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So he started planning out the best date and time to propose to you. He probably looked a little crazy to his siblings as he set up a cork board in one of his many safe houses with ideas and dates.

Dick was the only one that thought his planning was sweet, everyone else thought he was stressing out about your answer. And maybe in a different time he would be but after three years of you staying and reassuring him that you wanted him he was sure that you would say yes.

He had the ring custom made with your anniversary etched on the inside of the band and a garnet in the center alongside two small diamonds. Dick and Roy had helped him pick it out, they argued most of the time but in they end helped, three months before he planned to propose.

There were multiple phone calls from his brother and best friend to hype him up in the two days before he planned to propose. He had outwardly scoffed at them calling him to tell him that you would obviously say yes but inwardly he appreciated the support.

When you walk out of your shared bedroom he almost gets on one knee there. You look radiant and Jason almost forgets his whole plan. He restrains himself because him proposing before dinner wasn’t planned.

First, Jason takes you to the bookshop where you met and has become a semi-frequent date spot.

It’s a small hole in the wall shop that really only people know in the upper east side know about. He knows the owner, an older woman named Meredith whose family had this shop for generations, and she was extremely excited to know that you two were getting engaged. She keeps it a secret for him but does give him a discount on the books you end up buying.

He really enjoys watching you read through the backs of books with a slight pinch between your brows. You eventually end up getting two since you couldn’t decide between them.

After you finish up at the book store he takes you a couple blocks down to an Italian restaurant that he knows is a front for the mafia but makes the best cannolis he has ever had so he lets it slide. You talk about your work, friends and anything else that comes to mind and Jason is happy to watch you talk.

When the check is dropped off by a gruff looking guy who gives Jason a knowing smile you reach for it and Jason lightly smacks your hand away from it.

“Nope.” He states simply.

“Jay-” You go to protest with a frown on your face.

“Nope!” His voice increases in volume as he takes the bill away from your hands.

You give him a huff and an eye roll before giving in. Jason feels particularly accomplished as he walks up to pay the bill.

Once the bill is settled Jason leads you back to your building and up to the roof.

He had some help decorating the roof since he was with you for most of the day. Steph and Cass had taken point on that because Steph had told him that his taste was tragic, Cass had agreed before pulling out Bruce’s credit card that she swiped off of him somehow.

“Jason.” You gasp softly at the lit up rooftop decorated with pillows and blankets for stargazing. “This is beautiful.”

He runs his hand over the back of his neck in embarrassment, “I just came up with the idea, Steph and Cass set everything up.”

You squeeze his hand softly, “You still thought of it and that’s what matters.”

Jason takes a deep breath, reaching for the ring box in his pocket. “I also have something else.”

You get a confused pinch between your brows that evens out into shock as Jason gets down on one knee.

He goes to say the long speech he had planned, the one where he told you how much you mean to him, how you love him the way he is, how you make him want to live again rather then just survive. Jason had pondered what to say for months.

But now as he look up into your shocked face and teary eyes his brain stutters to a stop.

“Please?” Jason breathes out, no other words in his mind.

“Yes.” You sob and throw yourself into his arms. “Yes! Oh my god Jay. Yes.”

Jason holds you with a smile on his face that’s so wide it hurts because you love him when he has a plan and even when he doesn’t.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and you were having a sit-com marathon on Dick’s couch in his college dorm room. Snuggled up under a cozy blanket, his whole weight on top of you as you lay on the couch, head on your chest. His breathing was gentle as you brushed your fingers through his hair. You kissed the top of his head, smelling his fruit scented hair product. He groaned softly, nuzzling further into your chest, completely abandoning the show and slowly falling asleep. 

You had also abandoned the show at this point, it was more just background noise as you both had seen the show a million times before. You were scrolling on your phone, resting your arms on his back when the screen suddenly read ‘battery low’. 

“Ah shit, Dick do you have a charger I can use? I forgot to bring mine.” 

He grumbled and lifted his head, “yeah um, somewhere in my bedroom.” 

“Very descriptive, thank you. Now get offa me.” 

“Mmm no…” he protested as he held onto you tighter. 

“Dick, c’mon. It’ll be 5 seconds.” 

“Alright, alright.” he lifted himself off of you leaving you quite cold. He curled up with the blanket on the opposite end of the couch, looking at the tv screen. 

You made your way to Dick’s bedroom which was just down the hall and scanned the room for a charger. You spotted it plugged into the wall beside his bed and knelt down to connect your phone. While you were down there, you noticed his bedside table drawer was open and something inside caught your eye. It wasn’t really at all like you to do this but you opened the drawer further to reveal some normal things like chapstick and journal but one thing stood out…

“Is that what I think it is… stop.”

