#royjay fic

Jason Todd x Roy Harper

NSFW-18 and over -MDNI

Words: 17.6k

Tags: smut, weight gain, blowjob, grinding, hand job (full tags on Ao3)

Notes: Am I super late, yes, is this a holiday smut about Roy Harper gaining weight and Jason Todd being a horny bastard about it? Also yes. Dad bod Roy Harper lovers rise. I spoke about him having a tummy too much and got too horny about it, you can find me wearing a "I Love Fat Men" shirt most days of the week. Anyways, this is just a little holiday esk smut featuring them cause I wanted to put a nicer spin on holiday weight gain stuff (and it's so fucking late lmao). CW, there are brief mentions of Roy's addiction (mostly to talk about his metabolism changes), as well as conversations surrounding poor body image issues and dieting, and Jason's food insecurity growing up so just be warned of that. (read it here on Ao3)

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Jason was going to die before the New Year came.

And no, it wasn't because the holiday season was always harder for the bats, putting strain on all their relationships with one another. Even though they all tried to be civil, key word being tried, sometimes it was just hard to keep a cheery attitude around each other dealing with the one two punch of holiday stress and family related trauma.

Or because he was driving himself crazy putting all his efforts into making sure his turf was as well taken care of as possible during the winter months. Food pantry stocked, warm clothes and beds readily available, easily accessible gifts for all the youngings in the narrows. It was a labor of love, emphasis labor, but he was always determined to make sure it was all perfect.

Hell, it wasn't even having to deal with the snow of Gotham and trying not to bust his ass while getting tangled with rogues on icy rooftops. He's surprised nobody had started accusing him of stealing Penguin's whole shtick yet with how many times he'd skidded passed goons on his ass.

No, it wasn't any of that. It was his stupid boyfriend and his stupid body that ran too hot.

Usually in the colder months people in Gotham would bundle themselves up to fight off the cold. Due to old buildings, poor insulation, and heating that had a 50% chance of working being staples of the city, these problems usually manifested themselves into people keeping themselves in thick, baggy clothing while inside. Adorned with heavy layers, buried under blankets, body's took on ambiguous shapes, indistinguishable from one another, unsure of what was clothing and what was person. It was a tradition of sorts during Gotham's winter, almost a set of rules people adhered to. You either fight off the cold, or become a mourning statistic come springtime. Everyone knew this, and conformed accordingly.

Well, everyone, except Roy fucking Harper.

It didn't make any sense. The man had spent most of his life in fucking California, he hadn't seen snow since he was a child. And yet, the fucker would be walking around their apartment in his tightly fit wife pleasers', complaining that he wished he could go shirtless if it wasn't for Lian (He always had a thing of wanting to look presentable in front of her.) While everyone else would be walking around their complex in heavy corduroys and fleece lined crew necks, there was his fucking boyfriend, in gym shorts and sleeveless band tees, getting their mail with nary the sight of a chill running up his spine.

And it was fine, really. Jason was all for self expression and he liked the outfits Roy wore. Really liked them, like really really really…he liked them, ok. The man wasn't fashionable by any sense of the word, but Jason always appreciated the fact that it was Roy wearing his bad outfit combinations (especially the amount of skin he'd show). The man could honestly come out in a potato sack and he'd still be there to make goo goo eyes at him. So it wasn't the clothes that was the problem. No, the true issue was Jay trying to contain the absolute hunger he had for his beloved parading himself around like some common floozy, especially recently.

As the end of the year trickled by, it seemed that holidays were happening every fort night. Well, holidays and major events in the couple's lives. Lian going back to school coinciding with the beginning of the cooler seasons, resulting in an uptick of Jason cooking for their little family without having to worry about raising the apartment's heat by too much, and keeping lots of snacks stocked for her lunches. Then there was Halloween, where the couple would always overbuy candy bars for their apartment just in case some of their neighbors' kids brought friends (and to stop them from stealing from Lian's stash). Roy's birthday would fall right after, which meant that he'd follow his food coma with another, absolutely spoiling himself with the one indulgence he could still participate in, food. (Well that…and whatever his boyfriend would have planned for their evening after their daughter would make it to the babysitters). That would then be followed by Dick's Birthday, where the original boy wonder would always pester both Alfred and Jason to make him whatever his heart desired, and neither had the heart to say no (which meant a lot of recipe prototypes being up for grabs while Jay perfected them). Then there was Thanksgiving, which meant there were lots of left overs from various sources, especially when the Harper household would host for the Outlaws or Titans friendsgivings. And of course, by the time December rolled around, (and seasonal depression made itself comfortable in both men's minds), the house would have an ever rotating stock of Christmas and New Years treats.

Truly, from September to December was a time to indulge.

But because of this, and Roy having taken a step back from vigilantism due to his prioritization of fatherhood (not quite retiring, more so a leave of absence unless the city was falling apart), the redhead had gained a bit of weight. It wasn't something concerning, or something that he cared about or was putting effort into changing, it just…was. Roy's edges had softened with lush plumpness, his body filled out into a gentle form, with slopes instead of angles. And honestly, he was pretty indifferent to it. He'd complain that his jeans wouldn't buckle or zip or cut into his tummy uncomfortably, and then would throw on sweats or slacks and call it a day. Master of the nonchalant.

And he was secretly proud of himself for the change. When he'd first gotten sober all those years ago, and had started to turn his life around, he ended up putting on a lot of weight fast. It was just something that came with the lifestyle changes. With how one's metabolism shifts post drug use, and gaining access to a better, more consistent diet, his body changed. He went from a medium fitting loosely on him to a large stretching against his skin within a few months.

During that time, he was deeply insecure and upset with himself because of it, which manifested in some unhealthy habits. Constantly at the gym, making diet plans with drastic calorie cuts, forcing himself in a vicious cycle of restricting and a "calories in, calories out" mindset. And yet, the number on the scale kept going up. He'd stare at his body in the mirror, disgusted with the red, angry stretch marks and new found rolls where washboard abs were in his youth. See where the sharp cut of his V line was now a divot in his skin. And while he was no longer the same sickly pale, and couldn't easily count his ribs or vertebrae anymore, it still felt like a failure in a sense, to take up so much space.

Looking back now, he understood what was actually happening was him becoming a normal size for someone his age who has a normal, consistent diet, while also putting on muscle weight due to his commitment to hero work. That wiry muscled kid he was as a young adult became a memory, only seen in pictures and in Roy's nightmares. Over time, with a less rigid routine, and the building of better habits, (and a better sense of self), he had evened out to something nice and sturdy, with thick arms and a respectable muscular build that worked for both his hero and mechanic work (and was perfect for picking up the most beautiful little girl in the world) (and the most perfect man).

But even with that change, the fat redistributing and being formed into firm muscle, there would be times that due to his older age and history of messed up metabolism, that when taking rest and indulging himself, he'd pack on a few pounds. He'd grown very "whatever" about it, knowing his body would just even back out with a short lived cut and getting himself moving again.

But…well

Jason was anything but "whatever" about it.

He didn't like talking about it, finding it oh so embarrassing to say out loud, but he was …excited around this time of year, when thick Roy would make an appearance. That's not to say he wasn't crazy about the man every day, c'mon now. No, there was just something so nice about when he'd let go a bit. It was so uncouth and perverted of him, but he couldn't help the rush that took over when his boyfriend would look a bit more husky post holidays.

He didn't like to think about it, didn't like the thrill that ran through him when he realized how he'd changed, didn't like how he'd immediately get defensive when Roy would talk about his changed body in a negative way, didn't like how he'd stare at the soft pouch of a belly or the way his chin would lose its sharp angle and bleed into a soft slope. It honestly embarrassed him how affected he'd be by his lover's weight gain.

There was probably some subconscious reasoning for it, deep psychological explanations that loomed beneath the surface of his brain as to why he had the hots so aggressively for Roy Harper with some chub on him. The easiest he could come up with was the fact that for his boyfriend to have gained that weight, he must've been in a safe place where he could relax and spoil himself with good food. Knowing what he'd been through, what a tough life he had led, Jason felt some type of way about the man now being able to just, relax. To be a father, without stress. To hold down a job. To not have to worry about the next mission. That he got to spend his evening on the couch, watching TV, eating candy from the trick or treater bowl. That he'd earned the dad bod from how he'd snore on a recliner in the living room at the drop of a hat.

The other reasoning was a bit heavier, a bit more "trauma informed". It felt harder to address, and would prickle at the back of his mind. Jason also knew that for Roy to have gained that weight, he must've had a steady and reliable access to food. And that gutted him a bit to think about. Growing up how he did, impoverished and desperate, so deeply hungry in every sense of the word, has life long lasting effects. On some days, being so caught up in everything, not eating and feeling that empty gnaw in his stomach would send him into the worst flashbacks. Memories of nights spent curled in on himself strewn upon a dirty mattress to alleviate the pain. Thoughts of drinking cool water on an empty stomach and feeling the way it would twist and pool deep in his guts, uncomfortable and known. It was hell, pure hell he didn't want to relive, ever.

So, knowing that Roy, and Lian as well, weren't going through that, that they felt loved and were fed enough to gain some comfort weight, brought him joy. It settled something inside him, something always searching, made it curl up nicely and rest its head, no longer on guard.

And maybe, maybe, through years of healing, or years of being jacked up by more trauma, with so many different wires being crossed so many different ways, it turned into something a bit psychosexual. 

I mean, come on, having a gorgeous man in your bed, so comfortable in your presence, so nourished by your provisions, so addicted to your cooking, that he got fat off of it? So into you and what you could do, his body physically changed? It was hot as hell.

He thought he hid his infatuation well, honestly he did. He was the Red Hood, a former crime boss, trained by the big bad Batman himself. He was able to keep a poker face. But, when Roy was strutting around with his skin on show, belly poking out from under his shirts or peaking over the waist band of his pants, it was hard to keep his eyes off of it. The soft pouch made him yearn for a future with Roy years from now, both retired for good, with the man finally abandoning the "muscle" in muscle bear and becoming the animal he was meant to be, plush and hairy all over. Internally drooling over the thought of waking up wrapped in his love's arms, with warm squish behind him, and having his face buried in it at the end of every night.

He's sure that Roy had started to catch on, absolutely positive, with the little smirks he's given him, and the raised eyebrows when he'd realize he wasn't paying attention to what he'd said because he was staring at his stomach or thighs. The man always did have an innate ability to just know when Jason was thirsting for him. It was like his secret super power,sensing when Jay would be looking at him with lustful intentions, always knowing when he'd be needed in a more impassioned way (he'd been tested for meta abilities before, but Jason was doubting the results.). So, he was certain that those looks his boyfriend was giving him were signs of his awareness of what Jay was after.

Roy, however, was not catching onto that, per say.

Now, it was true that in the past, he'd noticed how Jason would become more…reactive to his body this time of year (Or really, he'd become more interested whenever he'd put weight on.). How they'd suddenly have an uptick in their flirtations, how Jay would randomly be grabbing on him and more openly sexualizing his body. How he'd want to suddenly take the lead in body worshiping him and start sinking his teeth into the meaty parts of Roy. And honestly, it was really fucking hot, knowing that his boyfriend was so into him. To catch his gaze when he was strutting around the house, to feel hands on him in their private moments. But this year…this year felt different.

The looks he was getting were sharper, stares that wouldn't break as easily. Jay wasn't just looking at him, he was taking him in, assessing him, not an inch left unturned. His gaze followed him like he was plotting, the same looks he'd give buildings when they were scoping out scenes, like he was prepping for something big. Even when Roy would catch him, giving him that signature grin, or a raised brow, or a wink, he barely seemed deterred. His cheeks would redden, and then he would get this little smile on his face, like he was lost in dream land. While it was flattering, that his boyfriend was so unbelievably into him and his body, it was starting to become a little unnerving.

He didn't like the fact he was feeling uneasy around his Jaybird. He loved this man, and knew that whatever was going on in that little head of his was going to be something he'd at least be amused by, and at best would absolutely adore. But the stares, the eyes constantly on him, made the hairs on the back of his neck stick up, and he didn't know why.

Maybe it was because he'd reached an all time high weight wise (He thinks. They didn't have a scale in the apartment because Roy was adamant about not messing his daughter's mind up as much as possible, so he was going off of how tight his clothes were getting.). Or part of it could've been because Jay just wasn't initiating anything, which could mean anything from him dealing with his own internal demons, to him having a downswing in his libido. Which was fine, don't get Roy wrong, the man was always welcome to choose whenever he'd want to be active or not to no fault of himself. Roy had gotten used to that very early on in their relationship, he called the shots, the red head met him where he was. But…still. He was feeling like a character in an Edgar Allan Poe story, constantly on edge, waiting for the shoe to drop. But it just…wouldn't. When he had been bracing for a tidal wave of groping and gnawing and only got the sprinkle of being winked at and having his ass grabbed in passing, it was kinda messing with his self image. Had he…had he surpassed Jason's threshold? Were these stares of judgment? (That thought was immediately ridiculous the moment his mind conjured it, but the rush of the holidays was making it a bit hard to rationalize things properly.)

