Notes | I mean... he absolutely can be! Thank you so much for the ask, I hope you like it! This could have been longer, but I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.
Kinktober Day 26: Lingerie & Mirror Sex
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"Darling," You called, breaking Roy's train of thought, making him look up from the large plate of curry and rice. "You've been staring at your food, pushing it around the plate for the last twenty minutes, is something wrong?"
"It's nothing, just...just stupid thoughts." He mumbles, picking up a spoonful of curry to finally stuff into his mouth.
"Do I need to fight that brain of yours? Because I won't stand for anyone making my husband feel bad, even himself." You say, half joking, half serious. You were well aware of Roy's chronic anxiety and fluctuating depression. You had often remarked on more than one occasion that he might have Bipolar due to his occasional manic episodes, but he had been dismissive of it, so you put it down.
He huffed a small smile, shaking his head, "No I'm...I'll be fine." He caught himself, correcting his wording with practiced ease making you smile. His therapy sessions really were working, at least a little bit.
Chewing on the edge of your spoon, you smiled, "I have an idea, after dinner. It'll be fun. Might even take your mind off whatever's swirling around in that big brain of yours."
He looks up intrigued but sees that you are simply smiling, making him huff playfully at your refusal to budge and nods lightly, going back to his food, finally making an actual effort to eat.
A few minutes later, food gone and dishes cleaned up, you gently pulled Roy towards the bedroom. His eyes apprehensive but trusting as you lured him forward.
Stopping within the doorway, you let go of his hand, heading off to the bedside table, pulling out a blindfold, holding it up to his eye level, "Do you trust me, my love?"
"With my life." He answered immediately, dipping his head slightly to let you tie the fabric around his eyes, ensuring no light seeped through.
Smiling, you stepped back, observing him, "Stay there love. I'll be right back."
Roy could feel your hands on him when you returned, gently pulling at his clothes, which he aided with a shaky breath. His mind was still racing, thinking about all the things he didn't like about himself, things he tried to ignore.
"What are you doing?" Roy questioned, feeling something soft wrap around his torso as you urged him to lift his legs, sliding something up them.
"Making you look pretty. I'm going to get rid...of every single bad though in that mind of yours." You murmur, pressing a soft kiss on his throat as you pull the laces of his top taut, knotting it in a loose bow. "Just trust me a little longer."
"I do." He followed you as you pulled him towards the bed, following your guide as you pressed him into the sheets, setting behind him.
"Are you ready to see?" You press kisses along his throat, lifting your fingers to tangle in the ribbons of the blindfold, gently pulling it free when he nodded.
His eyes fluttered open, staring into the mirror across from him. You smiled into his shoulder as his breath caught, staring at the black and red lace that adorned his form, making the thin white scars pop against his skin, making the silver sheen of his prosthetic gleam. His eyes finding every single one, every ridge and line, and, despite the urge to gag, he didn't find them as ugly as he usually did. Not when you were staring back at him with so much love and adoration, as if staring at the form of a god.
"Do you see what I see?" You whisper softly, sliding your hand over his skin, sliding it into the lace of his trunks, not quite playing with him but allowing him to feel your touch. "I see a man, who has lived through many horrors, fought wars he had no business being in, and survived despite all odds. A man, I love more than anything."
Roy's jaw quivered, his eyes flickering over his form in the mirror as you kiss the expanse of his neck, gently wrapping your fingers around his length. He tried to look away but your free hand wrapped around his jaw, forcing him to look at the mirror.
"Look, look and see what I see." You purr, stroking his jaw softly as you began to move your hand, slowly building up speed.
"Sweetheart..." His voice cracks as he stares into the mirror, tears prickling at his eyes as he leans back into your touch.
The more he relaxes, the more his mind begins to shut down as your hand speeds up, the louder he becomes. Quiet mellows turning into full moans and tears.
"Shhh, it's alright, love. Just feel."
He clutched your arm, the one holding his face, desperately; rocking his hips in time with your strokes. His eyes falling closed as he whines helplessly, lasting only a few more pumps before he is spilling in your hand, soaking the lace of his trunks.
"There. My handsome boy." You purr, kissing the side of his neck once more as you release his face from your grasp. "I love you, scars and all. Whole, or missing pieces."
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Pairings: Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Roy Harper, Tim Drake/Roy Harper/Jason Todd
Words: 21,254
Tags: Sub Jason Todd, Dom Roy Harper, Dom Tim Drake, Sub Roy Harper, Trans Roy Harper, Alternate Universe - Dom/Sub, Polyamory, Open Relationships, Dom/sub, BDSM AU, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Restraints, Masturbation, Temporary Identity Porn, Sex Clubs, Vibrators, Butt Plugs, Cock Rings, Anal Beads, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Vaginal Sex, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Nipple Play, Cock Cages, Sounding, Spanking, Impact Play, Cunnilingus, Mild breeding kink, Anal Sex, Bottom Jason Todd, Top Tim Drake, Aftercare, i didn’t officially tag bottom!roy or top!jay but if you define it specifically based on penetration it’s there too soz peeps
Batfam Kinkmas Treat for @elareine
It isn't that he doesn't trust his disguise, because he does. He trusts it just as much as Jason trusts him not to creep on him like some pervert, and that's the problem.
Except, well. Jason may not have consented to Tim watching him like this, but it's a public venue, and he's clearly okay with being watched. But he's only expecting to be watched by strangers, not by his friendbrotherteammate, and especially not by someone who has been harbouring feelings for him for months now.
