Can I help you out handsome? Or do we want to keep this up?"
The question hung in the air for a moment. Being so acquainted with his boyfriend's preferences, Roy knew that there were times where Jason couldn't handle skin to skin, getting overwhelmed by having his oversensitive nerve endings toyed with in such an intense way. So, he'd prefer things like dry humping or stimulation through the clothes. Jay felt his pelvis dip at the question, so turned on by the thoughtfulness his love had for him. Slowing his movements down to collect himself enough, he answered.
"Y-yeah, you can touch me. Please, touch me."
He groaned through pants, completely gone. Roy did not have to be told twice, immediately pulling down the waist of his sweats and underwear to free his leaking cock, tucking them under his balls and below his ass, finally getting his hands on his lover's gorgeous dick.
With his new found access to the appendage, Roy ran a few lazy strokes along his cock, basking in Jason's low moans as he repeatedly stripped him. While his precum was enough for them to be able to manage it, the red head pulled his hand back to quickly spit in his palm, effectively lubing up his dick. The new wet warmth running along him made Jay whine a pretty sound, a low "fuck" passing his lips at Roy's thorough ministrations. Gliding a few more smooth strokes along him, feeling Jay try to thrust up into them, an idea came to mind. Something that would get him off while still getting to appreciate what had him so turned on in the first place.
Keeping him in hand, Roy moved his grip, and Jason's cock along with it, so that instead of him holding him in a closed fist, his sex was pinned between the red head's palm, and the soft skin of his thigh. Jason, who had looked down feeling the shift in pressure, felt something surge inside him, warm sparks trailing through his spine, making his cock twitch and leak, and his brain start to pour out of his ears.
He groaned, using this new leverage to fuck forward into his love's hand. He had tucked his head and shut his eyes momentarily, too overwhelmed by how amazing it all felt, his arousal spurred on by the visuals, but was quickly brought back when he heard Roy speak.
"Yeah, is it better than you imagined, baby?"
He hummed, smiling as Jay's blurry eyes tried to focus on him. He nodded, loose and dumb and so lost in how amazing it felt.
"Yes, fuck, Roy! It's good!" He whined, hips jackhammering forward. "You're so hot, thank you, fuck, thank you!"
He babbled on as his hips continued working, Roy languidly stroking his hand in time.
"Wish you could see yourself, you're so fucking handsome Jaybird."
His low voice was doing things to Jason, making that surge deep in his body feel closer and closer.
Hanging his head once more, too tired to keep it up, Jason watched his cock work in and out of Roy's hold. As his cock head disappeared into his folds and Roy’s hand and reappeared as he fucked forward, it dragged a mess of glistening precum and spit all over the archer's thigh, his calloused fingers covered as well. It made it easier for him to move further and further up his legs, his tip pushing into the plush skin, dimpling it with his force. It was so addicting to watch. And as he hiked higher and higher, Jay's cock head started to try and bury itself under the fold connecting Roy's stomach and his thigh, bumping into his belly with soft nudges. He moaned gently, hands resting on the red head's ribs squeezing tighter, so entranced by the squish. He so desperately wanted his lover to fuck him in all the ways that made the difference noticable. Pinning him down under him, using it to his advantage while wrestling, trapping him between his thighs while he sucked him off or ate him out. It didn't matter, as long as it was the two of them.
Roy couldn't stop the fond chuckle from bubbling through his lips, not while Jason looked so cute, so transfixed on his body while getting himself off. He stroked down his back with his free hand, finding his ass once more and grabbing a firm handful of cheek.
"You make me feel so hot, Jaybird. Gonna have me getting all conceited when I go back to work." He hummed, squeezing his cock a bit harsher, making Jason cry out such pretty moans of "yes", and more mindless pleads. "All I'm gonna wanna talk about is how my man treated me so well during the holidays, how he couldn't take his eyes off me for one second."
Roy's words went directly to Jason's dick, making those trills of pleasure run deeper and deeper through his core, winding everything up tight. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, that he couldn't keep himself going with how good everything felt, the memories of Roy's weight on him fresh in his mind, the way he looked so handsome below him now, how good his skin felt against his. He pumped his hips forward, needing just something, anything, to get him that last little bit there. Harsh thrusts forward and desperate whimpers making his want for a climax obvious.
And Roy, who knew his lover so well, knew exactly how to get him there.
Gripping his cock in a fist once more, Roy delivered firm, fast strokes, keeping them close to Jason's tip. His other hand came around front, slipping under to cup his balls and gently massage the heavy purse, feeling them flex and tighten at his touch. The action sent Jason reeling, body tipping backwards, hands planting on Roy’s shins to keep himself up. He hissed, dissolving into quick moans and whimpers, quiet "oh my gods" and calls of his love's name, a mantra of "Roy, holy shit, Harper!". Knowing Jason was getting close, Roy decided to commit to his idea. Maneuvering himself and Jay's cock as best as he could, he directed the head towards his abdomen and chest, smiling up to his lover with that easy grin that made Jason blush on a normal day, but now made his head fuzzy.
