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my words are cold, wonder, wrist, and try!
cold -> jaytalia, trans!jay + public sex
Finally, her hand moves. It slips from him, leaving him cold where she had touched. He can’t find it in himself to complain, though, when her fingers finally pull the back of his long, open skirt up, to tuck it out of the way.
It leaves him bare. Exposed. Talia had instructed him to forgo underwear this morning. Anyone behind him has the perfect view of bottom half. He’s already wet; his folds glistening between his thighs. His arousal has been building for the entire meeting—since this morning, actually, when Talia got him ready for the day.
She’d started with his collar. There were other, subtler was that Jason wore his submission to her, with the collar coming out only when they were alone, or on special occasions. The click of it settling around his throat had been the first thing to stir him.
The second had been the plug she’d held up.
It’s your favorite color, pet, Talia had said, a sly smile on her mouth as she worked it into him. I expect a proper thank you.
wonder -> jason-centric, jason & personal gratification over the years
Thing is… lately, Jason’s been curious. About… about what it might feel like. If he were to—take care of it more…. traditionally.
It’s not that he’s never wondered before, mind. It’s just… everything else—the same, the fear, the anxiety, the… almost disgust—had always eclipsed his curiosity.
Tonight is different.
Tonight… Jason feels like maybe… Maybe he could.
And luckily, it seems like things have aligned to ensure that he has the time and space as well. He doesn’t patrol tonight. His homework is finished. Alfred is down in the cave, running comms for Bruce, Babs, and Dick. He, for all intents and purposes, has the Manor to himself until patrol ends.
Jason still locks his door. It’s… weird. He hasn’t bothered locking his door in… a while. But… he doesn’t want to be caught with his pants down.
Literally.
Jason dawdles a few extra minutes, making sure he’s got everything he needs. Towel? Check. Lube? Check. Books, just in case this goes bad and he needs a distraction? Check. He takes a deep breath.
Holds it.
Exhales.
It’ll be fine. People do this all the time.
wrist -> jaysteph meet cute, written for a prompt!
It won’t hurt to treat herself, would it? Sure would make her a lot happier than her textbooks have recently.
Tim doesn’t show up again until she’s leaving the store, a bag dangling from her fingertips. He spots it immediately, tilting his head. “I didn’t know you were buying lingerie today.”
“The store doesn’t just sell lingerie, Tim,” Steph sniffs. “Maybe I bought sweats.”
“You called them overpriced and tacky the other day,” Tim says flatly.
“A woman is allowed to change her mind,” she says. Tim’s face remains unmoved. “Where were you, anyway?” she asks, knocking him in the shoulder. “I turned around to talk to you, and you were just gone!”
He winces, rubbing his arm. “Ah… Got distracted texting the group chat and ended up following the wrong purple shirt?”
Steph snorts. “Of course you did. I swear I’m gonna get one of those wrist leashes. For you and Cass.” She tosses her hair again, half-wishing she’d worn it up today instead. “Now, you promised me a giant pretzel, and I intend to collect!”
She can tell him about Jason while they eat.
try -> jaytim, aob mating run
If Tim is out here, though… the door might be unlocked. If Jason can get inside, he might be able to lock himself in a room where Tim can’t get to him.
His best plan? No.
But it’s a better plan than running himself ragged throughout the city, until Tim just takes him wherever he drops.
His cunt tightens at the thought. No, fuck, that’s not hot! That’s mortifying.
His body isn’t listening, though. Instead, he feels slick soak into his underwear and shame makes his cheeks flood with heat. He ignores it—and that Tim can probably smell it, fuck.
Jason risks a few precious seconds to try the front door, and thanks a god he’s not sure he still believes in when it’s unlocked. He wrenches it open, and then throws it shut behind him, dashing toward the stairs.
All he needs is one room with a locking door. Just one.
Tim’s study, that’s a safe bet.
no pressure tagging... @zeroducks-2 ; @ragnarokhound ; @anawrites3 ; @n1ightw1ng ; & @disniq <33
and i give you: warm, dark, shiver, and hand!