A clear silicone fleshlight. Dick Grayson owned a fleshlight. 

Your mouth fell open in disbelief but quickly turned into a twisted smile as you let out a small chuckle. Probably crossing a boundary, you picked it up and looked down the barrel that was covered by the lid; it looked clean. Dick was always really clean and tidy. 

You walked out of the room, toy still in hand, and practically skipped back to the living room. You stood in front of him, holding it up, looking a little too giddy. 

“What is this…?” 

Dick looked away from the tv and instantly turned completely red. 

“I- uhh… where did you find that? W-why are you smiling?” 

You didn’t say a word, you just sauntered closer and removed the blanket that was covering Dick’s lap, revealing a steadily growing bulge. You got down on your knees between his and twisted off the top of the toy. 

“What are you doing…?” Dick looked at you quizzically. 

The teen wonder’s protest ended quickly as you reached into the opening in his pyjama bottoms and pulled out his throbbing cock, already leaking precum. You smiled to yourself before giving him a couple pumps and picking up his slick with your thumb. He whined and bucked up into your hand. 

You let go of him as you let some saliva fall into the hole of the toy, lubing it up. His cock twitched at the sight and he gasped as you lined up the entrance with his head. You slid the silicone down his shaft, making a slick wet sound as he bottomed out and almost filled the entire toy. 

You looked into his eyes as he looked back down at you in disbelief. 

“You want me to keep going?” 

He nodded. 

You started to pump the toy, twisting it slightly at a steady pace. The sound of it was obscene as Dick gripped the blanket beside him in a fist and made the cutest little whines. 

“Ah- oh fuck…” Dick whispered under his breath. 

“Do you think of me when you use this?” 

The question caught him off guard, “I- what…?” 

“When you’re sitting in your bed jerking off with this thing, do you think of me?” 

His thighs twitched and his grip tightened on the blanket as he tried to make a coherent thought. 

“W-would you be mad if I said yes?” 

“Now why would you think I’d be mad? I just wish you’d sent me videos.” 

His head lulled back as your pace quickened and he made the sweetest whimpers that made your clit throb with heat. 

“I’m- I’m gonna cum, fuck,” Dick whined. 

You lifted the silicone all the way off his throbbing cock and it jumped with the sudden loss of stimulation. Dick looked down at you with confusion amidst the haze. 

“Don’t.” 

A sudden understanding washed away the confusion. 

He nodded, “okay.” 

“Good boy.” 

You smiled to yourself before teasing his head with the entrance just to hear him whimper and to feel him squirm under your touch. Slamming the toy all the way back down, Dick let out a broken cry and you could feel his cock twitch. 

“Please.” 

You pulled the toy away again. 

“Not yet, a couple more for me okay?” 

“Okay…” he replied weakly. 

His head was red and throbbing, it looked so sensitive and it jumped in anticipation before you slowly slid the toy back down his shaft. You looked up to see a tear rolling down Dick’s cheek but he was smiling and not focused on anything, completely blissed out. 

You pumped as the toy made pornographic sounds against his skin and his whines became louder and more desperate. 

“Fuck, fuck.” 

You lifted the toy, “C’mon, Dick. You can do it.” 

“I dunno if I can hold it, please let me cum,” he begged. 

“You’re so cute like this.” 

“Please.” 

“Alright.” 

You pushed the toy down slowly and watched as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened. He gasped as his head hit the end of the toy. His hand reached for your free one, grasping it and holding on tight. 

With a whimper and a mumble that sounded like Im cumming but garbled by ecstasy, he came. Sticky white ropes shot into the toy, you saw it fill up and drip down his length. 

“Good boy,” you remarked as you pulled the silicone away from his sensitive cock, now going soft. 

His cum dripped a little out of the toy before you tipped it upward to keep it from dripping all over the place. 

“Might as well get this cleaned up, huh?” 

Dick said nothing but mewl of agreement, his head fell back on the backrest of the couch as his dick softened against his pyjama pants. 

“Fuck we gotta do that more often.” 

“Only if you send me videos when I’m not here.” 

“Deal.” 

Laying on top of Jason with a heating pad wedged between the two of you—it’s the only one you own and you were both sick of arguing that the other deserved it more: so this was the compromise. Jason lazily rubbing your back as he rests a book on your shoulder blades, softly reading aloud to you as you doze off against his chest, head tucked into his neck, occasionally brushing your nose along his jaw or kissing his throat.

