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Hands pawing over his body, rough with force and calluses, moving Jason as they go without any input from him.
Pain and perverse pleasure, in a body both too small and too big, unsure of just what it should look like.
Memory, imagination, blurring into one. Blunt pressure against his ass, burning inside of him. His skin itches, simultaneously on fire and covered in goosebumps.
There’s a fire in him, racing along his veins, pooling in his stomach, in his ass. He moans, struggling against the unseen hands holding him down, rocking against the pressure inside of him.
Countless unheard voices shush him, jeer at him, soft, harsh, dismissive. The world is a mix of sensations and inputs, the feelings building into waves of unbearable, indescribable experiences.
Wave after wave, crescendo after crescendo, everything stacks higher and higher. Jason’s movements become rougher and rougher, until he jerks, white pleasure sparking behind his –
Waking up with a punched-out moan, Jason gasps for breath, hands gripping the sheets tightly as his hips rock against nothing.
Fuck, he’s so horny right now.
Gritting his teeth, he rubs at his eyes, contemplating whether or not it’s worth it to just rub one out and get on with his day. Sure, he already came because of the wet dream, but ever since his dip in the Pit, the whole reproductive process in his body has gotten, frankly, unnecessarily annoying to deal with.
The amount of cleanup he has to deal with after a session of self-gratification makes it not worth the effort unless he thought ahead and spent that hour and a half in the bathroom where all that crap is easily cleaned.
Still, it’s not all that bad – he’s able to keep up with Dickhead’s insane horny urges, now, even managing to exhaust the sex-maniac a couple of times since his return. Baby Bird is also helpful, having long since warmed up to Jason and his… needs.
Now, there’s a thought.
He’d spent the night at Tim’s apartment, crashing after a long joint patrol. It’s Saturday, so Tim is probably still here, buried in whatever analytics or nerd game he’s gotten into this week.
Jason thinks of Tim, of burying himself in those sweet, tight folds, feeling the younger man convulse around him, nails scraping down his chest as he cums, sweet gasps falling from his lips –
Biting back a groan, Jason rolls his hips against the air as he feels a hot glob of precum bead at the tip of his cock. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.
Smirk flitting across his face, he runs a hand down the bare front of his body, ghosting over his erection briefly before sitting up. Now somewhat upright, he takes a second to stretch his arms above his head, blinking sleep out of his eyes as he takes in the clean lines of Tim’s guest room, late afternoon sunlight fighting its way through the best blackout curtains money can buy.
Distantly, he can hear Tim’s voice coming from further inside the apartment.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Jason glances at the front of his boxers, currently soaked through with his release, sticking to his skin as the fabric cools in the air-conditioned room. Eh, it’s not worth changing, if he’s going to get them dirty again in a minute.
Goal in mind, he stands and makes his way down the hallway, towards his beloved, accommodating little brother.
He finds Tim on the couch, legs curled up against his chest, dressed in a plain t-shirt and basketball shorts, controller in his hand and a headset on his head. Some shooter game is playing out on the screen, matching the callouts and tactics Baby Bird yells into the mic.
Sauntering over, he sits down next to his brother, getting a brief glance and a nod in return before he goes back to his game. Shrugging to himself, Jason figures that’s good enough for him – if Tim wanted him to fuck off, he’d say so.
In one swift movement, he reaches over and hefts Tim’s smaller frame over into his lap, ass perfectly positioned over Jason’s aching cock. Grunting in satisfaction, Jason pushes up against the sweet pressure on top of him, ignoring Tim’s shocked yelp as he buries his nose into his neck.
“What the fuck?!” Tim hisses out, squirming as Jason starts sucking hickies onto the junction between his shoulder and neck, worrying the skin with his teeth periodically. Immediately afterwards, he starts spouting off excuses and half-assed explanations to his teammates, who Jason can kind of hear through the headset now that he’s this close.
He ruts against Tim again, one hand sneaking around his body to skate down Tim’s flat stomach, sliding his fingertips under the hem of his shorts to stroke his pussy through the thin fabric of his underwear. Tim bites his lip, jerking his elbow back in a half-assed attempt to hit Jason. “Quit it!”
The little slut is jerking his hips against Jason’s hand, though, and his hits don’t have a serious amount of purpose behind them. Jason hums against the damp flesh trapped in his mouth, pressing the pads of his fingers forward, teasing Tim’s opening and making the man gasp quietly.
Something happens on screen near Tim’s character, and he stops trying to pretend he’s pissed at Jason in favor of putting his attention back on the screen.
Jason teases Tim’s hole a bit more before removing his hand, grabbing the waistband of Tim’s shorts, and tugging them down to his thighs. His other hand that’s been keeping hold of Tim’s squirmy waist releases its prize to fish his dick out of his boxers, grab the back of Baby Bird’s underwear and pull it slightly to the side, and hold it there as he slips his dick between fabric and skin. With both hands, he skates over the fine hairs on Tim’s thighs, pulling closer to his pussy until he can get at his prize.
