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‘‘Nothing I can’t handle. But maybe… I could use another washing up, to be honest.’‘ Jason shifted a little under Tim, grimacing at the sticky feeling on his stomach and between his legs. ‘‘Come on, sweetheart, up and off. We both need to clean up.’‘
Tim blushed a horrid red and got up quickly, kissing Jason. "Sit still." He ordered before grabbing a couple warm wet towels and cleaning Jason off thoroughly.
‘‘Nothing I can’t handle. But maybe… I could use another washing up, to be honest.’‘ Jason shifted a little under Tim, grimacing at the sticky feeling on his stomach and between his legs. ‘‘Come on, sweetheart, up and off. We both need to clean up.’‘
Tim blushed a horrid red and got up quickly, kissing Jason. "Sit still." He ordered before grabbing a couple warm wet towels and cleaning Jason off thoroughly.
Jason really needs a good rest.
And with Tim falling apart above him, trembling, clenching, his face screwed up with such shameless pleasure, Jason was powerless against his own building orgasm.
He tightened his arms around Tim, thrusting up once, twice, before he stilled, his cock throbbing inside of Tim as he felt the rush making his nerves sing with the sharp pleasure.
‘‘Fucking hell, Tim…’‘ Jason panted, mouthing along Tim’s neck.
Tim let out a loud whimper, shivering on his cock and nuzzling his neck tiredly. “God please do that again soon… I need that more.” He breathed, threading his fingers through Jasons hair. “God you’re so gorgeous.”
‘‘Give a man time to rest up, Timmy,’‘ Jason chuckled. He arched into Tim’s touch, sighing, as the high of his orgasm ebbed away, and the soreness of his body made himself known again.
So much for not overexerting himself.
Worth it.
‘‘As soon as I’m healed, Tim… Then we can go for as long as you want to.’‘
Tim smiled and nodded, "Good, cause I wanna be sore from your cock." He hummed, nuzzling Jason's neck. "Now it's time for Nurse Tim to take care of you." He chuckled. "You're not hurting too bad are you?"
And with Tim falling apart above him, trembling, clenching, his face screwed up with such shameless pleasure, Jason was powerless against his own building orgasm.
He tightened his arms around Tim, thrusting up once, twice, before he stilled, his cock throbbing inside of Tim as he felt the rush making his nerves sing with the sharp pleasure.
‘‘Fucking hell, Tim…’‘ Jason panted, mouthing along Tim’s neck.
Tim let out a loud whimper, shivering on his cock and nuzzling his neck tiredly. "God please do that again soon... I need that more." He breathed, threading his fingers through Jasons hair. "God you're so gorgeous."
Jason was along for the ride as Tim fucked himself on his cock, and God, he wouldn’t change a damned thing. He kept muttering praises as Tim shuddered apart in his arms, and when he heard the little slip of his tongue, when he felt Tim quiver and tighten around him, Jason struggled to keep himself from coming.
‘‘Shh, baby,’‘ he whispered, running his hands over Tim’s back as the other man panted against his chest. ‘‘Slow down. We have time.’‘ Jason kept his movements steady, slow, as he continued to rock up into Tim, mouthing along his neck. ‘‘I’ve got you, sweetheart.’‘
Tim sobbed and shook from the slight overstimulation he was getting, laying on Jay carefully and letting the other man take more control of the situation and their movements. “Oh my god…” He breathed, holding gently onto Jason’s hips. “Mmmh, please dont stop, you feel so good, Jay… So- hah- big and, mmmmhhh, full…”
‘‘You like it, don’t you? To be filled like this? God, Baby Bird, had I known…’‘ Jason wrapped his arms around Tim, cradling him close. He felt Tim shudder in his arms, around him, and Jason knew, God he knew, he wouldn’t be able to last long.