It was like the two were in a game of gay chicken, a cat and mouse of who was going to break first. Both were too proud to bring it up themselves, Jay afraid to finally voice his silent interest he's had for years that had just been an agreed upon thing, never spoken about. While Roy, he was afraid he'd finally met the limit of what his lover was able to handle, scared to express that and have Jay shut down on him if he was wrong. It would be hard for anyone not involved to witness, and the tension finally snapped during the week following Christmas.

The apartment had become an uncharacteristically quiet space following the madness of the holidays, stuck in a twilight zone of time not quite feeling real. Every member had grown sedentary, taking no interest in anything besides rest and relaxation, eating an inordinate amount of left overs, and getting to just bask in a time of peace. Even Lian, the little firecracker of energy she was, had been, for the most part, calm, mostly staying in her room, playing with her gifts. It was nice, homey, and reminded Jason of those long spent days in the manor, watching holiday reruns and gorging himself on Alfred's hot cocoa (That thought made his chest tight and throat swell with nostalgia. He'd have to make room for a visit before the New Year).

On this particular day, the youngest member of the Harper-Todd household was off doing god knows what with the eldest Wayne (Something about wanting to show Damian the joys of winter activities, and that Dick needed someone to "set an example".), leaving the house even quieter than it had been the past few days. It did take away the stress of having to parent, but also made things feel a little duller (Neither were ready for the teenage years, or god forbid, when they'd be empty nesters.)

Jason was tucked alone at the dining room table, writing down the shopping list for the week. Planning meals, figuring out what they'd need to bring for New Years. Alfred deserved a break from having to take on all the prep. While he was up to that, Roy was seemingly napping in their bedroom, some of his louder snorts of snoring finding their way to the living room area. It was warm and cozy in a way Jay couldn't put words to, familiar and sugary sweet. He would be happy to spend the rest of the afternoon in this state, maybe even join his lover beneath the warm sheets for a rest.

But, of course, the red head had to ruin it with his stupidly hot body.

Jason heard the loud yawn and the heavy thud of bare feet on hardwood before he saw where they originated from (another issue he took for different reasons, seeing his boyfriends bare feet on the floor always made him cringe, and his reluctance to put on slippers despite the multiple pairs he'd been bought definitely ticked him off…anyways.). Focused heavily on the task he'd been doing, he didn't immediately look up to see what was in front of him, busy figuring out what cuts of beef he'd want to get for the week, and what sauce he'd want to make for the egg rolls he was going to bring for New Years, important stuff. But when Roy stopped right in front of the table, leaning back to stretch and yawn in that obnoxiously loud dad way that always drove him up the wall with a mixture of annoyance and endearment, his attention was essentially demanded. And fuck, was he happy he looked up.

The man before him, his man before him, looked stunning in the most domestic way possible. Plaid pajama pants hung low on his hips, the pudge of his stomach peaking out just over the waist. Thick arms on full display, his tattoos shining with the slightest sheen of sweat through the thick, unkept red body hair. Torso framed by a self made armless band tee, hugging him in all the right places, making his pecs look huge. His face was rosy in a way that made him look adorable, eyes drooping with the remnants of sleep he hadn't quite rubbed off. And god his hair, in that low ponytail he sported while sleeping so it wouldn't get in the way (The same way he'd tie it up when he'd do his job as a giver.) As he lowered his arms, finishing his grand display, he spoke in that fried, hoarse voice.

"Did you turn up the heat? The bedroom feels like a sauna." He mumbled.

Yeah, Jason was about to loose it. This man looked absolutely irresistible. And the little tired smirk he wore made it seem like he knew it.

Now, one would obviously ask, did Roy orchestrate this intentionally? And the answer to that would be partly yes, partly no. He had just woken up in the outfit, disheveled from his nap, and feeling oh so warm due to the aforementioned heating, that part was true. What was a bit of mastermind work on his part was seeing himself in that state, realizing the situation they were in with a child free apartment, and deciding accordingly that perhaps it would be a good idea to go and see what his boyfriend was up to. The man had always been a sucker for the "just rolled outta bed" look (or maybe he was just really into Roy in any state…that was still undetermined.)

And perhaps this was a bit of a test for him. Even though the insecurity his mind had been toying with had for the most part been dismissed by little things Jason had done (placing his hand on his tummy when cuddling or kissing, the slight increase in those private moments of groping, the way he'd gape openly at him when getting dressed.), he still wanted that confirmation that Jason found him hot like this. If he could just know what was going on, why there was hesitation, if this was Jason having an interest without the pull of desire, or if something else was going on, it would bring ease to his mind.

And from the blush rising on his lover's cheeks, he was sure that there had most likely been a misunderstanding with his cruel thoughts.

Roy was being stared at in pure awe, with everything besides a jaw hanging on the floor. Jason was trying so hard to find words, to say anything other than just staring at this beauty of a man, looking so lax in his demeanor, to the height of his comfort. It stroked that beast inside him, scratched behind its ear, found its sweet spot. It made his brain go haywire with how pleased he was, knowing Roy was comfortable and happy. Those fucking crossed wires lighting up like their Christmas tree in the living room. And god dammit, he must've known what he was doing, must've known how fucking hot he looked even in this state.

Roy watched as the man swallowed, taking him in fully. As no words found their way to his lips, he finally made the decision. He would have to light this powder keg, and suffer the consequences if he was wrong. His eyes trailed down to the table, seeing what he had been up to. Without letting his boyfriend fully process, without letting him speak, he placed his hands firmly on the table, leaning in close to him, with puckered lips.

"So hard at work to keep this ship sailing, my sweet boy, gimme a kiss."

He mumbled, voice low and gruff and seductive.

"God dammit, Harper."

The damn holding in all of Jason's desire broke then and there.

He didn't take the offer of a sweet peck on the lips. Oh no. He stood up abruptly, pushing through the head rush that put stars in his eyes and practically pounced on Roy. Large, calloused hands cupped the red head face, pulling him in for a harsh kiss. It wasn't vicious or rough, just impassioned, filled with emotions that had long been held back. Both men exhaled into the kiss, melting into each other immediately as they finally got what they'd both been craving. It was a release of pressure, a valve being opened to let the ever growing steam out. The simplest action finally taking the squeeze of their worries away.

Roy felt the way that Jason's hands stroked his jawline, and the way he furthered himself into the kiss, pressing himself against him with a clear need for contact. Tongues now slotted against each other in a languid make out, furthering the connection. His thumb trailed the softened edge, running over the overgrown stubble in reverence. This wasn't the tender move he thought it was at first, no, it was exploration. It was a perverse fascination being fulfilled, getting to be up close and personal with something he'd been studying for weeks. With having such intimate knowledge regarding his lover and his touch, he could sense the hesitation, the worry. That wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all.

Without much though, he reached up blindly for his love's right hand, intertwining his fingers in the gaps. Plucking it from its perch on his face, he carefully dragged it down, feeling the way Jay’s brows knit together against his own forehead. Through the dark of shut eyes, he felt the fingers make contact with his skin, and directed them slowly to a place of purchase. Instead of jumping in head first and immediately placing his palm flat on his stomach, he brought the hand to his pec, flattening it out to encourage his exploration. It gave them both plausible deniability, like rather than toying with the idea of sexualizing his changed body, he was simply seeking out some nipple stimulation, or wanted his pecs touched up on. It also would let Jay indulge without having to reveal too much of himself. Everything done in silence, in the blindness of shut eyes.

For a brief moment, Jason felt overwhelmed with the feeling of being so understood, of being so known.

He breathed shakily against Roy's lips, heating with a flush that trailed down his chest and maybe even made his tummy pink. Without pulling away, he immediately started flexing his fingers in a restrained hold, groping the thickened flesh with curious appreciation. Jesus, they'd gotten bigger. It was a proper handful now, taking up so much of Jay's big palms. And fuck, if that didn't go directly to his dick. His breath stuttered against his boyfriend's lips again, and he felt even more of his resolve crumble.

Slowly, keeping his hand exactly where it was, he pulled back from Roy's lips, the trail of spit between them stretching with the distance before swinging back against the archer's chin. Jay ignored it, choosing instead to look deep into his love's eyes. Locked on each other, both silently gauging the situation, Jason decided to test his luck a bit. Hand still against Roy's pec, his index and thumb trailed inwards toward each other, closing in around his nipple through his top. Grabbing the nub in a tight hold, he pinched down on the bundle of nerves, watching how his boyfriend's breath hitched and eyes grew wide before they softened, a low groan and swear passing his lips. As the pressure persisted, he hissed, eyes looking to Jason in desperation. For what? Neither were sure. Definitely not for him to stop. After a few beats, Jason released the hold, smoothing over the warm skin to soothe it, watching how his boyfriend bit softly into his lip, trying not to moan at the action. It felt so raw and foreign but…good. Really good.

There was definitely some talking to do, definitely things that needed to be said before they engaged. But, a living room wasn't the best spot for that.

"Bedroom?"

Jason asked, palm still soothing the skin. Roy nodded immediately, almost giddy.

"Bedroom."

They started moving instantly, breaking contact to rush away to the hidden, private space. There was laughter in the air as they walked, a giddiness that filled them. When they reached the room, Roy was quick to grab Jason by the waist, spinning him around to face him. The sharpness of the movement almost gave his boyfriend whiplash, but he was quickly soothed by lips finding his skin. Kisses on his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, down his neck, all while the archer skillfully guided them to the bed, helping his lover to ease onto the sheets.

They let the connection trail on for a few minutes, pressing their lips to hot skin, following trails down each other's upper body until time stretched in a way that made the unaddressed tension weigh down on them. Jason felt those prickles under his skin at the base of his neck, and knew that if this went unaddressed any longer, he was going to snap. Breathing in Roy's heat one last time, laying one last kiss to his lips, he pulled back, sitting up and looking at his boyfriend with a softened gaze, cupping his face tenderly.

The red head felt the shift, and smiled back to him reassuringly, holding his hand against his face with intertwined fingers, turning to kiss his boyfriend's palm.

"So, I guess you've caught onto some…stuff that's been going on."

Jason breathed, trying to swallow down the ever growing lump in his throat. Roy nodded, keeping his hand on Jay's.

"I have." He confirmed. "I didn't want to press or anything in case it was a bit sensitive, but…it's been hard to not address the elephant in the room."

He chuckled, slowly dropping their locked fingers on the bed, his boyfriend breathing out a sigh.

"Yeah."

Jay trailed, looking off to the opposite wall of the bedroom. His boyfriend ran his thumb over his knuckles, keeping a kind expression on his face.

"Hey, you can tell me what's up. This is a judgment free zone, and not in a 'you're actually secretly in trouble' way." He teased, placing a hand under his jaw so they could hold eye contact once more. Beautiful pools of green met each other, like two Monet painting face to face, explosions of vibrant verdant tones. "What's been going on, Jaybird?"

And god, that nickname still made him weak, scrambling his brain in just the right ways. Jason took a deep breath, his hand slipping out of Roy's grip as he scrubbed his eyes in frustration. How to put words to this? How to explain what had been going on? It felt insurmountable, and so goddamned embarrassing. He mulled over how to go about it, what words to say in what order. Once he settled on the first few, he returned his hand to its rightful spot, holding Roy's.

"So, there's kinda this thing that I notice around this time of year. Or well, I notice it whenever it happens to you, but like, it's more common this time of year."

He started to explain, keeping his eyes down on the mattress. It was always easier for him to talk that way, without the pressure of seeing his lover's face, seeing how he'd react. He spared a glance up, though, to see Roy smiling encouragingly at him, taking that as his queue to continue.

"You…you gain weight around the holidays, I've noticed. And I don't want you to think that's a bad thing, like at all. I actually find it really hot. Not you gaining weight, but like, what the weight represents?"

He kept his eyes down as he explained, touching on everything from his childhood, to knowing what it meant for Roy to gain back weight and muscle mass after everything, how he knew how bone thin his mother became, and how it would've been nice to see that change in her. He touched on how he didn't want to look at the change in a fetishistic light, but that he just couldn't help but find Roy, his Roy, so beautiful and handsome in this state of comfort and support. And that it was him that had him like that. Him that got to see his boyfriend in this state. Him that got to be the one that domesticated Roy Harper, that kept him home and made sure he had the best meals. The one that washed his work clothes and argued with him over what carpet looks best in their living room. The one that he shared a bed with, and will relish him grinding his hard cock against (or inside) him, and gets to hear his praises of how pretty he is beneath him. And to see the physical manifestation of that? It was the hottest thing Jason could imagine.

