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All the air rushed out of Danny like he'd taken a gut-shot from a baseball bat, his cock twitching in his jeans as it swelled with interest. He'd never felt anything like it before, like he was being swept away by a tidal wave of pure lust. He might've been drooling. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the man in front of him.
It wasn't that Jason's ghost form was obviously powerful, or that it was clearly some kind of fire-core. He'd met several Ancients, including a few fire-based ones, and never had this reaction to any of them. It wasn't the masterfully crafted armor he wore, as beautiful as it was practical, or the massive greatsword strapped to his back which Danny instinctually knew was Soul Shredder.
It was... It was Jason. This was the most like himself he'd ever looked, more than when he wore his Red Hood gear, more than when he'd worn Robin. This was Jason at his truest, purest self, and it was utterly intoxicating. Danny was enraptured. He hadn't even been completely certain that he was bisexual five minutes ago, it was just a theory he'd been tentatively exploring, but now all he could think about was climbing Jay like a tree and getting pounded into next week.
Crap, if they fucked in their ghost forms would that count as necrophilia? No, that was corpses. What was it called when it was ghosts? Danny decided he didn't care. Jason was a person, not an unoccupied body, he could consent or refuse if he wanted to, and that was the important thing. Danny was literally steaming, like a fresh cup of coffee in midwinter, and it had nothing to do with the dry heat radiating out from Jason's new form.
He'd heard of people fogging up car windows, but he had a feeling it would be a little more dramatic than that if he ever got a chance to try that with Jason. He was hit with the sudden sense memory of standing in a hot shower, steam flooding the whole bathroom until he could barely breathe through the thick fog of it. Ancients, he wanted that. He wanted that so goddamn bad he was panting with it.