Being gently shaken awake a couple hours later to find that you had bled through everything. Jason gently helping you up and steering you towards the bathroom before you can even process the embarrassment or shame of both of you being covered in your blood. His hands are so gentle as he helps you undress and get into the shower—he steps in behind you. You’re too tired to even stare but it’s hard not to notice how beautiful he is, especially when he kneels in front of you to help you wash the blood off the inside of your thighs.

You’re both dried and dressed half an hour later, bundled in layers and shuffling back to bed—you switch out the bloodstained towel for a new one. You settle down beside each other—the hot water bottle, no longer hot, now sits on the floor beside your bloodied clothes and towels. Jason’s kissing away any apologies you begin to mumble out sleepily, he’s not hearing any of it, grumbling something about shutting up and going to sleep instead.

・・・・・

Taking turns massaging out each other’s cramps—complaining about the pain, only for Jason to absentmindedly stick his hand in your sweatpants, and kindly press a warm hand down against the cramping, kneading your stomach like a cat as you watch on, part incredulous part grateful.

Offering to return the favour when your cramps finally lessen a little and he just stares and shrugs. Your thumbs gently digging into tender flesh as Jason groans and melts into your touch—only as the pain dissipates does he being to realise how much it had actually been bothering him.

・・・・・

Making a handful of gay jokes in every conversation you have because neither of you really wants to admit how much bleeding takes a toll on your confidence and how dysphoric you feel. But at least you can look at each other and joke about being two gay guys: because if he’s a guy and he’s bleeding, and you’re his boyfriend and bleeding, that means this isn’t remotely feminine, right?

・・・・・ High-fiving each other when you finally declare yourselves-period free and finally being able to slowly reenter functioning society.

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“Well don’t you look handsome…” Clark remarked with a sly grin on his face. 

“Shut up,” Jason growled, tightening his bowtie in the mirror. 

They were both all dressed up in expensive three piece suits for a particularly “important” Wayne gala. Bruce insisted that Jason be there despite his many protests and lame excuses. Jason agreed to go on one condition, he got to bring someone with him so he wasn’t alone with the rich freaks. He never did mention who he was bringing. 

“So, how do I look?” Clark said, stepping behind Jason. 

He looked at Clark through the reflection and with a soft smile he said, “You look great.” 

Clark wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist and buried his face into his collar. He stayed there for a minute, swaying to a silent rhythm. His hands wandered along Jason’s abdomen, pushing the flesh in where he knew there was something nestled deep inside. Jason agreed—quite enthusiastically—to make the night a little more interesting with some toys. A wearable vibrator that stretched along Jason’s walls and rested upon his clit lay dormant against his flesh.

“Right,” Clark said, lifting his head. “Let’s go wreak havoc.” 

Jason smiled and let out a soft chuckle before the moment was rudely interrupted by the ring of Jason’s phone on the table. He picked it up to see the caller id which read, ‘PENNY ONE’. 

He pressed accept, “Hey Alfred, what’s up?” 

“Nothing much, sir. Master Bruce has asked me to ask you if you would like to stay the night at the manor and perhaps for breakfast.” 

“Uh…” he looked to Clark who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, nodding his head profusely. “Sure, I guess.” 

“Splendid. Will your guest be staying with you or shall I make up another bed?” 

“No, he’ll be with me. Thanks, Alfred.” 

“My pleasure, Master Jason. See you tonight.” 

“Bye.” 

He hung up the phone and watched as Clark quite literally vibrated with excitement. He levitated slightly off the bed and looked like his head was about to burst because it couldn’t contain his smile. 

“Oh my god. I’m spending the night at Wayne Manor. This is truly every nerd’s dream.” 

“Yeah well we gotta pack bags now, c’mon.” 

In a flash, Clark packed both of their bags. After interrogation from Jason, asking if he got everything, they left Jason’s apartment and headed for his bike out front. 

“Hold on tight to those bags, Prime.” 

“You know, I could just fly us there.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

They sped off through Gotham City streets, ducking in and out of traffic, doing many illegal things. But it’s Gotham. No one’s really going to stop them. They made it all the way across town to where the long winding driveway to Wayne Manor was already packed. Good thing Jason knew the way in through the Batcave. 

They went around to the back and through the tunnels, down to where they were met with the screeching of bats and the illustrious Batcave. There was no one there so Jason parked his bike right beside the Batmobile, careful not to scratch the paint. He had just gotten back in with Bruce’s good graces, it’d be a shame to mess that up over a paintjob. 

“Hello, Sirs,” Alfred said, coming down the stairs. “Shall I take your bags up to your room?” 