Roy listened patiently, nodding along to his words, that soft, content expression never leaving his lips. Once he knew that Jay was done with his mini rant, he continued to hold his hand, smiling those crooked teeth at him.

"Well, you've sure been carrying a lot." He smiled, running a hand over Jason's. "Jaybird, while I appreciate the caution surrounding the topic, I need you to know that your interest doesn't bother me." He scooted closer, gently holding his boyfriend's face. "In fact, I'm glad that you find me hot like this. I love how fucking feral you get about me when I pack a few pounds on."

He chuckled. Jason's eyes expanded, like he couldn't believe what his love was saying.

"Really?"

He asked, big eyes locked on Roy's. His boyfriend nodded.

"Really."

Jay sighed in relief, a small smile finding his face.

"I was worried you were going to get upset." He breathed through a chuckle. "Like I was getting off to an insecurity."

Roy chuckled along with him, shrugging.

"Nah, y'know I'm not like that." He sighed. "I honestly was just worried that you were avoiding me cause it was getting to be too much for you, like I was more than you'd be into with how hands off you've been."

He continued in a jokey tone. Jay's eyes darkened briefly, hand reaching out to hold Roy's.

"Never." His voice dripped in honesty. "You hear me, you never would be. I don't care what you look like. I'm going to think you're beautiful no matter what you look like, no matter what."

He almost growled. While something in the archer's eyes softened at the confirmation, a sleazy grin did find its way to his lips.

"You're hot when you're assertive, y'know that?"

Jay rolled his eyes, pushing him away as he laughed.

After a bit of giggling, their mouths found each other once more, kissing languidly as they finally basked in tension free connection. Roy had pulled his boyfriend over him, laying back against their pillows as they kissed (Jason had to pretend that having Roy easily drag him over his body so easily didn't make him light headed with want.). Jay's hands wandered on him appreciatively, not stopping in any particular place, but feeling along Roy's chest, his stomach, his arms, his thighs, fuck, his ass. It was all so hot, feeling soft skin that had firmness buried underneath it. His cock was throbbing with how quickly it was coming to mass. Roy himself was letting himself relax in the grip, feeling so content knowing his Jaybird was finally getting his fill. It was a bit odd, being the center of attention for once, not the one guiding the scene, but he wasn't going to complain.

Jason pulled away to pant against Roy's lips, nuzzling at his nose. The red head hummed, wrapping his arms around his lover.

"So this is what you've been thinking about? Getting to touch up on me?"

He breathed, smile ever present on his face. Jay blushed, looking up to Roy with big, blown out eyes. His lips were slick and already swollen, making his look hungry, desperate for something.

"Well, not exactly." He mumbled, focusing on his fingers trailing the man below him's chest. "I had this…idea."

Roy's interest was piqued instantly. It wasn't often his love shared certain fantasies of his, usually he'd be very open about what he'd want and what boundaries surrounded that, but when it was something trivial to him like a scenario he wanted to set up or a position he wanted to try, he'd freeze up. So for him to not only express something that turned him on, but also something he'd clearly been mulling over for a while (if the stares Roy had endured said anything about it), was a feat within itself. Keeping himself as chill as he could on the outside (like he was luring in a stray cat), Roy leaned in and nodded.

"You wanna tell me about this idea, baby?"

He asked in the sexy tired drawl, knowing it would drive Jason crazy. With a blush that went down under his shirt, he nodded.

"I was thinking…y'know how I don't really have a gag reflex?"

The question hung in the air for a moment, letting Roy adjust to the ringing in his ears as he processed it. He did know, knew very well how useful that particular skill was. It was always a beautiful sight to behold, when Jay would take the initiation to suck his cock. The archer wasn't usually one to request it, far more interested in making his boyfriend feel good than to allow himself the opportunity to lean back and enjoy. But sometimes, Jason would drop to his knees, or push him back on the bed, and easily take him to the hilt. Roy would melt at the memories, thinking about how his length would make such a pretty bulge in his boyfriend's throat.

Remembering he was asked a question, the red head nodded, silently urging his lover to continue.

"Well…" Jason started, fiddling with the bedspread. "I was thinking that you could, like, use that to your advantage?"

He asked. And while that did sound incredibly hot, Roy was a bit confused by the meaning.

"Whaddya mean, Jaybird?" He hummed, watching how Jay's face twisted up, knowing he was dreading having to actually say what he wanted. They'd still need to work on that. With a soft sigh, Roy held his hand tighter. "Baby, I wanna give you whatever you want, but you gotta tell me what it is so I can do that."

He soothed. His boyfriend's expression pinched in on itself, before he took a deep breath.

"I want you to fuck my throat." He rushed out quickly. "Or face, or, whatever the fuck people say, you know what I mean."

Oh, Roy definitely knew.

It sent a warm shock through his body, tingly nerves trailing down his spine until they buzzed through his cock with interest. It was such an enticing idea, such a pretty picture being painted in his mind. But, just because it sounded good in theory didn't guarantee how it would play out in reality.

"Are you sure it wouldn't be too much?"

He asked, trying not to seem too excited at the idea as he confirmed his love would be ok (But just like Roy, Jay definitely had the same sixth sense for knowing when he was turned on.). He didn't mean the question maliciously, simply knowing that in the past they'd had to stop scenes due to Jay metaphorically biting off more than he could chew. His boyfriend nodded softly, his expression still a bit shy, but slowly blooming into want the more he thought about it.

"Yeah. I'm sure. We can always stop if things get too overwhelming, right?"

Roy nodded instantaneously.

"Of course, Jaybird."

With that idea settled on, the two got back into the flow of things. Jay settled himself in against Roy's chest as they kissed, lips gliding against each other in debauched harmony due to intimate familiarity, tongues connecting in a smooth drag and teeth settling in on sensitive places. Roy kept a firm grip on Jason's back, wanting to keep him in place as they made out. Always wanting his Jaybird near him. He stroked down his strong side, appreciating his form, loving the way he'd gasp and sigh against his lips. He could never describe just how into it he got when he had sex with Jay. The way every touch and sound and taste and smell became all encompassing. How he couldn't pull himself away, how long and drawn out he'd let things get because he was so numb to the outside world when engaged with his boyfriend, never wanting the ever flowing amount of good to stop.

After some minutes passed, the two pulled back a bit to catch their breaths, panting against each other's lips once more. As usual, the archer tried to take the opportunity to pull his love's shirt off over his head, but was stopped in his tracks. Jason placed his palm on Roy's chest, not letting him move any more.

"Let me take the lead." He breathed, pressing needy kisses to his neck. "Please?"

And while the red head's instincts were itching to take control of the scene, to be the one on top of Jason and feeling up his body appreciatively and finding all his sweet spots to make them sing in delight, he forced himself to take a deep breath and nod. If this is what his Jaybird wanted, he'd let him have it. He could always reestablish himself later.

"Yeah, handsome." He breathed, tucking his hands under his head. "Have at it."

And it was worth it to see that little smile. He watched idly as his boyfriend gripped the bottom of his worn out band tee, looking up at him expectantly. With an amused sigh, Roy stuck his arms up, letting the article be disposed of off the side of the bed. When he looked back up at his lover, the man seemed enraptured with the sight.

Jay's eyes became impossibly blown out, pupils eating up his iris' as he stared down at his boyfriend's topless form. His gaze trailed the length of his torso, up to his arms back to where they were folded under his head, and then his face, blushing to see him looking up at him. It made Jason dizzy, seeing such an amazing sight, and knowing he was being watched as he enjoyed it.

Without forcing himself to think it over, a nasty habit he hadn't quite kicked yet, he reached out and started appreciating the skin, diving forward onto Roy. His hands first found his biceps, kissing along his face and jaw as his fingers worked over the muscles, smiling against his skin as Roy "involuntarily" flexed for him.

"Really?"

He mumbled into him, hearing and feeling the warmth of a chuckle against his ear.

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about handsome."

He ignored the obvious flex (literally) to get back to the man before him. His lips moved from the side of his face to the muscled appendage, dragging soft kisses against the firm swell.

"You're so hot." He mumbled before switching to the other arm, showering it in affection as well. "Sexy and strong. When I watch you out on the field I loose my fucking mind. You know how many shots you've made me miss cause I was staring at you and that damn bow?"

He punctuated the sentence by biting softly into the skin, not enough to break it, not even enough to mark, but clearly soothing some innate urge the man had been holding onto. Roy groaned softly, unoccupied arm finding Jay's back.

"S'not my fault your spank bank needed material."

He said, breath stuttering as Jason licked over the area he'd just bit. He could feel his love following the shallow groove of a scar, his skin marred with the odd one. And while his weren't the same spectacle of grief as Jay's (especially the one taking up the centre of his chest), his love always made sure they were loved on. All he got in return to his comment was a brief hum, before he was being littered with kisses again.

Jason followed the swell of his biceps down, finding his way to his boyfriend's exposed chest. The way he was laying had his pecs sitting so pretty on display for him, thick expanses that he could get a pretty good handful of. They were gorgeous. The nipple he had been rough on some minutes before still sat pert, red from the force used. He couldn't leave it on its lonesome.

Jay sat up a bit, bringing his hands to Roy's chest, and cupping each of them in his palms. His love sighed below him, arching up softly into the hold as he was toyed with.

"God, and these. I'm always copping flack for my 'tits', but you've got a nice pair yourself, hmm?"

He breathed, closing the gap between his pointer and middle finger around the nipple he hadn't touched yet. Roy gasped softly below him, smile stretching as his arch deepened.

"I did peg you as a fan of my naturals, Jaybird."

He chuckled, making Jason break character for a moment and laugh.

"Can you stop for like, 5 seconds? I'm trying to make a point here."

He giggled, still pulling idly at his chest. Fingers buried in thick red hair, tugging gently on his love's nipples. Roy gasped softly before nodding.

"Sorry, it's been a while since I've been the one on my back."

He sighed, voice cracking when Jay squeezed harder. It had been a while since he'd been in such a vulnerable position.

"I'll let it slide, handsome. But no more running your tight five by me until we're done."

Jason released his grip to thumb over the nipples once more, coming down to mouth at the pecs appreciatively, nipping at him with his sharp teeth, earning gasps and low moans. Roy could hear mumbles of "So fucking hot" and "So lucky you're mine" under his boyfriend's breath, making both his heart and cock swell with warm blood. So early on and he already felt pampered. And from what he was feeling poking into his thigh, he knew his love was just as into it as he was.

The gentle touches grew more fervent, little nips becoming harsh sucks of hickeys into his skin, Jason pinching his nipples in earnest now. It took so much of Roy to not thrash at the sudden sharp pleasure, moaning openly at the onslaught of warm sparkles traveling through his nerves to settle nicely in his pelvis. Realizing he had thrown his head back sometime during the ordeal, he forced himself to look back down at Jason, catching his sharp eyes fixated on him. It made a blush spread through Roy's cheeks, joining that on his chest, experiencing the duality of attraction and embarrassment he had been putting his lover through doing the same thing to him, watching how he'd react to such intense pleasure. (Obviously, it wouldn't stop him from doing it in the future.).

Content with the state he'd left his chest in, Jay moved lower down Roy's body. Trailing kisses down his sternum and dragging his lips across his diaphragm, he settled on what had been plaguing him for weeks, the object of his desires, if you will. Roy Harper's exposed stomach, distended softly from a few months worth of good food and rest, lay before him unobstructed. Just looking at it felt perverse to him, to feel such strong waves of lust looking at something people usually want to hide, he'd never more felt like a deviant.

"Fuck." The word left his lips laced with feeling. "You're so fucking hot, Harper."

For the first time that evening, he hesitated, hands twitching at his side as he looked down at his boyfriend's tummy, clearly deep in thought. It was clear what he wanted, but a moment of clarity seemed to have washed over him as he took the expanse of his abdomen in. And for Roy, the man most committed to Jason Todd's enjoyment of, well, everything, that wouldn't do.

Easily, he moved his hands from where he'd (pinned them) rested them under his head, and gently took hold of Jason's wrists. Ignoring the startled look on his lover's face, he guided his hands to the tender pouch, watching them comfortably sink into the warm layer of fat. Milky skin covered in freckles and body hair poked out from between the spaces his fingers made, the firm press of abs still existing, just under the new layer he'd donned.

"There." Roy hummed, looking up and smiling at his lover. "I meant it when I said 'have at it', I don't care what you do, I just want you to touch me."

