Dom Tim with a lap sitting kink. Sub Jason learning heās the sub.
Jason having to get a drink in his apartment late at night. As he heads back he sees movement in his living room and quickly doubles back seeing a small silhouette sitting in his chair. A light flicks on beside it, the intruder flicking the switch.
Jason: dammit Tim! I could have killed you.
Tim, scoffing in bewilderment: no, you couldnāt have.
It wasnāt a tease. It was a fact.
Jason stares Tim up and down. Heās wearing a black slitted dress which makes Jason wonder if heās just come back from a recon mission. His legs are folded over each other, toes pointing down in glass pumps.
Tim: eyes up here.
Jasonās eyes dart up to Timās confident flushed face.
Tim: good.
Tim: now come sit on my lap.
Jason:
Jason: you want me to what now?
Tim: cmon big boy. Sit on daddyās lap and let him praise you.
Jason, scoffing: I donāt know what kind of new kink you picked up from Dick and Roy-
Tim: donāt talk about other men when itās you and me. This is mine.
Tim: sit on my lap. Now.
Jason:
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Tim traces his fingers through Jasonās hair as Jason sat on his lap trying not to squish him. No matter how many times Tim had insists to sit with all his weight and relax, he canāt bring himself to do it fearing breaking his boyfriend. His head rests on Timās shoulder as he contemplates his lifeās choices that led him here.
Jason, blushing: I donāt like this.
Tim: sure, baby boy. Youāre hard on and purring agrees.
Jason: donāt tell Dick and Roy.
Tim: whatād I tell you?
Jason: Iām sorry, daddy.