"C'mon Jaybird, show me how much you love me." He hummed. "Mark me as yours."
And while it was cheesy, and cliche, and all the things Jason usually hated, at that moment, it sent him over the edge. Body going taut, hips stuttering, that coiling pressure reached its high before it blew, waves of pleasure travelling through Jay as he came. With a long whine and sobbed cries of pleasure, spurts of cum shot from his cock, covering Roy's thighs, stomach, some even shooting as high as his chest, the archer keeping an even pace as his love's hips twitched sporadically. Jason always came way more than the average person post Lazarus Pit spa treatment, orgasms lasting longer as well, which meant Roy had the honour of watching the glorious sight of his boyfriend's climax as it extended in time, watching his movement slow into aborted drags as he went boneless above him, breathes shuddering. By the end of it, Roy's body was covered with a thorough mess of cum, having had the favour he'd done to Jay's face sufficiently returned.
It took a bit for Jason to finally open his eyes again, squinting against the warm afternoon light trickling in through their blinds, an early sunset due to the season. His eyes sparkled in it, pretty emeralds set in deep sockets, lids hooding them in his lax state. With a final, deep breath, he sputtered a wheezy chuckle.
"Fucking hell." He laughed, face breaking into a lazy smile. "That was, fuck."
Roy couldn't help himself from making a low sound as well.
"I know." Smiling, he stroked down Jason's side, wanting to reach up and kiss and coddle his lover, but not wanting to make a bigger mess of their bed than they'd already had. "You did so good, Jaybird."
Jason's face pinched in a way that only Roy could get it too, something between a cringe and being fond, adoration and embarrassment.
"Y'know I'm not…" he let the words die on his tongue. "Thank you. And thank you for indulging me." He looked down, picking at the pilling on his pants. As the scene concluded, and the word came back into view around him, the reality of everything seemed to hit Jason at once. He shifted a bit awkwardly, swallowing the spit that had flooded his mouth. "That wasn't like…too weird for you?"
He mumbled, eyes still trained downward. Roy could feel the uncertainty, those insecurities that came up within Jay whenever he'd ask for anything for himself, involuntarily feeling selfish for his own enjoyment if he felt it was at the expense of others, needing the other person to have gotten something out of it for it to have been worthwhile. Being mindful of the mess between them, Roy reached up, cupping his lover's face with his clean hand.
"Handsome, that was the furthest thing from. You've indulged me in my freak shit before and you think I'd be put off by that?" He tried to keep a reassuring look on his face, making sure Jason was looking at him. "You made me feel so sexy Jaybird, like I'm not some dad who let himself go."
Jason smiled, shaking his head, taking Roy's hand and kissing his palm, as he had earlier.
"You're not, and even if you were, that has no merit on your attractiveness." He hummed into his skin. "You're like the poster boy for rugged now, we gotta get you a flannel and drive out somewhere so you can chop wood for a calendar or something."
Roy laughed, shaking his head.
"You wanna put me in a dilf calendar, baby?"
That comment earned another cringe.
"Don't call yourself a dilf."
After another round of giggles and fond looks, Jason sighed, slowly standing from where he was perched on Roy. The reality of the mess they’d made was starting to affect his ability to stay on top of him.
He hummed, grabbing the wet wipes and tossing them to his boyfriend, still laid on the bed. Roy hummed into agreement, blindly reaching for them.
"You get it started while I throw the sheets in the wash?"
Jason hummed in agreement, padding off, but not before looking back at Roy. Sweaty, covered in his spent and his marks, looking so happy and relaxed. His plush body laid out on the bed, a full display of muscle and rolls, warm skin marred with scars and tattoos, soft ginger hair covering him, a vision to behold. He was going to be thinking about that for a while, sending it directly to a corner of his mind he'd unturn on a lonely night without his lover.
The shower provided more material for that dark, dingy corner. Watching Roy run his hands along himself, rivulets of water tracing down his frame, body hair speckled with dew drops. Noticing the stares, he immediately handed over his bottle of soap to Jason, letting him touch all along him as he "helped" him clean himself off.
"I better not catch any more flack for being a pervert, by the way. If you're gonna keep acting like that."
Roy hummed as his boyfriend finished washing down his legs. Jason chuckled, looking up at him while batting his lashes.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Roy rolled his eyes over dramatically.
"Yeah yeah, the marks from where you tried to take chunks outta me say otherwise."
Hours later, when they were both tucked into bed, lights low in the bedroom, Jason pressed one last sleepy kiss to Roy's chest, hands trailing soft patterns on his tummy. He wasn't worried anymore, about bad reactions, or that his love would find him weird. Simply basking in the feeling of getting to love his man the way he'd been dreaming about.
He muttered, barely holding onto reality. Roy stroked down his back, pulling him impossibly closer, letting him melt into the warm plush of his body.
"I love you too, Jaybird. Goodnight"
(And while Roy had been fully planning on getting back to his training and pick up the bow again following New Years Day, he decided to push that back a few weeks, and let Jason live out his fantasies a bit longer. It's the least he could do.)