Any argument Jason might've had died on his tongue at the explicit consent he was given, his mind melting as heady waves of arousal took over. The world seemed to dull even more, as he finally flexed his fingers, and gently squeezed the soft belly below his hands. His breath shuddered slightly, and he was instantly comforted by Roy stroking his side.

"You have no idea how happy you make me, Jaybird." Roy started, leaning up a bit to kiss at Jay's jaw. "How excited I get knowing I get to come home to you, that each night I get a meal cooked by you, that I get to sleep in the same bed as you. It's all so good because it's with you." He reached upwards, gently holding Jason's cheek, making him look him in the eye. "And I love that you love that too, that you love me too. All of me."

The moment, while clearly debauched and lewd due to their positions and the fact they were both sporting raging erections, filled Jason with a comforting warmth, his boyfriend's sweet words taking away the edge of his more undesirable emotions. It felt so them, to have such a gentle and loving moment in the middle of some freaky sex, always being off from what was considered the norm of "healthy" relationships. They wouldn't want it any other way.

"I love you too."

He mumbled, before leaning forward and melting into another kiss. Just a soft press of lips, not a mess of tongue and teeth but a moment of pure adoration between the two. Sentimental, almost.

But Jay's growing desire couldn't be ignored.

He sat back, pulling away from Roy to continue his trail, kissing down his boyfriend's body. He kissed along his stomach, following the line of his thick happy trail as he nosed the heated skin. Unable to stop himself, he left small love bites and hickeys in his wake, pressing his face into the pudge, even going as far as to lick along stripes of hair in pure lust for the body below him. All the while, his eyes, softened with a tender adoration, stayed locked on Roy, making sure he wasn't upset by any of it.

Obviously, he was not. In fact, he seemed desperately into it, fingers lacing in Jay's hair not to guide him or pull him back, but to keep his bangs out of the way, so he could see his full expression as he indulged in what he had so obviously been craving for weeks. Both sharing a realization of how perfect they were for each other (and how well they understood each other's hedonistic desires).

As Jay sank lower and lower towards the pushed down band of Roy's pajama pants, his movements became lighter and lighter, like he was trying to focus on thoughts being formed. His fingers toyed with the waist band, slowly looking up to his lover before his eyes trailed back down, looking at the bulge in his pants.

For a moment, Roy held his breath. While he knew it was unlikely with how far they’d come, it was still possible that Jay wasn't as into this fantasy as he had thought, and could possibly second guessing things. And, as into everything as he was, Roy wasn't going to let things continue if his boyfriend was uncomfortable. His eyes stayed glued on Jason, watching his face for every micro reaction, ready to pull the plug on everything the moment he sensed any sort of discomfort.

Instead of seeming to want to back out, his Jaybird's features seemed to have settled, his mind content with whatever he'd been mulling over. He watched as his love pressed a few more kisses to his skin, before sitting back on his knees. Sitting up, he looked to Roy almost cautiously.

"I have an idea…of something I wanna do."

He said, eyes not quite focusing on the other man. Roy nodded, stroking down Jason's side.

"Ok." He smiled, looking at his boyfriend with so much love. "What's your idea?"

Wordlessly, the man started pushing himself backwards, slinking himself down Roy's body. Past his stomach, past his bulge, down his legs, continuing to move backwards while holding eye contact. He shuffled down the bed until he reached the edge, unobstructed by a base board. From there, he turned around, stepping onto their bedroom floor before sinking down until all his boyfriend could see was the back of his head (all done without a word.).

Roy sat baffled for a moment, before he realized Jason was kneeling on the ground at the edge of the bed, looking over his shoulder at him expectingly. Being able to put two and two together, the realization hit Roy in a way he wasn't expecting. While yes that series of events was extremely funny to witness, it also settled something warm in his guts, taking in the position he'd be in, and how him being on his knees meant he immediately expected Roy to follow.

Just, fuck.

The red head stood slowly, stretching his back and legs until he felt that satisfying pull and pop, a low groan passing his lips. Jason chuckled, shifting around a bit awkwardly.

"Alright grandpa, let's get a move on."

He teased. Roy rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow before he approached him.

"I gave you a pass for whatever the fuck that was, Jaybird. You can let me stretch."

He joked in return. It was Jay's turn to roll his eyes, trying to conceal a soft blush. He did have a habit of just doing things without really voicing them, which usually led to his lover trying to deduce what was expected from him from context clues (worlds greatest detective family meant their partners had to be pretty good at deducing too.). Luckily, Roy always had him, even in moments like these. He was kindly handed a soft pillow for him to kneel on.

After tucking it under his knees, Jason sat back to look up at Roy, his want clear on his face. It sent a warm, tingly feeling through the archer's pelvis, seeing his love in such a submissive position, looking up to him with devotion and love and want in his eyes. It stirred feelings from deep within his chest, both big and small, easy to tackle and things that would make him cry from just thinking about them too long. Putting that to the side for now (he had a job to do, of course.), he moved until he stood directly in front of Jason, his love now eye level with his clothed bulge. Instinctively, he thread his fingers through the thick black waves, pushing the white streak back until the strands smoothed into a slick style. His Jaybird hummed appreciatively, eyes fluttering closed as they both basked in the moment.

After a few beats of just allowing themselves to be with each other, Roy spoke up in that voice, the low, commanding timbre that was equally comforting and laced with authority.

"What do you say when it's too much, or you need out."

He asked, fingers flexing slightly in Jay's hair. Not enough to pull or even grip him, but enough to remind him of his place. The question made that dynamic all the more real in this moment.

"Stop."

He breathed, shuddering as the words climbed up his chest.

From here, he had the perfect angle of Roy's delicious frame. The way that his imposing, changed form became more obvious to him. Looking up at his lover now, there was a swell of pudge in his eye line that usually wasn’t there, and thick thighs that came to either side of him, taking up more of his vision in a way that made his dick pulse with need. While still (partially) clothed, Roy exuded such a raw and overwhelming sex appeal that made Jason fucking giddy, excited to be at his lover's disposal, a desperate urge building inside him to be good for him.

Keeping his eyes locked on Roy's, he gently raised his hands, bringing them back to the waist band.

"Can I?"

He asked in a small voice, watching how his lover's own eyes took him in, holding an intensity that was making his brain feel hazy.

"Yeah, you can."

With clear permission, Jason tugged the plaid pants down, leaving Roy in his underwear.

The sight under them was magical.

The gray boxers he was sporting left little privacy, shadows and contours not hidden like when wearing darker colours. The full outline of his erect cock and heavy balls were lewd by themselves, but the darkened spot where his tip lay, demonstrating just how needy he was, made Jason feel all kinds of hot and bothered. His hands trailed up the long, strong legs before him, brushing over fuzzy red hair and more of the odd scar. They settled on the thick expanse of his love's thighs, gripping into the plush meat, dimpling the skin. Jason felt his face flush with excitement, and he gazed back up to his boyfriend in a silent plea.

Roy himself was starting to feel that frantic need, panting slightly as he watched Jay work. Eyes locking back on one another, seeing the desire clear in his, he gave his love a slight nod, not knowing exactly what he was agreeing to, but knowing it wouldn't be something he'd regret. Being given a hesitant yes, his Jaybird moved forward with some restraint.

He sat up on his knees as he tipped himself forward, keeping his eyes locked on Roy's as he pressed his face into the front of his boxers, nosing along the bulge before him. The sudden thrill of the contact made Roy's grip tighten involuntarily in his hair, but Jay didn't seem to mind, keening contently at the pressure. Hearing that, and keeping his eyes locked on his lovers, Roy pulled a bit harder, guiding the man in front of him to drag himself along his clothed cock.

Jason did so happily, mouthing at the clothed appendage, melting into the heady smell of his boyfriend. He wasn't as crazy for the scent of cock and bodily musk the way Roy was, but he couldn't deny that the warm and cloying scent did do something for him. He let himself be dragged back and forth along him, being spurred on by the pretty puffed out moans he was receiving, until he was brought to the tip. There, feeling the ridged head through the fabric, he tried to be seductive by licking at the sensitive bundle of nerve endings. Doing it once earned him a pretty sound, and going in again made Roy curse. But as he tried to open his mouth and take in more of it, his love gently thrust his hips forward in tandem, pushing too much of that slightly harsh material past his lips at once for his brain to handle. The feeling of wet cotton against his tongue and the inside of his cheeks was truly awful. He tugged against Roy's grip, making muffled "nuh uh" sounds to voice his dislike of the sensation. Luckily for him, his boyfriend had fast reflexes, and let go of his grip to let him pull back.

"Sorry."

Roy panted, smoothing his hair down once more. Jason shook his head, moving his tongue around the inside of his mouth to get rid of the fuzzy feeling.

"S'ok, maybe it's our cue to take them off?"

He smiled, once recovered. Roy chuckled at the 180, but was happy to oblige.

Jay helped pull the underwear off, fingers fitting easily under the elastic band of them. Tugging them down his love's legs, he almost jumped at the way Roy's pink cock bobbed up into his eyeline. With so much leading up to this, so much hype in his mind for the main event, he was a bit shocked to be in the reality of it. But to see Roy, hard for him, so clearly wanting, it made his insides flip, and his own cock jump with his arousal. Swollen with want, tip glistening with sticky precum from just how into this entire thing he was, it was clear that Roy hadn't been offended by or an unwilling participant in his fascination, nor what had taken place in this scene so far. To know that his lover wasn't just idly supportive but actively enjoying himself, made Jason feel all sorts of things (mostly aroused, though).

The sight of him made everything so much better. His belly hung nicely above his cock, Jason's previous ministrations still bruising the skin. The area surrounding his dick, however, had also softened slightly, and while obstructed by a thick layer of fiery pubic hair, it still made Jay's ears ring with want. His brain had become complete and utter mush, and he barely could comprehend the way he was moving to help Roy get his clothes out of the way. With himself bent over, the red head also helped him out of his own shirt, with a drawl of "Don't leave me on my lonesome Jaybird, I wanna see that pretty bod of yours." (Which he definitely didn't feel crazy about.) With everything in its place, Jason sat back on his knees, ready.

Roy, for his part, adjusted how he was standing to be more sturdy, looking to avoid toppling over from basic movement. He wanted to make sure he could move freely to fulfill what his Jaybird wanted from him, but also ensure that he wouldn't hurt him accidentally from his carelessness. He knew himself well enough to know he'd succumb to the pleasures of his boyfriend's mouth. With a thigh bracketed on either side of Jason's head, he shuffled forward, his erect cock right in front of his lover's face. As if sensing his unease with his balance, Jay spoke in a lust rocked voice.

"Lean forward and place your hands on the mattress, if you feel like you might fall."

His voice got breathy near the end, as he eyed up the reddened erection before him. Roy nodded, smiling down to him, petting through his hair one last time.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you'd planned all this out, handsome."

He breathed, watching as Jason peered up at him with wide eyes.

"Good thing you know better."

With that, he leaned forward, eyes still on Roy's, as he took the red head's cock into his mouth.

The warm, wet heat of his tip being swallowed, head choked by soft lips wrapping around it, sent stars to Roy's eyes, his spine tingling with the electrifying feeling running through his nerves. He panted out a soft "Fuck" as he adjusted to the onslaught of pleasure the simple movement caused. If having his cock head just passed his love's lips was doing this to him, he shuddered to think how it would feel down his throat.

Since this was something they'd never done before (and since it had been a while since Jason had sucked him off at all), Roy didn't immediately dive head first into thrusting in and out of Jay. That would just be a recipe for disaster, most likely overwhelming him at the jump, and ending all ideas or attempts in regards to the fantasy. So, he braced himself, allowing for his Jaybird to move at his own pace. Once he'd get the go ahead, a look or a verbal ask, then he'd start thrusting his hips (What he was absolutely not planning to do was to grip Jason's head in any way and move him along himself. He knew he wasn't that selfish, and wouldn't expect Jay to be that giving.)

On the floor, Jason was already melting at the heavy feeling of Roy on his tongue. Even that little bit, feeling the heft of his cock head, and taste the bitter saltiness of his skin and precum, it was magical, sending him into a hazy head space where all he wanted to do was make Roy feel good. Slowly, he pushed his head forward, dragging his lips along the smooth skin. He could feel the drag of his love's foreskin following his movements, being pushed back as he followed the length of his dick, feeling him twitch in interest. It was so raunchy, depraved in the best way, to be so familiar with how one's lover's sex felt, how it would react to your touch. He hoped he'd never forget the feeling of Roy Harper's cock, no matter where it was on or in him.

His slow, languid movements made the red head groan, hands tightening around nothing, trailing up his body to tuck into his hair briefly, feeling the fly away’s that had sneaked out of his pony tail.