“That’d be great, Alfred. Thank you.” Jason replied, taking his helmet off and haphazardly fixing his hair. “This is Clark.” 

“Hi, it’s an honour to meet you, sir.” Clark said, giddily. 

“Pleasure’s all mine. Masters Bruce and Dick are upstairs mingling already if you’d like to find them.” 

“Thanks,” Jason added. “We’ll be right up.” 

As Alfred climbed back up the stairs to wait on the party, Clark fixed Jason’s helmet hair and smoothed out his jacket. He then took out his phone and opened an app that was locked by face ID. He pressed a button on the screen and in that same instant Jason doubled over, mostly in shock. The toy inside him began to buzz against his sensitive flesh, it was a low vibration but enough to make his stomach flip. 

He straightened himself out and put on his best poker face. 

“Ok,” Clark started. “You good?” 

“Give a guy a little warning next time, will ya?” 

He chuckled, “You got it, boss. Now c’mon, I wanna meet your dad.” 

They climbed up the stairs and out of the Batcave where they could hear the string quartet playing a quick polonaise. Their hands brushed as they walked along the halls toward where the music was coming from and Clark quickly grabbed the other man’s hand, interlacing their fingers and watched as Jason’s cheeks started to flush. 

“Me holding your hand makes you blush but not the vibrator inside you?” 

“Shut up.” 

Clark tried his best to contain his shit eating grin as they emerged through the doorway to where the party was very much happening. There were people dancing and drinking and eating, wearing fancy clothes and their hair done up all nice. It was a proper ball. 

From across the room, someone waved at them with a massive smile that just about lit up the room. He then motioned in a “come here” type of way. Jason dragged his plus one all the way across the dance floor to meet with his older brother. 

“Jason!” Dick embraced his brother in an uncomfortable hug. “Haven’t seen you in forever. How’s things?” 

“Oh you, know.” He gave a meek smile. 

“So, you brought Prime as your plus one?” Dick said with a hint of worry in his voice but trying his best to conceal it. 

“Clark, but CK’s alright,” Clark said, offering his hand to shake which Dick took gladly. He was always one for second chances. 

“You better treat my brother right, though. I know where to find you.” He said in a way too cheery tone. 

Clark put his hands up in surrender, “Trust me, I know.” 

“So,” Jason started. “How’s Kory?” 

“Oh she's great! She's here actually, somewhere.” He scanned the room, looking for her mane of fiery hair but not succeeding. “Right, anyway. Jay, have you seen Bruce yet? I can’t find him, he was here a minute ago.” 

“Nope.” 

“Damn, Vicki wants to talk to him. I’ll go find him, you two enjoy the party.” and he left with a smile. 

The string quartet on the raised stage in the corner finished the song and everyone clapped briefly before they started up again, this time with a slow waltz. 

“Care to dance?” Clark asked with his hand extended. 

“God, I hate you.” Jason took his hand nonetheless and they walked onto the dance floor. “I’m leading though. I doubt you know how to dance.” 

“And you’d be right.” 

Jason put his hands on Clark's waist and in turn Clark placed his hands on Jason’s shoulders though it was strange seeing as Clark was quite taller than his partner. 

“Right, follow me.” 

They danced a simple waltz, careful not to bump into the other patrons, and especially careful not to step on each other's toes. Thank goodness the music was slow or else Clark would’ve almost certainly lost his footing. As they became more comfortable in the steps, they grew closer and closer until Jason rested his head on Clark’s shoulder and let out a comfortable sigh. They danced like this until the song was over and let go to clap for the band. 

“That actually really calmed me down,” Jason remarked as they made their way off the dance floor. 

“You’re welcome,” Clark said cheekily. 

They made their way to one of those standing tables people gather at, this one was empty. Jason felt he had gotten used to the vibrations inside him and pulsating on his clit but it was certainly still there. A waiter walked by with a tray of drinks and Clark managed to snag two of them. They looked fruity, they tasted fruity. Not really what Jason usually drinks but Clark seemed quite content so he didn’t say anything. 

Jason felt something—a strong hand—on his shoulder. 

“Hey, kiddo. Been a while.” It was Commissioner Gordon, greying but still ruggedly handsome. 

Jason put on his ‘party voice’, very close to a ‘customer service voice’. 

“Jim, good to see you! Anything new with the GCPD?” 

They talked the usual small talk, nothing much. But, behind them, Clark had taken out his phone and opened the app. With a devilish smirk, he started messing with the buttons just to see how Jason would react. To his astonishment, Jason didn’t so much as flinch. Upon second thought, maybe it wasn’t that surprising; torture training and all. 

