Dom Tim with a lap sitting kink. Sub Jason learning he’s the sub.
Jason having to get a drink in his apartment late at night. As he heads back he sees movement in his living room and quickly doubles back seeing a small silhouette sitting in his chair. A light flicks on beside it, the intruder flicking the switch.
Jason: dammit Tim! I could have killed you.
Tim, scoffing in bewilderment: no, you couldn’t have.
It wasn’t a tease. It was a fact.
Jason stares Tim up and down. He’s wearing a black slitted dress which makes Jason wonder if he’s just come back from a recon mission. His legs are folded over each other, toes pointing down in glass pumps.
Tim: eyes up here.
Jason’s eyes dart up to Tim’s confident flushed face.
Tim: good.
Tim: now come sit on my lap.
Jason:
Jason: you want me to what now?
Tim: cmon big boy. Sit on daddy’s lap and let him praise you.
Jason, scoffing: I don’t know what kind of new kink you picked up from Dick and Roy-
Tim: don’t talk about other men when it’s you and me. This is mine.
Tim: sit on my lap. Now.
Jason:
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Tim traces his fingers through Jason’s hair as Jason sat on his lap trying not to squish him. No matter how many times Tim had insists to sit with all his weight and relax, he can’t bring himself to do it fearing breaking his boyfriend. His head rests on Tim’s shoulder as he contemplates his life’s choices that led him here.
Jason, blushing: I don’t like this.
Tim: sure, baby boy. You’re hard on and purring agrees.
Jason: don’t tell Dick and Roy.
Tim: what’d I tell you?
Jason: I’m sorry, daddy.