"God damn, Jay, baby."

He moaned, looking back down to see Jason taking him further and further, before pulling back and moving forward again, all while looking up at him with those big, loving eyes. There was no way Roy was getting out of this without having his brain sufficiently rocked from all this.

With the sizable length he was dealing with, it wasn't long before Jay was having to adjust himself, tilting his head a bit and relaxing his tongue and throat to allow for the appendage easy entrance. Luckily for him and his innate ability, he didn't have to worry about him gagging getting in the way of anything. Still, he had to prepare himself to start breathing through his nose, and to keep his jaw steady. Slowly, he took more and more of Roy in as he moved back and forth on his cock, briefly looking forward to see how it glistened with his spit. With one last pull back, taking a moment to suck in a deep breath, he pushed himself forward, moving at a snails pace along the entire thing to take it all down, moving until his nose was pressing into Roy's lower tummy, and his bottom lip was brushing the root of him.

While this wasn't new for the couple, Roy couldn't help that low groan that passed his lips, hand coming to just rest on top of Jason's head.

"Holy shit, Jason!"

He whined, his cock twitching in the firm grip. It was so tight and warm, feeling the slight contraction the muscles gave at his intrusion, the faint buzz of Jason humming contently. As quickly as he was enraptured by it, it slowly pulled itself away, Jay moving his head back so he could breath. Before Roy could process it, without a pause, he was being taken to the hilt again once more, Jason staring at him to get his reaction. It was nothing short of pure pleasure and enjoyment, Roy feeling like his legs were going to give out from how good it felt to have his cock so thoroughly serviced. As he tried to form words, gentle praises to give his lover, they died on his tongue as he was sucked in one last time, Jason adding the flourish of sticking his tongue out so he could lick along his the dimpled skin of his balls, sending Roy's whole nervous system into a tingly mess of rapture.

Jay pulled off after the third time, gasping a shaky breath, his lips covered in spit, webs of saliva attaching him to his beloved's cock. His eyes watered softly, not quite tears, but still needing a moment to blink them away. He sucked in as much air as he could, fully ready to dive back onto the appendage, but was stopped. Roy held his head in place, panting softly.

"One second." He breathed, pushing Jay's bangs back, stroking his head lovingly. "You're so fucking good at that baby, I just need a minute."

Jason respected the boundary, hands coming up to stroke Roy's thighs.

"You ok?"

He asked, voice hoarse. Roy chuckled breathlessly.

"I should be asking you that." He hummed, threading his fingers through his hair, looking down at him lovingly. "I'm fine, I just don't want this to be over too soon." The admission made his love blush with pride, knowing how quickly he could get his boyfriend worked up. "Are you ok?"

Without thought, Jason was nodding.

"Yeah, I am." He swallowed a bit, before continuing. "I want you to do what I asked earlier. Now that I know I can take it."

He urged, reminding Roy of what they had agreed upon. As much as his brain was dying to ask if he was sure, to ensure Jay would be alright with something intense like that, he simply nodded, adjusting his stance again. He didn't want Jason to think he was questioning his decision. He was an adult, and they had things in place to communicate if anything was wrong.

"Ok…yeah…you'll tap my leg three times if you need me to stop, alright?"

Jason nodded, earning a soft tug to his hair. Right, verbal agreements.

"Yes."

With breaths caught and an understanding between them, Jason braced himself against Roy's thighs, hands planted against the wide expanses happily, looking up to him expectingly. It sent a trill up his spine, seeing him ready to take whatever he would be given. He'd always felt that seeing his Jaybird in such submissive positions was something holy, to be the one to witness him step outside of those built up walls of harshness and be willing to put down his guard for him. It was something to be treated with reverence. Taking his time, he clutched himself in a firm grasp, holding his cock out to let Jay get comfortable in front of it. His love opened his mouth, adjusting himself so he'd be able to keep his throat open, gaze switching from the heavy heat between Roy's legs and back up to his eyes, waiting patiently. With a breath, the red head mentally prepped, knowing the risks and the rewards, before placing his tip back on Jason's tongue.

The velvety warmth surrounded him once more, making his centre tighten with the rush of sparks that flew through him. He kept his pace slow, inching slowly into the blazing heat with a skilled restraint. Jason's mouth was heavenly, something that would twist and turn and spit fire but also would love on him in all the ways it could. To be given permission to use it for his own fulfillment made him lightheaded. Once about half way in, he pulled back, not wanting to go all the way instantly. As exciting as it was, he didn't want to rush this, keeping his love's comfort in mind. But also, selfishly, he wanted to savour this, not knowing when his Jaybird might be up to it again.

He continued his shallow thrusts a few times, groaning openly with each roll of his hips. It felt similar to the usual amazingness of Jason's blow jobs, but with the added control on his end, being able to keep his own pace and slow down on his tender areas, it felt all that more wonderful, his sensitive dick buzzing with ecstasy, balls contracting as he moved. That added with the way Jason just kept looking at him, eyes filled with such warmth, it was filling his head with all sorts of nice thoughts and feelings. He made sure to pet through his hair, whispering soft praises through the whole thing, rewarding him for his submission and willingness to prioritize Roy's pleasure.

"You're so fucking pretty like that Jaybird." He growled, pushing his hips a little further. "Swallowing my cock so well, so handsome on your knees for me."

Jason, for his part, was feeling himself become dumb on Roy's prick, his brain and body feeling weightless as he steadied his breathing through his nose. While he was being taken easy on, it still felt so gratifying to be so useful to his boyfriend, to be used as something that was making him feel nice, and to be recognized for it so kindly. Even when debased to something like this, expecting himself to be used as a fuck toy, Roy never stopped making him feel loved and cherished and treated with humility, making it known that he was appreciated for what he was doing. It made it feel all the more better, to not just be treated as something worth fucking, but as a person that Roy adored having the honour to fuck. That thought sent more warm ripples of sparkling pleasure run through him, pooling in his pelvis.

"You treat me so well, gorgeous. Always making sure I'm taken care of, so fucking good."

Slowly, each thrust of Roy's hips bucking forward started to push his cock further and further into Jason's mouth, more of himself being swallowed down. With the mind numbingly good pleasure running through him, Roy felt himself start to lose balance, just as the man before him had predicted (He attributed it to being a loss of muscle strength in his core from his time of rest, an unprecedented casualty.). As he finally, finally, breached down into Jay's throat, feeling his nose just brush along his lower stomach, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself upright and not end up falling, with how amazing that constricting warmth felt. So, he took his love's advice.

Which, in retrospect, seemed to be a part of his perverse master plan.

By having Roy plant himself forward on the bed, it closed up the space that existed between the two. With Jason being in between both his lover's body and the mattress, the closing of this gap caused him to effectively be sandwiched between the two, the red head’s body pinning him against it. Which meant, in turn, that Jason's face was pressed against Roy's lower half. His thighs squished into his jaw, his stomach now pushing into his nose, eyes and forehead, engulfing his face in the warmth of his body, all while his cock was still buried in his mouth.

Roy didn't realize this at first, brain thoroughly scrambled from his dick being loved on so kindly, enraptured in the addicting feeling, head thrown back in ecstasy. It wasn't until he ended up looking back down and only being able to see the top of Jason's head that he realized the situation he'd put his lover in.

"Shit, Jay!"

He whined, both from stimulation and anxiety. His immediate thoughts were telling him to push himself up and off of him, to give him more space, until he felt the faint buzzing surrounding his cock. It wasn't panicked cries of wanting him off, hell, he wasn't even trying to push his legs away. No, they were moans. Sounds of euphoria as he was finally where he'd been longing to be. His hands were gripping Roy tighter, almost trying to pull him in further, head tilted forward as he pressed himself harder into the pin, absolutely loving being (unintentionally) dominated into place with his weight, basking in the lewd pressure.

In Jason's mind, he was on cloud nine, living the fantasy he'd been dreaming about for weeks. Roy had him squished up against him, his soft parts encompassing all his senses. The pressure on his face, feeling every breath and contraction from the abs below the fat against him, the way Roy's thighs and stomach repeatedly bumped back into his head, keeping him in place, topped off by the ever present taste and weight of Roy on his tongue, he'd found the holy grail, what life was truly about, his heaven on earth, etc. He could feel his boxers getting sticky with precum, cock jumping and tightening in pure horniness, but couldn't even bother trying to fulfill himself, too wrapped up in all the good it was making him feel. So of course, he was moaning so sweetly on Roy's dick, making his enjoyment known so he wouldn't stop.

With all the context clues he'd needed, and not feeling any sort of tapping on his leg, Roy felt himself absolutely lose it. Legs shaking as those waves of lustful pleasure rolled through him, half spurred on from the mentality of how into this fucking scene he was, seeing Jason so content, but also from how good he felt fucking himself into his throat.

"God dammit Jaybird, you fucking like that? Yeah? You were fucking made for my cock baby! You make me feel so fucking good!"

He moaned, hips snapping forward in a random pattern. He'd take a few shallow ones in a row to make sure Jason could breath, before fucking himself all the way in, feeling that low buzz that would vibrate through his tip at his love moaning on him. He'd feel the sharp press of his nose dig into his pubic bone when going that deep, feel the curl of Jay's fingers in his thighs, the drag on his nails. It was all so intoxicating, all that pleasure on top of knowing his boyfriend was getting off to him throwing his weight around. He'd never felt so much love pouring out of him, he'd never felt so loved and revered.

Jason himself was truly and utterly gone, no thoughts in his mind other than making sure his mouth stayed open, and timing his breaths properly. There was an ache starting in his jaw, blooming softly but not enough to make him want to stop, not when Roy was above him making the prettiest sounds, and pressing him into that warm, comforting place his body made over and over again. God, maybe he could convince him to fuck his face while laying down, have him pinned to the mattress, head held in place by his thick thighs, while he hammered himself into his mouth over and over again, practically sitting on his face. Now that was a thought.

He was already getting addicted to the repetitive fill and release of having his cock in and out of him, the feeling not as intrusive as he'd imagined. Nice, in a way. He tried to keep up his little tricks that he knew would make Roy feel good, sticking his tongue out and licking his balls on those deep thrusts in, hollowing out his cheeks when he's just fuck his mouth, but it was getting hard to keep focus and time things right, too caught up in how good the pressure of being pinned and used felt.

Roy, himself, was barely holding on. Moans and cries and whimpers leaving his lips, soft praises slurring on his tongue. He wasn't sure he could find words outside of "Oh fuck~" and "So good baby", well, besides whimpered calls of his love's name (and every variation of it.). Slowly, the roll of his hips were becoming more erratic, rhythm lost as he felt everything tighten slightly. He felt those spikes of pleasure, those sparks of want that stood out and contracted everything, starting to grow and grow, the edge becoming close and closer. His hands had fisted the sheets long ago, but now, he felt he could tear them apart. But, he knew what he needed to be able to push himself there, to actually get himself to cum.

Using whatever strength he could muster while his soul was being sucked out through his dick, he made himself stand back up again, a hand finding the top of Jason's head. He gripped a fistful of hair, leaning back a bit to finally get eyes on his face again. When their eyes finally connected once more, Roy was enamoured by the sight. Jason, face blotchy, covered in drool and sweat (a mixture of both of theirs), looked at him with blown out, fuzzy eyes, barely able to focus on him. His eyelids blinked slow and heavy, fingers gripping him so hard he'd left angry lines across the pale skin.

"Shit baby, you're so fucked out on my cock, huh?"

The words barely passed his lips before Roy was hissing with emotion, watching and feeling as Jason pushed himself forward and throated all of his dick down, trying to nuzzle himself further onto it, nose and cheeks pressed harshly into his pubic area. He felt the electric buzz of a loud moan, and Jason swallowed around him.

That sight, pure wanton lust for him, for his cock, for his body, for him, didn't just send him over the edge, but threw him.

He felt his peak hit him quickly, his balls tightening as those hot spikes of heady pleasure took over, sending his head into a light headed, hazy place. He had just enough wherewithal to realize that Jason probably wouldn't like him shooting ropes of hot cum down his throat, and immediately acted. He used the hand in his hair to pull him off, his other coming to hold his cock as the first spurts of his spent landed on Jay's still outstretched tongue. Overshooting, though, meant Roy had pulled out more than he intended, working himself over as he climaxed, spurting loads of cum all over Jason's face. Both were shocked, Jason more so than Roy, but they both melted into the moment as Roy finished with a string of expletives and praises and beautiful fucking sounds, the man below him also keening in a fucked out delight at the feeling. The rolling waves of Roy's orgasm crash over and over again through his body, practically shaking as he shoots load after load, euphoria in each ripple running through him. The red head jacked himself off to completion while his lover licked his tip clean, until his body was seizing with each drag of his fist, and his Jaybird was covered in his love.