What Clark didn’t know was that Jason’s stomach was doing flips and he could feel the silicone getting slicker with every passing second. Jason took a sip of his overtly sweet drink to try to keep his composure. 

Just then, a commanding voice came through the speakers and everyone turned toward the stage where Bruce stood. Jason knew this part of the evening very well, Bruce would say what the gala was for and which charity he was donating a large sum to this time with a very sure look on his face. This time however, Jason spotted a twinge of… nervousness? 

“Everyone, if I could have your attention for just a few moments. As I’m sure most of you know, I am sort of known for philanthropy so you must have assumed this gala was for nothing less. You’d be right. But this is a unique—special—night. I would like to announce the Jason Todd foundation.” 

Jason’s heart dropped. 

“All of the proceeds will go to victims and the families of victims of violent crimes. It will help pay for medical bills and court bills so they can receive the justice they deserve.” 

Jason turned to Clark, “Turn it off.” 

“What?” 

“The vibrator, turn it off.” 

“What if I don’t?” 

“Don’t test me.” 

“Alright, alright.” Clark took out his phone and turned off the toy. 

They turned their attention back to the man speaking onstage. 

“My son, Jason, cheated death. I know first hand how much money it cost, I’m just glad to be so lucky I didn’t have to worry about that on top of mourning. By some magic, perhaps fate, my son is alive once again. Jason, if you could come up here please.” 

Every single eye turned to look at Jason as he walked through the crowd, toward the stage. He felt Clark’s hand grab his wrist, walking with him so he wasn’t alone. Jason walked up the steps to the stage and met his father. Bruce pulled the boy into a tight embrace. 

“Jay, know that this hug truly comes from my heart and isn’t for show, okay?” 

“Okay…” in that moment all he could think about was how damn glad he felt that he told Clark to turn the toy off. 

He heard the polite applause from the patrons below as he turned around to face them. They all looked like they were about to cry. If Bruce hadn’t said anything, he probably would’ve assumed the hug was a ploy to get the waterworks going. 

Just as he was thinking ‘what a wonderful moment’, he felt vibrations surge through his entire body. He tried not to make a face or any inkling of what was going on within his loins, but his father didn’t have to be the world's greatest detective to feel him tense up. 

They walked down the steps as the strings started back up behind them. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah. I just have to kill my plus one.” 

“Right, well no killing under my roof. Or any roof for that matter. Or when you’re not under a roof. You get my point.” 

“You’re right, I’ve got a better idea anyway.” 

“I don’t want to know.” Bruce knew after many years of raising children—teenagers—to just not ask so long as no one is getting hurt. 

Jason beelined his way back across the room, straight for the grinning man who was looking way too smug. Jason wanted to punch him but he knew his fist would probably break into a million pieces. 

He grabbed the man by the wrist and pulled him violently out of the ballroom. Thankfully, no one really noticed them leave as everyone had started to dance and mingle again. They sped through the empty halls as Jason pulled Clark along with vigor. 

“Where are we going?” Clark’s heart was becoming exceedingly fast along with the reddening of his face. 

“You, shut up,” He demanded as they encountered Alfred walking by. “Alfred, perfect. Which room did you put us in?” 

“You old room, Master Jason. The bed is made and-”

“Thanks.” Jason interrupted, continuing at his brisk pace leaving Alfred in the dust. 

He continued to tow Clark along the familiar halls as the poor boy was trying his best to not giggle due to his assumption of what was going to happen in a few short moments. Actually two things, one of them being he was going to see Jason’s childhood room. The other… well, you know. 

Jason found the room on muscle memory and pushed Clark inside before shutting the door, quite forcefully. 

“I was on a stage.” 

“I know.” 

“With my father.” 

“I know.” 

“I WAS HAVING A MOMENT. Stop it with that stupid grin.” 

“You’re pretty when you’re mad.” Clark stated, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. 

Jason’s face contorted in unbearable… wait no, that’s not anger. Or at least not completely. 

“Take off your clothes.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

Clark took off his jacket and undid his bowtie slowly while keeping eye contact with Jason with those puppy dog eyes he knows how to abuse. Jason took a step forward, in between Clark’s knees, and started unbuttoning his shirt. The toy still vibrating against his slick flesh, he clenched around it. He let the shirt fall past Clark’s shoulders, revealing the scar on his chest. Jason dragged his fingertips along the raised skin before he pushed Clark down. Jason worked on unbuckling Clark’s belt and yanking off his pants with much force, his boxers too. 

Jason licked his lips at the sight of Clark's folds glistening in the moonlight and his cock throbbing ever so slightly. 