‘’Next time I’m going to lay you down, sweet Baby Bird, and I’m going to take such good care of you.’‘ Jason’s movement sped up, and he groaned against the skin Tim’s neck. ‘‘Where do you want me to come, baby?’‘
Tim let out soft, wrecked little noises as Jason sweet talked him, whimpering some and nodding to everything he said. "Daddy, Jay, Jason oh yeah, yes!" He cried softly, grinding down onto his dick and matching the pace, biting his own lip with his eyes screwed shut. "Inside, dear God Jason fill me up, please~!" He sobbed, cumming for the second time and shaking hard in the other's arms.
Jason was along for the ride as Tim fucked himself on his cock, and God, he wouldn’t change a damned thing. He kept muttering praises as Tim shuddered apart in his arms, and when he heard the little slip of his tongue, when he felt Tim quiver and tighten around him, Jason struggled to keep himself from coming.
‘‘Shh, baby,’‘ he whispered, running his hands over Tim’s back as the other man panted against his chest. ‘‘Slow down. We have time.’‘ Jason kept his movements steady, slow, as he continued to rock up into Tim, mouthing along his neck. ‘‘I’ve got you, sweetheart.’‘
Tim sobbed and shook from the slight overstimulation he was getting, laying on Jay carefully and letting the other man take more control of the situation and their movements. "Oh my god..." He breathed, holding gently onto Jason's hips. "Mmmh, please dont stop, you feel so good, Jay... So- hah- big and, mmmmhhh, full..."
Dear fucking God, the sight of him…
Jason clutched at Tim’s thighs as Tim worked himself open. Part of him wanted to urge Tim to take it slow, to be careful, or to take over himself until Tim was writhing mess in his arms - next time… - but Jason was aching for it as much as Tim was.
And when he sank down on him…
Jason cursed, and he bit his lip harshly, the sting of it keeping his head grounded. ‘’That’s it, sweetheart…’’ Jason stroked Tim’s sides soothingly as Tim kept lowering himself down until he was fully seated on his lap. ‘’You feel so good around me, baby… You were made for me, weren’t you?’’ Jason rocked his hips up a little, ignoring the dull pain at the movement.
Tim let out a wrecked little noise caught between a slutty moan and a pure sob, his head falling onto Jason's shoulder as he bounced, alternating between fast and slow to make sure they wouldn't get off too fast. He was crying, sobbing into Jason's shoulder from the sweet pleasure pumping through his veins every time he moved on Jason's dick. "Oh god oh shit! Ahhhhhhhhhh Jay, God, fill me so good- a-all full of your thick cock daddy-" he slipped out accidentally as he sped up, the noises catching more in the back of his throat as he kept crying and whimpering.
"Jay, I-" he couldn't really give much more of a warning before he came hard on their stomachs, shaking hard in his arms. "J-Jay... I- c-can we go again?" He asked breathlessly, "Cum, please."
‘‘Always,’‘ Jason muttered, pulling Tim in as he laid down on the bed. He grabbed the back of Tim’s head, keeping him close, as he deepened the kiss, and he pulled at Tim’s shirt with his free hand. ‘‘Take it off, Tim. I wanna see you.’‘
“I could,” Jason breathed out, his heart pounding wildly. Because the thought of Tim sinking down over him, that body writhing because of him…
God, it had Jason’s head spinning.
“If I just lay here,” Jason’s voice hitched when Tim’s thumb circled over the head of his cock and he struggled to remain somewhat levelheaded, “you could ride me.” Jason turned his head, tilting Tim’s head up to meet his gaze. “You wouldn’t hurt me. I wouldn’t hurt myself. Your pace. Your - fuck, Tim, I wanna fuck you.”
Tim whimpered loudly in response to what Jason was telling him and nodded, finding the nearby lube and stripping himself before he just.... opened himself up, right there, for Jason to watch. He bucked his hips with whimpers until he was stretched enough and knelt over Jason's cock.