The moment stretched for a beat, with Roy panting to catch his breath and rest. But, when he looked back down at Jason, looking so debauched and content while his face was painted with cum, he couldn't help himself. Without hesitation, the archer dropped to his knees to join him on their bedroom floor, kissing him passionately despite the mess. He didn't care, couldn't come up with a single fuck to give, not when Jay looked so pretty and had done all that for him. Pulling away slowly, not caring of what was on his face, nor the taste of himself on his tongue, Roy dragged his fingers along his love's features, collecting the spent. When he'd had enough coating them, he slowly coaxed it to Jason's lips, pushing it into his mouth, watching in fascination as he desperately sucked the digits clean. Jay moaned softly around them, still in a state of being fucked out and wanting to please his lover, but also seeking his own fulfillment in tasting his orgasm. It was hedonistic and raw, and made Roy's already milked cock twitch in interest. He'd be thinking about this for weeks.

When he was mostly clean, the only cum left on his face being the thin sheen of it that had been smeared around, Jason started to come out of the scene. Roy slowly pulled his fingers from his mouth, taking them to his own to suck them the rest of the way clean of the mixture of spit and cum, before he dropped his hand to his lap, chuckling in disbelief.

"Holy shit, Jaybird."

He panted. Jason went to respond with a similar astonishment, but could only manage a small smile, too uncomfortable with the slowly drying fluid on his face to think of what to say. Luckily, Roy could tell almost immediately, knowing his boyfriend so well, and got up quickly to help remedy the situation.

Returning with a pack of baby wipes (having a child who was prone to having sticky hands meant they kept them everywhere.), Roy instantly got to work helping clean Jason off, wiping down his features until he was fresh faced (literally.).

"There." He mumbled once finished. "Better?"

Jason smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, better."

His voice was so fucked out, hoarse and sandpaper rough, and all it did was endear Roy to him even more.

The red head took a moment to clean his own face up, tossing both used wipes into a nearby trash. Sitting back on his hip, he looked to Jason, catching his eye, seeing that same look of wonder and adoration as he'd seen when he was on his knees. It made Roy blush a bit, caught off guard by the pureness behind the gaze, by being adored no matter what he's doing. But as his eyes drop out of coyness, they catch on the sizable mass in his lover's pants, reminding him that there's a score to settle. He needed to make Jason cum as hard as he did, like, yesterday.

Dragging his eyes back up to his lover's, his mouth easily curled itself into that sleazy smile he couldn't help but sport, scooting himself closer to Jason.

"Hey."

He purred in a low tone, wanting to ease them back into things slowly. Of course, Jay immediately caught his drift, a blush rising in his cheeks as he knew what was about to happen. Roy could never keep his hands off him for too long, could never leave him hanging, especially after it had been his turn to be loved on.

"Hi."

He smiled, his boyfriend just inches from his face. With a familiarity the two couldn't help but share, they easily slotted against each other, mouths finding each other in a gentle press. Jason's eyes fluttered closed, his lips swollen from being used, soothed against the warmth of Roy's. Exhausted from holding himself up, he slumped against the other's body, letting himself be held as he languidly kissed his lover, putting up no fight as the archer's tongue piercing passed the seam of his lips, and started exploring his mouth. His own started tracing the muscle, laving over Roy's tongue in his mouth, the connection seeming chaste in comparison to what they'd just done.

With him lax and pliant, Roy started collecting Jason's body in his arms, caressing his waist, and then maneuvering him so he'd have his legs straddling his hips, the red head's arms securing him. He put up no fight, probably expecting Roy to finish him off here on the floor. But that wouldn't do for Harper. Jason couldn't do all that for him, bruise his throat with Roy’s cock, and not get to climax in the comfort of a bed. As if he were picking up a pet, or even his daughter, Roy moved with practiced ease, standing while holding Jason against him, chuckling into his mouth as he heard him gasp at suddenly being hoisted into the air. He scrambled slightly for purchase, gripping onto his boyfriend tightly, as he got them to a sturdy, standing position. Spinning around, Roy held Jason tight as he threw the two of them back onto the bed, his love pulling away in shock as he landed on top of him.

And while yes it was a bit of a surprise to be picked up so easily, it also was super fucking hot to witness such a casual showing of strength.

But now, laid atop Roy Harper, looking down at him in all his naked glory, Jason felt the prickle of his own lust, realizing the lewdness of the tableau. With his hands planted once again on the plush of Roy's chest, straddling his thighs, being looked up at in pure appreciation, for what he'd done, for who he is, it made him dizzy with a want yet addressed. Roy smiled up at him, face awfully fond.

"Do you want to cum?"

He asked, tone as non-judgmental as he could muster. Jason did, on the occasion, have no interest in fulfilling himself during sex, participating as a means to only seek out the sensation of it by making Roy feel good (which, the other also tended to do, more often than Jason, really.). But right now, all that was on his mind was to finally orgasm.

"Yeah, I do." He nodded, panting softly. "Please."

Roy reached up, cupping Jason's face to pull him back down into a heated kiss. He followed easily, stretching himself out across his boyfriend's naked body below him, allowing himself the privilege of sinking into him and fanning out, like a pad of butter on a hot skillet. His hands stayed perched on Roy's chest, fingers idly feeling out the expanse of his skin. It was nice, a comforting weight pressing all along his body, making the archer feel comforted after fighting for his life against that spectacular blow job. His arms wrapped around Jay's waist, holding him tight, hoping that he'd never have to let him go.

As they swapped spit, Jason moved sluggishly to be positioned better. Roy felt one of his thighs being knocked by a knee, and moved it out of the way without question, feeling Jay hum, satisfied, as he changed from straddling both of his thick thighs to just one of them. The strong muscle, only barely softened with repose, pressed itself against his still clothed crotch, eliciting a quiet noise from him, a barely there whimper at finally being touched. He had no hope or plans to last long, especially after living out his fantasy, especially after doing it with Roy. Getting to hear him make all those pretty sounds, knowing it was him that got him to make them, feeling so indulged but also accomplished from pleasing his lover, he could finally understand what Roy's whole deal was with taking care of him.

His hands trailed idly all along him, gripping onto his arms, chest, stomach, feeling up the pudge of his lover without hesitation, feeling at ease with his perversion. Roy didn't seem to mind at all, smiling into their kiss. Lips still locked together, tongues tracing each other’s without worry, grown accustomed to one another following their evening, Jason started to steadily roll his hips while mounted on Roy's thigh, bucking them forward against his bare skin. While his erection was still tucked away in his sweats, the simple stimulation with him so fucking turned on was putting that swirly starlight behind his eyes, and making him whine into Roy's mouth.

Picking up on what his Jaybird was doing, Roy let his hands trail down his back to take full handfuls of his ass, helping guide him into a steady rhythm. He could feel his love properly moaning against his lips, muffled sounds trailing off into soft whimpers when the grind would feel particularly good. And while Roy was sure that those slow drags of his clothed cock felt amazing, he was on a mission to give his love an equally brain numbingly good orgasm.

Pulling his head back slowly, his eyes fluttered open to a beautiful sight. Jason up in his face, lips spit slicked and parted, hair ruffled in a halo around his head, with features molded to his pleasured state. He puffed out soft moans as his eyes struggled to open, looking to Roy with pure adoration, looking at him like he'd hung the stars, kept the moon in orbit, and was the reason behind the sun shining every day. And Roy loved him for it. Getting him so sex drunk that he couldn't keep up the facade of neutrality, and couldn't stop himself from masking his devotion always made the archer's heart beat pick up. With a measured pace, a hand moved from where it was perched on his ass, to the front of his pants.

"Can I help you out handsome? Or do we want to keep this up?"

The question hung in the air for a moment. Being so acquainted with his boyfriend's preferences, Roy knew that there were times where Jason couldn't handle skin to skin, getting overwhelmed by having his oversensitive nerve endings toyed with in such an intense way. So, he'd prefer things like dry humping or stimulation through the clothes. Jay felt his pelvis dip at the question, so turned on by the thoughtfulness his love had for him. Slowing his movements down to collect himself enough, he answered.

"Y-yeah, you can touch me. Please, touch me."

He groaned through pants, completely gone. Roy did not have to be told twice, immediately pulling down the waist of his sweats and underwear to free his leaking cock, tucking them under his balls and below his ass, finally getting his hands on his lover's gorgeous dick.

With his new found access to the appendage, Roy ran a few lazy strokes along his cock, basking in Jason's low moans as he repeatedly stripped him. While his precum was enough for them to be able to manage it, the red head pulled his hand back to quickly spit in his palm, effectively lubing up his dick. The new wet warmth running along him made Jay whine a pretty sound, a low "fuck" passing his lips at Roy's thorough ministrations. Gliding a few more smooth strokes along him, feeling Jay try to thrust up into them, an idea came to mind. Something that would get him off while still getting to appreciate what had him so turned on in the first place.

Keeping him in hand, Roy moved his grip, and Jason's cock along with it, so that instead of him holding him in a closed fist, his sex was pinned between the red head's palm, and the soft skin of his thigh. Jason, who had looked down feeling the shift in pressure, felt something surge inside him, warm sparks trailing through his spine, making his cock twitch and leak, and his brain start to pour out of his ears.

"Holy shit, Harper!"

He groaned, using this new leverage to fuck forward into his love's hand. He had tucked his head and shut his eyes momentarily, too overwhelmed by how amazing it all felt, his arousal spurred on by the visuals, but was quickly brought back when he heard Roy speak.

"Yeah, is it better than you imagined, baby?"

He hummed, smiling as Jay's blurry eyes tried to focus on him. He nodded, loose and dumb and so lost in how amazing it felt.

"Yes, fuck, Roy! It's good!" He whined, hips jackhammering forward. "You're so hot, thank you, fuck, thank you!"

He babbled on as his hips continued working, Roy languidly stroking his hand in time.

"Wish you could see yourself, you're so fucking handsome Jaybird."

His low voice was doing things to Jason, making that surge deep in his body feel closer and closer.

Hanging his head once more, too tired to keep it up, Jason watched his cock work in and out of Roy's hold. As his cock head disappeared into his folds and Roy’s hand and reappeared as he fucked forward, it dragged a mess of glistening precum and spit all over the archer's thigh, his calloused fingers covered as well. It made it easier for him to move further and further up his legs, his tip pushing into the plush skin, dimpling it with his force. It was so addicting to watch. And as he hiked higher and higher, Jay's cock head started to try and bury itself under the fold connecting Roy's stomach and his thigh, bumping into his belly with soft nudges. He moaned gently, hands resting on the red head's ribs squeezing tighter, so entranced by the squish. He so desperately wanted his lover to fuck him in all the ways that made the difference noticable. Pinning him down under him, using it to his advantage while wrestling, trapping him between his thighs while he sucked him off or ate him out. It didn't matter, as long as it was the two of them.

Roy couldn't stop the fond chuckle from bubbling through his lips, not while Jason looked so cute, so transfixed on his body while getting himself off. He stroked down his back with his free hand, finding his ass once more and grabbing a firm handful of cheek.

"You make me feel so hot, Jaybird. Gonna have me getting all conceited when I go back to work." He hummed, squeezing his cock a bit harsher, making Jason cry out such pretty moans of "yes", and more mindless pleads. "All I'm gonna wanna talk about is how my man treated me so well during the holidays, how he couldn't take his eyes off me for one second."

Roy's words went directly to Jason's dick, making those trills of pleasure run deeper and deeper through his core, winding everything up tight. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, that he couldn't keep himself going with how good everything felt, the memories of Roy's weight on him fresh in his mind, the way he looked so handsome below him now, how good his skin felt against his. He pumped his hips forward, needing just something, anything, to get him that last little bit there. Harsh thrusts forward and desperate whimpers making his want for a climax obvious.

And Roy, who knew his lover so well, knew exactly how to get him there.

Gripping his cock in a fist once more, Roy delivered firm, fast strokes, keeping them close to Jason's tip. His other hand came around front, slipping under to cup his balls and gently massage the heavy purse, feeling them flex and tighten at his touch. The action sent Jason reeling, body tipping backwards, hands planting on Roy’s shins to keep himself up. He hissed, dissolving into quick moans and whimpers, quiet "oh my gods" and calls of his love's name, a mantra of "Roy, holy shit, Harper!". Knowing Jason was getting close, Roy decided to commit to his idea. Maneuvering himself and Jay's cock as best as he could, he directed the head towards his abdomen and chest, smiling up to his lover with that easy grin that made Jason blush on a normal day, but now made his head fuzzy.

"C'mon Jaybird, show me how much you love me." He hummed. "Mark me as yours."