Jason took off his jacket and undid his bowtie before settling down on his knees in between Clark’s. He pushed Clark's thighs open before licking all the way up the sensitive skin of his thigh and reveled in the way he trembled. 

Jason’s thumbs pulled open Clark’s outer lips so he could get a better look at Clark’s throbbing clit. He licked his lips before diving right in like a man starved. Clark gasped at the suddenness and latched his hand onto Jason’s hair and let out a moan. His thighs quivered as Jason’s head bobbed slightly up and down, sucking and lapping, making obscene slick sounds. 

Clark looked down to see Jason looking right back up at him through his bangs, his eyes filled with the kind of lust they talk about in the bible. He dipped his tongue past Clark’s entrance, coaxing a strained moan out that died in his throat as Jason slipped two fingers in. Jason loved the sounds Clark always made, you’d never peg him for one to whine yet here we are. 

Jason moaned into Clark’s slick folds, humping the air and trying to get off with the vibrator still abusing his own core. 

“Jason…” Clark breathed among whimpers. “I’m gonna-” 

His thighs tightened around Jason’s head as his whole body thrashed with pleasure rippling over him. He threw back his head with a guttural moan and a string of profanity. He lay there, trembling in the aftershocks of his orgasm as Jason planted little kisses on his inner thighs. 

Clark took a couple deep breaths to recoup his composure before sitting up to see Jason’s head resting on his thigh. Jason was breathing fast and clearly trying not to moan. 

“You want me to turn it off?” Clark said in a teasing tone. 

“Please…” Jason whispered. 

“Alright.” Clark smiled and reached for his phone. “Come up on the bed so I can undress you.” 

The vibrator shut off making Jason’s clit throb. He stood up briefly before flopping onto the bed beside Clark. Clark tossed his phone on the bed and began fumbling with Jason’s belt buckle as Jason worked on his own shirt buttons. Soon enough Jason was propped up against the headboard and just as naked as his counterpart save for one thing: the toy inside of him. 

“Oh look at this,” Clark started. “You’re fucking dripping.” 

He slowly pulled out the soaked toy from Jason puffy cunt and placed it on the nightstand. Clark smiled to himself, watching Jason clench around nothing and ran a finger up his folds, coating it in slick. He flicked Jason’s clit as he came up making Jason let a groan escape. 

“Stop teasing, just fuck me already.” 

“Needy, are we?” Clark jeered. 

“I’m gonna kill you.” 

“You can try.” 

Clark streaked across the room—faster than a speeding bullet—and was back between Jason’s legs wearing his strap-on and his signature cheeky smile in 2 seconds flat. 

“Did you really pack that?” 

“What? You thought I was really going to tease you all evening and not fuck you senseless after?” 

“I can’t believe you brought that here.” Jason laughed. 

“Lube?” 

“More fun, no?” 

With a gust of wind, Clark sped there and back to get the lube, coating the silicone with it. His heart leapt as he saw Jason all spread out underneath him, waiting patiently to be fucked. He licked his lips before swiping the head through Jason’s folds, spreading the lube and mixing it with Jason’s slick. He thoroughly made sure Jason’s entrance was ready before slipping it in gently and slowly. 

Jason gasped as it went in, feeling the stretch he was so used to. He let out a soft moan as the silicone kissed his cervix. Clark’s hands wandered over the scarred skin near Jason’s hips, riddled with old wounds. They were similar this way—scarred. It made them feel all the more close. 

Clark started to move his hips, slowly pulling almost all the way out so his tip brushed against Jason’s sensitive spot. Clark let his hips roll, watching the strap pump in and out of Jason’s gooey walls. 

Clark's wandering hands meandered higher up Jason’s abs to his chest to his collar bone before stopping and wrapping one hand around Jason’s neck. He pushed and squeezed ever so gently as his hips started to speed up. Jason held onto Clark’s wrist as his cervix was abused. The bed started to creak as they picked up speed and Jason’s moans got louder. He felt a tear drop from his eye in sweet ecstasy. 

Clark wiped his cheek with his free hand and leaned down to kiss the same spot. 

“You’re so pretty like this; crying, taking my cock like a good boy.” 

Jason would’ve had a quick witty response but he was preoccupied with getting absolutely railed. Nothing but sweet whines left his mouth as Clark’s fingers pressed against his carotid, feeling how fast his pulse was. 

“Clark…” Jason moaned. 

“You gonna cum?” 

Jason nodded, “Uh huh.” before his whole body started to convulse. 