"Oh god..." He whispered shakily as he moved down a little, feeling the tip nudge at his slicked, open hole. He pressed his forehead to Jason's quickly, chasing his lips with pants as he sunk down all the way, letting out a loud, very pornographic moan of Jason's name, his whole small body shaking.
"Oh god, Jason... J-Jay you're so- so fucking big.... I didn't- oh, ohhh-" the boy's head was spinning as be began moving slowly on Jason's cock. "Baby thrust if you can, fuck I wanna feel you move."
‘‘Always,’‘ Jason muttered, pulling Tim in as he laid down on the bed. He grabbed the back of Tim’s head, keeping him close, as he deepened the kiss, and he pulled at Tim’s shirt with his free hand. ‘‘Take it off, Tim. I wanna see you.’‘
Jason’s breathing hitched when Tim’s fingers wrapped around him. The slow drag of his hand over his cock had Jason’s mind reeling, and he rolled his hips to meet Tim’s movements.
He tilted his head back, making room for Tim’s wandering lips. “No need to flatter me, baby. Oh - Fuck, Tim…” Jason licked his lips, moaning softly. “Just like that, baby…”
Tim sucked gently at his neck, creating a beautiful array of hickeys as he tightened the grip around Jason's cock just a little, swiping his thumb over the leaking slit when he could. "You're so hot, Jay... Can't wait for you to fuck me with that dick..." He breathed, rocking his hips steadily into the mattress for friction.
‘‘Always,’‘ Jason muttered, pulling Tim in as he laid down on the bed. He grabbed the back of Tim’s head, keeping him close, as he deepened the kiss, and he pulled at Tim’s shirt with his free hand. ‘‘Take it off, Tim. I wanna see you.’‘
Tim drew in a shaky breath and barely pulled away to take the article of clothing off, kissing him carefully but matching the passion nonetheless. He ran his fingers through Jason’s hair slowly, smiling into each kiss.b
Jason’s hands ran over Tim’s chest the moment his shirt was off. His fingers lingered and teased at his nipples, hesitated when he found scars, and he possessively clutched at his waist when he felt Tim’s hand slide through his hair.
His hips bucked up a little at the touch, and Jason let out an impatient noise. He’d been hard, ever since Tim and he had made out while he was in the tub, and right now, he was almost aching with need.
Tim whined when his nipples were teased, and blushed dark when Jason found scars, kissing him to distract himself from thinking about how vulnerable he really is. Tim bit his own lip before he ran a hand down Jason's toned chest, watching it as it glided over his abdomen and carefully wrapped around the base of Jason's cock, not ashamed he was staring.
"You're really big," Tim whispered as he started kissing at the older man's neck, slowly pumping his hand.
‘‘Always,’‘ Jason muttered, pulling Tim in as he laid down on the bed. He grabbed the back of Tim’s head, keeping him close, as he deepened the kiss, and he pulled at Tim’s shirt with his free hand. ‘‘Take it off, Tim. I wanna see you.’‘
Tim drew in a shaky breath and barely pulled away to take the article of clothing off, kissing him carefully but matching the passion nonetheless. He ran his fingers through Jason's hair slowly, smiling into each kiss.b
‘‘It’s not my fault I get into fight.’‘ Jason opened one eye to look up at Tim with an innocent look on his face. ‘‘The fights find me, not the other way around, I promise.’‘
Jason shuddered underneath Tim’s ministrations, and he licked his lips.
The words out of Tim’s mouth had the heat curl into Jason’s groin. This… Oh, this, this was totally not what he had been expecting. But he wasn’t complaining.
Jason reached out, pulling Tim a little closer over the edge of the tub to kiss him. “ And then what about you, sweetheart?” he whispered against Tim’s lips.
Tim grinned and kissed him passionately. “Well I’m not gonna let you use your mouth for sure, it got too roughed up,” he pouted, cupping his jaw and placing a gentle kiss on one of the bruises before pulling back to look at him. “Mmh, but I’d love to feel what your hand can do.”