And while it was cheesy, and cliche, and all the things Jason usually hated, at that moment, it sent him over the edge. Body going taut, hips stuttering, that coiling pressure reached its high before it blew, waves of pleasure travelling through Jay as he came. With a long whine and sobbed cries of pleasure, spurts of cum shot from his cock, covering Roy's thighs, stomach, some even shooting as high as his chest, the archer keeping an even pace as his love's hips twitched sporadically. Jason always came way more than the average person post  Lazarus Pit spa treatment, orgasms lasting longer as well, which meant Roy had the honour of watching the glorious sight of his boyfriend's climax as it extended in time, watching his movement slow into aborted drags as he went boneless above him, breathes shuddering. By the end of it, Roy's body was covered with a thorough mess of cum, having had the favour he'd done to Jay's face sufficiently returned.

It took a bit for Jason to finally open his eyes again, squinting against the warm afternoon light trickling in through their blinds, an early sunset due to the season. His eyes sparkled in it, pretty emeralds set in deep sockets, lids hooding them in his lax state. With a final, deep breath, he sputtered a wheezy chuckle.

"Fucking hell." He laughed, face breaking into a lazy smile. "That was, fuck."

Roy couldn't help himself from making a low sound as well.

"I know." Smiling, he stroked down Jason's side, wanting to reach up and kiss and coddle his lover, but not wanting to make a bigger mess of their bed than they'd already had. "You did so good, Jaybird."

Jason's face pinched in a way that only Roy could get it too, something between a cringe and being fond, adoration and embarrassment.

"Y'know I'm not…" he let the words die on his tongue. "Thank you. And thank you for indulging me." He looked down, picking at the pilling on his pants. As the scene concluded, and the word came back into view around him, the reality of everything seemed to hit Jason at once. He shifted a bit awkwardly, swallowing the spit that had flooded his mouth. "That wasn't like…too weird for you?"

He mumbled, eyes still trained downward. Roy could feel the uncertainty, those insecurities that came up within Jay whenever he'd ask for anything for himself, involuntarily feeling selfish for his own enjoyment if he felt it was at the expense of others, needing the other person to have gotten something out of it for it to have been worthwhile. Being mindful of the mess between them, Roy reached up, cupping his lover's face with his clean hand.

"Handsome, that was the furthest thing from. You've indulged me in my freak shit before and you think I'd be put off by that?" He tried to keep a reassuring look on his face, making sure Jason was looking at him. "You made me feel so sexy Jaybird, like I'm not some dad who let himself go."

Jason smiled, shaking his head, taking Roy's hand and kissing his palm, as he had earlier.

"You're not, and even if you were, that has no merit on your attractiveness." He hummed into his skin. "You're like the poster boy for rugged now, we gotta get you a flannel and drive out somewhere so you can chop wood for a calendar or something."

Roy laughed, shaking his head.

"You wanna put me in a dilf calendar, baby?"

That comment earned another cringe.

"Don't call yourself a dilf."

After another round of giggles and fond looks, Jason sighed, slowly standing from where he was perched on Roy. The reality of the mess they’d made was starting to affect his ability to stay on top of him.

"We need a shower."

He hummed, grabbing the wet wipes and tossing them to his boyfriend, still laid on the bed. Roy hummed into agreement, blindly reaching for them.

"You get it started while I throw the sheets in the wash?"

Jason hummed in agreement, padding off, but not before looking back at Roy. Sweaty, covered in his spent and his marks, looking so happy and relaxed. His plush body laid out on the bed, a full display of muscle and rolls, warm skin marred with scars and tattoos, soft ginger hair covering him, a vision to behold. He was going to be thinking about that for a while, sending it directly to a corner of his mind he'd unturn on a lonely night without his lover.

The shower provided more material for that dark, dingy corner. Watching Roy run his hands along himself, rivulets of water tracing down his frame, body hair speckled with dew drops. Noticing the stares, he immediately handed over his bottle of soap to Jason, letting him touch all along him as he "helped" him clean himself off.

"I better not catch any more flack for being a pervert, by the way. If you're gonna keep acting like that."

Roy hummed as his boyfriend finished washing down his legs. Jason chuckled, looking up at him while batting his lashes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Roy rolled his eyes over dramatically.

"Yeah yeah, the marks from where you tried to take chunks outta me say otherwise."

Hours later, when they were both tucked into bed, lights low in the bedroom, Jason pressed one last sleepy kiss to Roy's chest, hands trailing soft patterns on his tummy. He wasn't worried anymore, about bad reactions, or that his love would find him weird. Simply basking in the feeling of getting to love his man the way he'd been dreaming about.

"Mmmm, love you."

He muttered, barely holding onto reality. Roy stroked down his back, pulling him impossibly closer, letting him melt into the warm plush of his body.

"I love you too, Jaybird. Goodnight"

Jason Todd x Roy Harper

NSFW-18 and over -MDNI

Words: 10.3k

Tags: smut, underwear/sweat kink, jerking off

Notes: kinda embarrassed to post this but it's part of my kinktober so I gotta man up and do it. For all my musk lovers out there <3 read it on ao3 here

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Roy Harper is a lot of things.

A loving father. An amazing boyfriend. A complex hero. A goddamn good archer. A wizard with weaponry. An addict years into sobriety. A work in progress adoptive son. A sweet adoptive brother who’s always trying his best. A great teammate. An intelligent individual that lots of people like to be around.

But most of all, he’s a man of his word.

When he says he’s going to do something, he is not saying that lightly. He doesn’t pussyfoot around, he gets down to business. His promises would be anything but empty, and him making one to you would mean that it would get done come hell or high water. He was not a man to sell short on his word.

So when he said he wants to huff his beautiful, gorgeous, down right sexy boyfriend’s underwear, he fucking meant that shit.

Sure, laugh it up all you want, Roy didn’t give a fuck. He’s a man of few principles, but one that he has lived by since turning his life around is not to deny yourself the pleasures that exist in the world, and what brings you joy. Since he couldn’t interact with all of the other things adults would “treat” themselves with, he would do whatever the hell else he wanted instead. If he would get a kick out of going out in the mismatched outfit his daughter picked out for him, he’d do it. If he got joy from getting himself the most childish ice cream flavour, he’d do it. And if there were certain kinks that he knew himself as liking, and could interact with them in a safe, sane and consensual way? Then you bet your sweet ass he was doing them.

Roy had been aware of this kink of his for a long ass time, it possibly being one of his first. Sexual preference can be one of those things where you ask yourself was it the chicken or the egg, y'know, was it something you always enjoyed and just discovered, or was it something that overtime was instilled within you due how reoccurring it was in your life. For this particular one, he wasn't sure exactly which way it occurred, but he knew that it started making itself known while he was apart of Teen Titans. All of his teammates could agree that housing with teenagers around your age that were all arguably beautiful and insanely talented lead to a (mother fucking ton) lot of self discovery. It was just something that was bound to happen with all the hormones running rampant, and guardians supervising you less. There were things that weren’t all too surprising to learn, like the fact that he was into women and men (which he had suspected since puberty first hit, somewhat glad that some of his friends confirmed it). And then there were the revelations like this one, that seemed to come out of nowhere yet were also always there. After one too many hasty post battle hookups where showering off their sweaty funk first was nowhere near the forefront of their mind, he couldn’t stop kidding himself about it. It was a thing. He wasn’t proud of it, but he couldn’t deny it. 

For the most part, though, the partners he took on didn’t care about it that much. Sure there would be some confusion at what he was doing when he’d bury his nose in their armpits while cuddling in bed, or urges to “hurry the fuck up, Harper” when he’d be too distracted breathing in the cloying scent of his lover’s genitals after offering to go down on them, but no one really minded. It was just something he liked, and that was that. There was no judgment, if he was asked to stop he’d stop. Nobody really cared all that much. (Shout out to Donna for once just laying back and letting him get his fill on his birthday that one time. He had acted like a fucking dog, sniffing across her skin like she was somehow hiding contraband in her bush.) Were there uncalled for jabs and some light name calling? Sure. But that was just normal razzing for their friends. Roy would be called a panty sniffer the same way Wally was called fire crotch. It was just accepted as life.

And truthfully, the revelation wasn't all that surprising. Roy had always just been that type of guy.

Everyone knew he was the sensory seeking type. Even before everything went down with his addictions, the clear search for something to numb away all the hurt, physical and emotional, he experienced in his life and replace it with a floaty disembodied space where everything feltso different and nice for a change, Roy clearly liked sensation. You could see it in how he’d fiddle with arrows, trailing soft touches along feathered ends and drag his fingers along the sharp tips, or how he’d blast some old rock bands while driving around, racing above the speed limit, his truck's speaker reverberating through the cramped space. He’d eat any “strange” foods with weird flavour combinations you’d put in front of him, cook with an insane amount of aromatics and spices, loved going perfume shopping with the girls, and was the designated “hey does this smell weird?” guy. He was just very in touch with his senses, and liked to stimulate them regularly, thank you very much (No this says nothing about him or a diagnosis he should or shouldn't have).

So this was just par for the course with him. Getting off on smelling his partners B.O., their sweaty clothes, or their worn underwear honestly didn’t seem like such a stretch when you knew him.

Sure he’d mellowed out a lot since he had first discovered it, but it was still always there, always creeping under the surface. During his time as a bachelor, he got to indulge it a couple of times, but for the most part it lay dormant inside of him. Yeah, there were fucks at music festivals or dingy, no A/C dive bars, but even in those instances he couldn't allow himself the pleasure of truly getting his freak on due to the lack of connection and familiarity with those individuals. Many of his failed chances at relationships resulted in it going unattended for a while, which is why his heart soared when he started dating a big, burly, vigilante that often times came home sweating buckets and complaining at how damp his clothes felt against his skin. (Roy absolutely hit the jackpot with that one).

But despite this, he didn't dive in head first like his instincts were begging him to. He didn’t bring it up when he first started dating Jason, didn't plan on it for a really, really long time. His boyfriend was a skittish thing early on, getting overwhelmed by simple compliments and tender touches. It was like dating a stray cat, having to leave out cans of food and letting them come to you, being careful and gentle as you pet their heads. So for him to even joke about something like that would most likely be a step too far. If the man couldn’t handle a flirty comment and kiss on the neck, Roy was scared asking him if he could rub his face in his armpits (or crotch) after the gym might actually kill him. 

I mean, c'mon, they didn't even have sex until months into them dating (a decision the two had agreed on together). Even then, it wasn't any of that porn-y, fucking raw, fast, hard, and dirty shit that everyone seems to want, it was slow and gentle and at their pace. It was handjobs over pants while kissing and humping each other until they reached ecstasy. Talking each other through blowjobs and finding out all the different ways you can have sex without sticking your dick inside anything. It was tender and thought out and sweet, so tooth achingly, rottingly, sweet. Roy didn't want to destroy that with his perverseness. He didn't want to scare away the man he loved just for some kink he had. So he didn't bring it up, hid the blush he'd have when they'd wrestle on patrol while slick with sweat, muffled his urges to steal Jay's boxers from the laundry, and hid his blush when the bat would raise an arm above his head and announce that he stunk. He kept his little secret just that, a secret, until the moment was right.

But like all good secrets, it’s not long before they come out.

It happened during the aftermath of a night out, Jason getting trashed with Dick and a few of their friends. They were celebrating something, an anniversary or putting a high risk threat away, no one could say for sure. If anything, it was just an excuse to get wasted on Bruce's dime, and let loose for a while after a stressful period. Obviously, due to the nature of the event, Roy stayed home to watch princess movies with Lian, and keep up those promises that earned him all those chips in his junk drawer. Jason has tried to argue that he could stay home with them, that the night out wasn't that important to him, but his boyfriend brushed him off.

"You're young and smarter than me, you deserve to go out and have some fun. Just let me know if no one can be your DD and I'll come and pick you up."

He promised. With a quick kiss to the lips (and one to Lian's forehead), Jason was out of the house with an oath to be safe and come back in one piece.

Obviously, a night out with the two first robins was bound to get rowdy. Drinks were flowing, people were getting hammered, and lips were becoming loose. Conversation flowed easily with good company and cheap liquor, and it wasn't long before things about Roy were revealed without the redhead there to defend himself. Luckily, they started out small, a few quips about his snoring, jokes about his beat up truck, all things Jason deflected easily (to the "ooh"s and "he's whipped" of the crowd). Quickly, the conversation of sex lives came up, like during all hang outs where Richard Grayson was present. The man definitely was an exhibitionist, much to the dismay of his brother, not really wanting to hear about what he got up to, but quickly, the conversation took a turn towards his own private life. Having such deep knowledge over his brother’s boyfriend’s sex life prior to their relationship did always have the possibility of leading to awkward questions, but even trashed on cheap beer and whatever whiskey the eldest Wayne had gotten from the bar, Jason was not expecting what came from Dick’s lips.