“There you go, baby. Good boy.” Clark let go of Jason’s neck, leaving red marks that looked likely to bruise. He kissed the blemish before licking all the way up from Jason’s collar bone to his jaw, holding the back of his neck. He left more kisses, more bruises, probably more likely to last into the morning. 

Between heavy breaths, Clark gently pulled out while rubbing Jason’s thighs. He watched as Jason’s slick mixed with the left over lube poured out of his hole. He bit his lip. 

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. “Right. I’m gonna clean you up.” 

He rushed to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth and rushed right back to wipe up the mess between Jason’s thighs. Clark placed another peck on the newly clean skin before quickly cleaning himself and the strap up and throwing the rag in the hamper. 

He slumped on the bed, cuddling up to Jason, putting his head on Jason’s chest and just listening to his heartbeat slow down. Jason placed a kiss on Clark’s forehead while pulling him in closer. 

“God, I hate you,” Jason said with a smile. 

“You love me and you know it.” 

“Yeah.” 

They got under the covers as it was starting to get cold, not doing anything very active anymore. Jason spooned Clark, running his fingers over the raised scar on Clark’s chest. They fell asleep just like that, listening to each other breathe. 

The sound of birds chirping outside the window filled the room as the sunlight poured in from beyond the drawn curtains. Jason’s eyes fluttered open as he began to stir, all he saw was a mess of black hair in front of him. He smiled to himself, he hadn’t been this happy in a while. He nuzzled into the crook of Clark’s neck and squeezed as hard as he could, pulling him in closer. 

Knock 

Knock 

“Master Jason? Breakfast is ready downstairs if you are awake.” 

Jason sat up, “Thanks, Alfred. We’ll be down.” 

He looked back down at Clark's bare back and ran his hand down his spine. 

“Clark…” 

He groaned. 

“Clark. Wake up.” 

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled into the pillow. 

“Nope, c’mon. Up you get.” Jason pulled off the covers of both of them and got out of bed. “Put some clothes on.” 

“What happens if I don’t?” Clark replied, slowly sitting up. 

“Then my entire family sees you naked.” He threw one of the shirts from his bag at him. 

Clark watched as Jason got dressed before putting on the shirt that was thrown so rudely in his face. He got up and scrounged in his bag for his pyjama bottoms and slipped them on. 

“Ready,” he said with a cheery smile. “I’m starving.” 

As they walked down the long and fancy halls, Clark interlaced his fingers with Jason’s and smiled when he heard Jason’s heartbeat quicken. Right before they entered the dining room, Clark stopped and kissed Jason, heartily, holding the latter’s head. 

“What was that for?” Jason asked as they pulled apart. 

Clark shrugged, “Because I love you.” 

“Ditto.” Jason smiled. 

“Was that a Ghost reference? Does Jason Todd secretly watch romantic dramas?” 

Jason ignored him and opened the door to reveal a bunch of people sitting around the large dining table. Normally it’s only used for dinner but there’s simply just too many people to sit anywhere else. Not everyone was here, only a couple were missing; probably upstairs sleeping or gone home. However, Bruce, Dick, Damian, Steph, Cass, and Duke were there along with a couple plus ones: Kory, Selina, and Jon. 

No one turned around to see who came in, they were all very occupied in conversation, arguing over who won a bet on patrol, who scratched the batmobile, or just small talk. Jason led Clark with him to sit down next to Dick who looked like the most peaceful of the bunch that morning. 

“Hey Jay, where’d you two run off to last night after the speech?” 

Jason went red, “You don’t want to know.” 

He could sense the grin Clark was wearing beside him. 

“So, where’s Tim? And Babs?” Jason asked, looking around. 

“Oh, Tim’s out on patrol still and Babs is in the clocktower helping.” 

It was really nice to see the family like this, like a normal family or something close to it. The food was brought out and it was a free for all. Waffles, pancakes, sausages galore and by the time they were done, there was not a crumb left in the place. 

he’s also the type of man to bring you flowers just because. at first it really is sweet. he brings them over on every date. then every time he makes an excuse to see you, he’s got flowers tucked away somewhere on his person even when you told him he didn’t have to bring it on every outing.

sometimes it’s just flowers he picks up on his way to get you, intricately picked and tied with a stem, like he really took his time choosing them. other times, it’s when he picks you up from work with a massive bouquet of snapdragons cause you said you liked them once. he’ll wait outside patiently, one hand in his pocket and the other gripping the flowers, biting the inside of cheek until you come outside.

it’s always to see the smile on your face and the hint of surprise even when you knew it was coming.

he lives for that look.

when you call him drunk for the first time, having a friend phone him for you at a party you didn’t even want to go to, even then he brought a dozen roses. arriving to pick you up in under five minutes with a thin layer of sweat over his brow. he even apologized while he held your hair back when you threw up and continued while you drifted off asleep after he tucked you in.