Tim jerks at the first touch of Jason’s fingers to his clitoris, biting his tongue when Jason slides the tip of his finger into his entrance. Those lovely walls clench against him, spasming rhythmically as his legs squeeze together. Undeterred, Jason pumps his finger, stroking Tim’s insides while pleasuring him from the outside. In short order, Tim starts dripping, loosening enough for Jason to slip a second, then a third finger inside of the hot clutch of his body. A bright blush has creeped up Tim’s face, spreading to his neck and chest as he tries his hardest to control his breathing and keep his attention on the match.
The combination of Tim’s desperate attempt at normality, the unknown voyeurs on the other end of his headset, hot skin against Jason’s cock, hips rocking between his erection and his fingers, the sweet taste of heaven cupped in his hands… it’s enough to set off Jason’s lowered threshold. Grunting, he shoves his fingers in as far as they can go as he jerks his hips up into Tim’s ass, pumping out gush after gush of cum. In short order, Tim’s underwear is just as messy as Jason’s had been, Jason hissing a breath out through his teeth as the shocks of pleasure course through his system, sparking under his skin and only fanning the flames burning in the pit of his stomach.
After what feels like forever, his dick finally stops spitting out cum, twitching as the last dregs ooze from the tip, and Jason is ravenous for more. He roughly pumps his fingers buried in Tim’s pussy a couple of times before he tips the other boy’s hips up, grabbing his dick and using the new angle to shove the head of his cock into Tim’s dripping entrance.
Tim gasps, wiggling his hips in an attempt to suck Jason deeper, so Jason obliges the little slut, pulling him back slightly so he’s directly over Jason’s dick, sinking into that wet heat in one smooth movement.
He rips a breathy moan out of Tim as he goes balls deep, pumping his still hard dick into the tight clutch of Tim’s pussy. Unable to help himself, Tim moves his hips against Jason, trying to get the friction he so desperately craves.
Grabbing onto his hips once more, Jason lifts the Baby Bird off of his lap, only to drop him back down, repeating the action as he ruts up into his dear, dear fleshlight of a brother. God, Tim’s hungry little pussy is one of the best things in this family, beating out Dick’s famous ass through feeling alone.
Tim abandons his controller in favor of planting his hands against Jason’s legs, using them to feed into Jason’s movements, riding his cock as though his life depends on it. He isn’t even trying to hide his moans anymore.
Freeing up one of his hands with Tim’s included participation, he starts rubbing tight circles around Tim’s clit, pushing him over the edge within minutes.
Tim lets out a loud, broken moan, throwing his head back as he slams his ass against Jason, legs flexing as he spasms around Jason’s cock. Jason presses his forehead against Tim’s neck, letting go of his restraint and shoves his dick as far into Tim as he can go, muttering out a litany of “fuck, fuck, fuck” as he comes a second time.
Alas, good things are not meant to last. Tim comes down from his orgasm while Jason’s still busy pumping his pussy full to bursting with his cum, rocking into the cunt swallowing him, focused on the feeling surrounding his cock.
Instead of doing the courteous thing and letting Jason finish, Tim lets out a loud complaint, shoving his hand into Jason’s face and pushing up to his knees, causing Jason to slip out of his body and spray the last few gushes of cum against his ruined pussy instead of inside it, like it should be. Jason moans out in irritation, the sudden lack of wet heat surrounding his dick ruining his orgasm.
Cracking open one eye to glare at his asshole of a brother, Jason complains, “What the hell, Baby Bird?!”
Tim, face flushed with sweat and exertion, glares right back, angling the mic away from his face as he hisses, “You’re an asshole! I was in the middle of something!”
Raising an eyebrow, Jason waves at his still hard dick, twitching in the open air. “So was I!”
Baby bird, once he started seeking Jason out on his own, is an insatiable little thing. He’s always down for a quick fuck, a long fuck, anything as long as it means he gets his pussy stuffed. Jason’s never really gone less than three rounds with him at a time, unless they’re sneaking in a quickie on patrol nights or in the middle of a gala. For him to call it off after just one orgasm on his part is unusual, even if he had been in the middle of a game.
Tim just shoves his middle finger in Jason’s face. “Fuck off, I’m literally in a tournament right now.”
Glancing over at the screen, zoomed in on the scene of Tim’s character’s unmoving body as another character squats up and down over his avatar, Jason manages to not say “you were in a tournament”. Instead, he throws his hands up in the air, exasperated.
“Fine, whatever! I’ll fuck off!”