‘‘I’m sure you do…’‘ Jason smirked against Tim’s lips, his arm already lifting out of the tub. He reached out, his hand sliding down Tim’s side, before it settled on Tim’s waist. ‘‘But not here in the bath. I wanna be able to look at you and touch you and be comfortable in a bed. Help me up?’‘
Tim shivered under Jason's touch and smiled. He carefully helped Jason out and dried him off, trying his best not to stare, before helping him to his bed. "Promise you'll tell me to stop or push me off if it hurts, right?" He murmured, sitting beside Jason as he laid down, kissing him slowly.
‘‘It’s not my fault I get into fight.’‘ Jason opened one eye to look up at Tim with an innocent look on his face. ‘‘The fights find me, not the other way around, I promise.’‘
Jason shuddered underneath Tim’s ministrations, and he licked his lips.
The words out of Tim’s mouth had the heat curl into Jason’s groin. This… Oh, this, this was totally not what he had been expecting. But he wasn’t complaining.
Jason reached out, pulling Tim a little closer over the edge of the tub to kiss him. “ And then what about you, sweetheart?” he whispered against Tim’s lips.
Tim grinned and kissed him passionately. "Well I'm not gonna let you use your mouth for sure, it got too roughed up," he pouted, cupping his jaw and placing a gentle kiss on one of the bruises before pulling back to look at him. "Mmh, but I'd love to feel what your hand can do."
‘‘It’s not my fault I get into fight.’‘ Jason opened one eye to look up at Tim with an innocent look on his face. ‘‘The fights find me, not the other way around, I promise.’‘
Jason shuddered underneath Tim’s ministrations, and he licked his lips.
Tim chuckled with a fond roll of his eyes, washing the blood and cleaning his cuts on his lower stomach above his hips, making sure not to go lower, and cleaning all the way up to his face.
“Do you… need other help?” He asked almost hesitantly, seeing and feeling Jason shudder under his hands.
Jason quieted, looking up to Tim completely now, as he contemplated his next words.
Because for all their teasing, their heated kisses, this was new territory. And Jason wasn’t going to fuck this up. “Depends on what kind of help you’re meaning, Tim.”
For some reason that made Tim relax, made him smile. "Well I know how gorgeous I am, Jay, so I'm asking if you need me to get you off carefully." He giggled a little at himself and sat on the floor beside the tub, both at the same level. "Cause I wouldn't mind if you needed it, I can help. If it's comfortable, I mean."
‘‘It’s not my fault I get into fight.’‘ Jason opened one eye to look up at Tim with an innocent look on his face. ‘‘The fights find me, not the other way around, I promise.’‘
Jason shuddered underneath Tim’s ministrations, and he licked his lips.
Tim chuckled with a fond roll of his eyes, washing the blood and cleaning his cuts on his lower stomach above his hips, making sure not to go lower, and cleaning all the way up to his face.
"Do you... need other help?" He asked almost hesitantly, seeing and feeling Jason shudder under his hands.
Jason closed his eyes the moment Tim’s lips pressed against his own. He reached up, tangling his fingers through Tim’s hair, keeping him close, as his other hand settled on Tim’s waist.
It was when Jason tried to pull Tim closer, deepening the kiss, when he was painfully reminded of his own injuries. He winched, pulling away with a pained gasp. ‘’Fuck, I - fuck, sorry. Talk about shit timing, right?’’
“Trafficking ring.” Jason had his eyes closed as Tim’s gentle hands ran through and rinsed his hair. “Been working this case for a while. Thought I could end it tonight. And I did. They just weren’t happy with me when the GCPD dropped in on them. Neither was the GCPD for that matter.”
Tim hummed and rinsed out his hair again, then planted a warm kiss on the corner of Jason's mouth. "Well I'm proud it was for a good reason you got your ass kicked not that you went to a bar and got into a fight." He smiled, brushing his fingers through the wet hair before his hands ran down the bruised muscles to wash them, stopping at his stomach and washing back up.