“—seriously though, i would’ve brought a bigger bouquet but the store was closing and it was all they had so i just put the good flowers from the remaining together and—”

when you woke up in the morning with the flowers in a mason jar because all of the other vases you had were currently being used, you tried to tell him they were getting to be too much. the man claimed that’s nonsense and that there’s no such thing while continuing to softly sing whatever he was playing while cooking breakfast for when you woke.

then, he danced with you in the kitchen to distract you from protesting. but when he spun you and you groaned all groggy and hungover, he kept you close to his chest instead, humming the soothing tune. rocking the two of you back and forth in your dingy kitchen, shifting from either leg until you melted right into him. cheek pressed to his hard chest.

the music plays softly from the kitchen and he coos by your ear while he steadily dances you over to the couch with him, lyrics pouring from his love stricken lips.

“she looks just like an angel.” tucking your head into the crook of his neck while you bask in his warmth. still humming the same tune as he softly sings, “—when she walks across the room.”

it’s so easy to fall into him when he’s like this.

later in the week he thrifts you a dozen more vases that went with the decor of your house along with a couple extra trinkets he thought you’d like.

he keeps a photo of you from that morning in his wallet, tucked in his arms and mouth parted in sleep. he’s smiling with his head tilted just barely in the frame, though the focus is on you resting on his chest. next to it is a kiss you left when he pulled out his wallet to show you. lipstick mark staining his cheek in the photo.

he actually got it laminated so your kiss never fades away.

when he slowly moves his life into your home from all the late nights he stays over, he insists on laying the rent and utilities just because he can. your name is on the lease but he doesn’t give a shit because he meant what he said when he told you what’s mine is yours.

he starts buying mundane things in pairs too because, “i couldn’t just buy one, they come in pairs, you can’t just split them up.”

he’s made any excuse to buy you things that remind him of you, and that meant a lot since he turned out to be more sentimental than you thought. jason would buy you pastries and chocolate with the cheesiest line like i thought of you because it’s sweet like you.

that’s how you knew i love you came in many forms with him.

at first he struggled with saying it so instead you see it in his actions. though the man is sentimental and the first time he says it and you repeat it right back, the hearts in his eyes expand and he slots your hand into his. jason never struggles to remind you after that time. the love that he drowns you in is the only kind you’d want to receive, and that’s just the kind of man he is. and jason todd is that type of man to do acts of service for you solely because he is capable without ever being told to.

you hate washing the dishes? that’s okay with him! jason has no problem wiping them down and scrubbing them clean.

“you know the saying, if life is a loop full of dirty dishes and laundry, all that means is it’s a lifetime full of home cooked food and clean clothes.” humming gruffly while he scrubs, turning his head back to find you still staring like you’d fallen for him all over again and grin, “or something like that ma.”

and physical contact? he’s like velcro to your skin.

while you cook, his head is tucked between your neck and your shoulder while he’s pressed against your back. occasionally touching your hand and stirring for you.

even after having a long night and getting in after you, he’ll wake up with you for work and watch you get ready for the day. he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and his hair disheveled. watching you with eager eyes as you do your skincare or dress yourself. it didn’t make you feel embarrassed because it wasn’t exactly lustful. it felt like he was burning the memory and ingraining you as the sole purpose of everything good in his life because that’s exactly what he’d tell you that you are.

or you could be sitting on the couch and watching television when jason decides it’s time to strike. just moments after coming home, he plops his full weight ontop of you and groans. you make a sound that resembled a cushion losing air but he just settles a leg between yours to take some weight off of you. he pulls your shirt up just enough for him to slot his head underneath and steal some of your warmth from your skin.

you complained that he’s gotta at least wash his face. told him he’s stretching the collar of your shirt out with his head when his hair pokes out to touch your chin. but slowly, you press a kiss against his lips, watching him deepen it before it gets sloppy and he starts to trail his way back down your neck. lower and lower before disappearing beneath the fabric. he groans cause you’ve got no bra on. when he rubs his face between your breasts and nuzzles until he’s comfortable, you gasp softly. the stubble on his chin rubbing against the sensitive skin, side to side until he stops to take a bite of the plush flesh.

you laugh when he settles. “did you just motorboat me?”

jason blows against your skin while he huffs and does it again to get you to squeal and shove him away just for him to grip onto you tighter.

“can’t a man just appreciate a work of art?”

a/n: idrk what this is but i love jason and he’s the cheesiest, loverboy to ever exist idc