Grumpily, he gets off of the couch, shoving his dick back into his sopping wet boxers to prevent at lest some of the unpleasant swinging sensation walking with an erection gives him. The couch is a mess, Tim’s actively dripping cum as he pulls his underwear back over his pussy and shimmies his shorts back to where they’re supposed to be, and Jason still isn’t satisfied. Tim makes a face at him as he uncovers the mic, apologizing profusely to his teammates as he pointedly moves over to the couch cushion next to where they’d fucked, planting his ass on the clean fabric as he refocuses on his game.
Jason has to bite his lip at the thought of Tim sitting there for the next few hours, Jason’s cum kept safe inside his cunt, the excess slowly oozing out to pool with the rest coating his underwear in what’s sure to become an uncomfortable, sticky mess.
Rolling his eyes, he retreats to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, just to piss off the gremlin who ruined his orgasm.
The kitchen is clean, as always – Tim would have to cook for it to ever get dirty. Stomping over to the cupboard, he pulls down his Wonder Woman mug and eyes up the coffee maker. There’s just enough left in the carafe for one cup, which Jason pours out for himself with relish.
Closing his eyes, he puts the cup under his nose and inhales deeply, enjoying the rich smell of Tim’s ridiculously expensive coffee. He isn’t particularly thirsty, and kind of has to piss since he prioritized emptying his balls over emptying his bladder when he first woke up, but goddamn is he dedicated. Taking his time, he slowly sips the beverage, letting one hand drift down to massage at his still hard cock. It’ll probably only take one more orgasm for him to calm down for the moment, but Jason just knows that today’s gonna be one of those days he has to call up Dick for some help.
He doesn’t always get sucked into the all-encompassing storm of lust, it’s really only once in a blue moon, but fuck if it doesn’t take over his mind completely when it does happen.
He just needs to cum one more time before he leaves the apartment.
Jason’s bladder twinges, and he tilts his head speculatively at the coffee maker.
Tim had been such a rude little shit today, not letting Jason finish emptying his balls into that sweet, sweet pussy, ruining his orgasm, only sticking around for one round. He’s actually kind of pissed Jason off, just a little bit.
Well, when Jason gets pissed off, he gets vindictive.
Putting his mug down onto the counter, he reaches out and unplugs the coffee maker, carrying it over to the low table settled into the corner of his designer kitchen. It’s at the perfect height.
It’s not his usual tactic, but Jason’s no stranger to pissing with an erection.
Whipping his cock back out, he focuses until a thin stream of urine leaves his dick, splattering against the kitchen table before he adjusts his aim so it hits the coffee maker. He holds that position steady as the flow gets stronger, a puddle starting to form around the only thing Baby Bird uses in his kitchen. Reaching forward, he lifts the lid, pissing into the coffee grounds and filter until a trickle of liquid actually makes its way into the carafe. Moving on, he blasts the front with urine, coating every surface possible. He pulls out the carafe, sticking his dick into the mouth of it and rolling it so his pee coats all sides.
There’s no way in hell Tim won’t catch onto Jason ruining his coffee maker, but his horny mind conquers up images of Tim making a fresh pot, using the same shit Jason’s marked. Tasting his piss as he guzzles down the coffee he loves so much. It’s almost enough for him to wish Tim still had that Keurig he’d gotten a year ago, before realizing that it’s much more efficient to just make coffee the old way, since he drinks so much of it. If he’d still had that, he’d be able to piss into the reservoir, leaving it sitting there until an unsuspecting Tim tries to make himself a cup, but only gets caffeinated urine instead.
The imagined look on Tim’s face, the violation of a supposedly sacred object, the success of getting one over the little brainiac, it’s great. It gets Jason’s blood flowing even more, dick twitching as the flow cuts off, precum fighting for its chance to see daylight.
Tim, with Jason’s cock in his mouth, drinking his piss. Fucking Tim’s mouth, using it like his own personal fleshlight. Pissing down the length of Tim’s body, covering his hair, his clothes, making him wear the disgusting ensemble as he carries on through his day as a punishment for cutting Jason’s pleasure short.
Tim’s pissed off look as Jason jeers at him, covering him in piss and cum.
Jason groans, shooting cum into the carafe, streaking the glass and oozing down to mix with the thin layer of piss sloshing around the receptacle. Still jacking off, he pulls his dick back from the carafe, shoving it back up against the grounds and spilling there, making it impossible for Tim to clean up without getting at least some of it on his hands. He moves the filter out of the way, shooting the last of it into the plastic housing underneath for a finishing touch. As soon as he’s done, cock softening slightly in satisfaction, another gush of piss comes rushing out of him.
Jason lets the last of his illicit jerkoff session splash into the coffee maker, a satisfied smile crawling onto his face.
Once he finishes, he pulls his dick back, observing the large mess he’d made of the table. Piss covering the tabletop, dripping down the side and onto the floor, pooling around the coffee maker – it’s pretty egregious. He wants a picture.
Swiping a napkin that had managed to escape the majority of Jason’s attack, he wipes his dick off and tucks it back into his boxers as he heads back to the guest room to grab his phone. On the way back, he pauses to watch Tim as he games on the couch, unconsciously shifting every once in a while, rubbing his thighs together, tensing slightly when, Jason’s sure, his cum leaks out of his bruised pussy.
With a mental middle finger to his younger brother, Jason returns to the kitchen to take his victory picture. After, he grabs the thoroughly defiled coffee maker and puts it back in its place, plugging it back in.
It’s the perfect crime.
Snorting to himself, he snaps another picture of the coffee maker, sending it to Dick with the same quote. Within a minute, he gets a reply, Dick’s confusion palpable through the innumerous question marks. Good, it means he’s not on shift today, so Jason doesn’t need to fuck around with sex toys.
Instead of replying right away, Jason creeps over to the couch, sneaking a pic of Tim, focused on his game, neck covered in hickies, the crotch of his pants a darker color than the rest, and the disgraced couch cushion in the background. Sending that to Dick, he follows it up with, “Baby Bird’s otherwise occupied. You free today?”
Dick likes the pic immediately, and sends back a sad, crying emoji. “You mean I’m not your first choice?”
Rolling his eyes, Jason scoffs as he wanders over to the bathroom, aiming for a quick shower before putting some clothes on and making his way over to his older brother’s place. “Nah, you’re old news.”
Dick sends him a cute, blushing emoji, because he’s literally awful. Case in point, he sends a picture of his fully erect cock not two seconds later, with the message, “more like old faithful. You’ve never been able to go more than a month without me, Little Wing”
Jason chooses to take the high road and ignores him. Since he knows his older brother, though, he grabs one of Tim’s toys from underneath the bathroom sink as he makes his way to the shower – with a forty-minute lead time, there’s no way he’s going to bother prepping Jason.
Turning on the water, he steps into the shower, waiting to shuck off his boxers until they’re soaked through. Cum stains are the worst, and he knows that his are particularly bad after his little dip. This way, the pair might be salvageable. He’ll see, once he gets out.
That done, he grabs the lube Tim keeps in the shower, coating his fingers before reaching behind himself and circling his rim. Pushing two in at the same time, he relishes in the burn, not allowing himself the courtesy of holding them still, allowing his body to get used to the feeling. Instead, he pumps them immediately, scissoring his fingers with the goal of stretching himself as quickly as possible. He adds in another finger as soon as the stretch goes from painful to uncomfortable, moaning at the sharp pinch the addition causes.
He continues until he feels properly loose, then grabs the plug he’d nabbed from Tim’s collection. He can tell that it’s the Baby Bird’s personal toy, since it’s on the smaller side – all of the shit Jason buys for Timbo is much larger. Tim always complains about feeling uncomfortable wearing a plug that big for any length of time, but the toys always seem to pop up in whichever safehouse he invites Jason over to, so…
Regardless, Jason performs some quick acrobatics to shove the tip of the lube bottle up his ass, squirting out a good amount into himself. He shivers at the feeling, the cool liquid so strange against the molten fire that’s bubbling inside of him. After, he pulls the bottle out and inserts the plug. He’ll wash the bottle before he puts it back, just so Tim doesn’t get all huffy over it, and also because it’d be gross, otherwise, no matter how horny it makes him feel.
He takes a quick second to jerk off, his dick somewhat sensitive from today’s adventures. It goes pretty quickly, his body still high on the sensation of pissing and cumming in Tim’s beloved coffee maker combining with his rough fingering and the plug up his ass.
With that done, he watches his jizz swirl down the drain, only snapping out of his daze once it’s all gone.
He rinses off, cleans his hair, and steps out of the shower. To be a little shit, he takes a thirst trap pic of the plug in his ass and sends it over to Dick before ignoring his phone, cleaning the lube bottle and grabbing his wet boxers on his way to the guest room.
Five minutes later, he’s changed and ready for the high that is riding his bike to Bludhaven with a plug keeping his nerves abuzz.
To be a jackass, he roughly ruffles Tim’s hair as he passes the back of the couch on his way to the door, displacing his headset to the younger man’s great displeasure.
“I’m heading over to Dick’s, since you’re so busy.”
“Go get fucked, you sex-crazed asshole, and stop bugging me while I’m trying to do something!” Tim nags, eyes not leaving his screen.
“Charming,” Jason mutters, not even able to make a joke about Tim getting fucked in game since he’s actually pretty good. “Later, loser.”
Letting the door slam behind him, Jason bounces his civvies helmet with a jovial whistle, taking the steps down to the parking garage two at a time.
While he hadn’t been able to properly plow Tim’s pussy, he’d gotten a couple of pretty good orgasms out of the visit. Now, he only has forty minutes until Dick descends on him like the feral animal he is, using him six ways to Sunday.
Jason can’t wait.