“So little wing, has Harper gone and done his fucking TSA dog bit on you yet?”

He asked, clearly sloshed on whatever concoction was in his cup. Jason shot him a raised brow. 

“What the fuck are you talking about, Dickwing?”

He asked, confused. The taunt was ignored, a shit eating grin finding his brother's face.

“Y’know, his whole smelling thing. He ask you if he can huff your cup after patrol yet?”

That comment had Jason learning what whiskey and cola felt like shooting out of your nose.

After a bit more elaboration, with Jay pulling Dick angrily aside to understand what the actual fuck he was talking about, the whole "Roy Harper likes the smell of who he fucks sweat" thing was explained. Jason was blushing harder than a 16 year old being caught with Playboy mags by the end of it. Grayson was kind enough to apologize for mentioning it in front of the whole group, but was also shocked to learn that, no, Roy had never brought it up to him. With a bit more lore shared back and forth, the idea settled in his brain, and he was able to enjoy the rest of his night out without it effecting him too much. That's not to say, he didn't think about it at all.

It honestly hurt him a bit, the fact that Roy had hidden that from him. He couldn't explain why exactly. He understood that it was something that embarrassed his partner to an extent if it was kept secret, and that he clearly wasn't ready for Jason to hear about it…but, come on. He could've given a guy a warning, dropped a hint or two. It wasn't like he was known for spreading facts about partners or being judgy, quite the opposite really. Red Hood was a silent force, and he never made people feel shame for the situations they found themselves in. He wouldn't have judged Roy for having a few skeletons in the closet (by skeletons, he means out of the norm kinks). By the end of the night, Jay had decided that he absolutely needed to talk to his boyfriend about this, and get to the bottoms of everything stat.

He had the smarts to wait until he was sober to talk to Roy, though.

The next evening, when he finally felt not hungover enough to be out of his dark room, he decided he'd make his attack. With Lian tucked away in bed, and the two spread out on the couch together, him in the comfort of Roy’s lap, he decided it was the perfect time to inquire about this factoid he'd learned. As his loving boyfriend was relaxed, pressing warm kisses to his shoulders while they cuddled (something Jason had only recently let him do) he went in for the kill.

“So…Dick was saying some pretty interesting things last night.”

Roy chuckled, nuzzling into Jay’s neck. God, he was such a sweet man, too bad he was going to have to be tormented with his own embarrassment

“Oh yeah? Dickie getting drunk usually leads to some fun rambling. What was he going on about this time, Jaybird?”

God, that nickname shouldn't have melted his heart like it did. It was so childish, him getting pink in the cheeks over his boyfriend calling him something so soft, designed specifically for him. Oh god, his inner monologue was rambling, focus Jason.

"Yeah, it was, uh, kinda funny. He mentioned some stuff about Bruce he heard from Selina, which was gross but also enlightening for future blackmail." Jason adjusted so he'd be facing Roy better, their green eyes locking on each other, a forest of colour between them. "He also talked about what Kori and him had been up to in the bedroom, which somehow included Wally, which I was not surprised by but again, didn't necessarily want to hear it." Finally, it was time to make the shot. Biting his lip coyly, he looked at Roy through his lashes. "And he mentioned some stuff about you."

Oh no. Oh god no. Every alarm bell was going off in Roy's head. Every embarrassing moment that happened in front of Dick, everything he had ever overshared, it was on a loop in his mind, playing over and over and over again. Did he talk about that time he caught Roy eating chips out of the garbage he always grossly misremembered ("The bag hadn't touched anything in there, someone was just wasting perfectly fine food!" "Roy, both of our fathers have enough money to just go and buy more chips!"). God forbid it was mentioning that time he got punched in the stomach on a mission and pissed his pants ("I was hit in the bladder, how else was I supposed to hold it!"). Or was it when he was caught wearing that leopard print thong Garth had gotten him as a gag gift because he hadn't washed his clothes in weeks and ran outta underwear (Honestly, that one wasn't too bad. A power move on his part really). OK, ok, he needed to calm down. Jay hadn't even said what it was yet. Schooling his expression, his smiled to his lover.

"Oh yeah? What did he say about me? That I have a daughter and impulse issues?" He leaned in to press a kiss to Jason's cheek. "Last I heard, those weren't deal breakers."

Jason chuckled, rolling his eyes and blushing the slightest bit.

"No, it wasn't that, though I'm thankful he wasn't the one that broke the news." His lover looked him up and down, accessing him for weakness. "No actually, he mentioned something to due with the more…salacious side of your life before me."

Roy immediately blushed, ideas running through his head at what he had said, and what were things that Jason didn't already know. He had been more than honest with his body count and who was on that list, even more forthcoming with any history he had with things he'd done sexually and the STIs he's had (Luckily only crabs and chlamydia, both cured long before he'd met Jason. It was his fault really, hitting it raw without any thought. No wonder he had a child and the clap).

"Oh yeah? What did Dickhead Grayson reveal about me?"

He kept himself calm and cool on the outside, waiting on Jason's every word. A barely there smirk found Jason's lips. God, he was enjoying this.

"He mentioned a certain thing you like in the bedroom you haven't been so honest with me about."

He finally said, which made Roy's blood run cold. Oh Jesus Fucking Christ.

"What is this, an interrogation?"

He joked a bit uncomfortably, now knowing where this was most likely going. Jay laughed, grabbing the lamp on the table next to their couch and holding it near his face.

“Roy William Harper jr…are you a panty sniffer?”

He asked, deeply amused. Roy was blushing all over his body, but felt a certain ease to himself knowing that they were being jokey about it.

“I plead the fifth."

That made Jason laugh, looking like a mad man as he cackled, lamp in one hand, the other holding his stomach. Roy couldn't help but giggle along, gently shushing him so he wouldn't wake up Lian. The two dissolved into their little chuckles for a few minutes, smiling to each other and wiping tears from their eyes. After they'd calmed, and pressed a few kisses to each other's lips for good measure, Jay got them back on track with the conversation.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn't have like, immediately broken up with you or something."

He chuckled. While that did calm his nerves, Roy gently shook his head, thinking about how he could explain it without accidentally hurting his boyfriend's feelings. Once he settled on it, he spoke in a comforting voice.

“I was worried you’d be grossed out, or get upset or something. It's not like handcuffs or spanking or stuff like that. That's like, entry level compared to this." He started, reaching out and holding his love's hand. "And even though we've made a lot of progress, sex is still a bit of a touchy subject with you, and something that's pretty touch and go with us. Not that that bothers me, I just didn’t want to dive off the deep end straight into 'Hey! Let me smell your pits!' y'know?”

Jay chuckled softly at that, nodding as he took Roy's words in. It honestly made a lot of sense. They'd only just recently started having "sex" sex, like dick in ass sex, and even that took a lot of effort for them to get into. They'd hadn't treaded much into the idea of kinks, and honestly, Roy had a point that wanting to fetishize a part of Jason without much explanation or lead up might've made him uncomfortable. However, there was a side to this they hadn't addressed.

“I get that but like, the whole underwear huffing thing is the most hands off option for us to get into some kinks, I guess. I mean, I don’t even have to be here. I can just leave you my boxers or a tank top or something and you can…y'know."

He made a very lewd hand motion, mimicking what they had done to each other in the shower post patrol last night. Roy chuckled, rolling his eyes, but sat with it for a second. That was true, it was something that Jason didn't need to be all that involved with, he could still get his fix without them making any contact.

"I mean…I also am not totally opposed if you, as Richard said so eloquently last night, do your TSA dog bit on me, within the right circumstance."

Roy groaned, smiling like and idiot.

"He did not actually say that."

"Oh, he did."

With a bit more giggling, and a little more talking, it was settled. Roy could request some clothes from his boyfriend, or if he felt particularly perverted, could fish them out of the hamper, and they would start incoperating this kink into their play whenever Jason felt he was open to it, the same rules applying to every sexual thing they did together. After a bit more soft conversation, Roy tilted his head, looking at his lover.

"So…did you wanna?…"

He trailed off, hooded gaze taking Jason in. His love blushed, thinking about it before gently shaking his head.

"Nah…I think I'd be down for some kissing though, if that's ok with you?"

The redhead nodded, smiling up at his love as he helped him get situated on his lap.

"That's more than ok, baby."

God, he was the luckiest man in the world.

That's when things shifted. His little kink went from being a hidden preference to something Jason would be kind enough to indulge him in. Sometimes when it was during periods where he wasn't in the mood at all, he'd leave an pair of boxers or a tank top out for Roy. Other times, Jay would come home from patrol and hand him his cup with a wink. Roy's favourite times though, were when Jason felt a bit more confident, and would pin him against his armpit while wrestling, or grind his still clothed cock against his boyfriends face, so filthy, so raw, so hot. It helped lay the groundwork for them to indulge in a few other fetishes, nothing too crazy, but a bit out of the 50 Shades of Grey realm.

Roy was just happy to get to indulge himself in Jason the way he'd always wanted. Getting to watch him, listen to him, feel him, taste him, and smell him how he had craved to since they got together (maybe even before). There were moments where it wasn't really sexual, just Roy wanting to be soothed by the reality of his lover. Nose pressed to his shoulder, being able to barely catch that mix of deodorant and B.O. It was perverted in the most innocent way, an indulgence without the edge of arousal. The privilege was something he would never want to give up.

As time went on, and their sexual experiences grew, it started to become a little routine for them, that would ebb and flow with his lover's preferences and periods of lust or impotence. Roy loved him through either, always just happy to have Jay in his life. Today, however, seemed to be one of those moments in between, where Jason didn't seem like he wanted to participate in anything, yet was leading a trail to suggest the redhead should.

It was a few hours after suppertime, the night after Roy had returned from a few weeks away with his family. Lian was still spending some time with her Grandparents while Roy was on mandatory "relax and enjoy child free life for a bit" time. He could feel the ever creeping anxiety at not having his daughter in his immediate vicinity to make sure she was ok, but he knew deep down that with Ollie (more so with Dinah) was the safest place for his daughter to be if not with him. They had had a call when she first woke up that morning, some time around noon for them, and that sated his urge to want to force his father figure to return her ASAP. Jay seemed to be suffering from a similar fate, missing his step daughter, being caught on more than one occasion looking for her in the vacant space, but also, he seemed deeply content his boyfriend was home with him once more.

"You still sure you don't want to patrol tonight?"

Jason had asked, already getting his equipment ready for when he'd go out. Roy nodded, standing up from the dining room table, and stretching until his back made that satisfying pop. He knew the groan he made wasn't all that attractive, but it always somehow made the stretch better.

"Yeah, I'm still a bit sore from the flight yesterday, and honestly, after spending two weeks surrounded by people, papa's due for a few hours of alone time." He explained, gently patting his tummy, that had fleshed itself out during his time without training, surrounded by good food. "But I'd probably have to get back too it soon, so this doesn't become permanent."

He mumbled, barely catching the way Jason was eyeing up the plump area with a blush across his cheeks (oh…well then). His boyfriend scoffed, brushing the look off his face.

"Please, a bit of comfort weight isn't going to kill you." He argued (like a man trying to defend something…well then). "And papa? Really? Trying to deny yourself the bear body but craving the title I see."

Roy snorted, rolling his eyes.

"I'm a father, I think I'm deserving of the title."

He snickered, earning him a scoff from the other.

"The moment you start petitioning for Daddy from me, I'm breaking up with you and selling whatever you've gifted me to fund my custody battle for Lian."

Roy barked laughter at that, shoving his lover who chuckled with him.

"Oh believe me, I know your issues don't run that deep. Besides…that shtick is far more Dickie's speed. You wouldn't believe what I'd hear at Titans Tower"

Jay made a disgusted face and covered his ears, moving to the bedroom to finish setting up his Red Hood stuff.

"La la la la la, not fucking listening!"

A while later, Jason came back into the living room fully suited up, sans helmet, pressing a kiss to Roy's head. The redhead had retired to the couch after washing the dishes.

"Going out already?"

Checking the time living room clock, it was about an hour and a half earlier than when the two would usually go out. Jay nodded, making sure his body armour was secure.

"I wanna be home a bit earlier so I decided I should start at a reasonable time to do that." He hummed, lacing up his boots. "I stocked up on your favourite snacks while you were gone, and there's some of Alfred's cookies in the fridge."

Roy smiled at him softly, nodding.

"Got it, Mr. Suddenly responsible." He gestured for Jay to come closer, sitting up a bit as they other bent down for a tender kiss on the lips. "Be safe, yeah?" Jason smiled and nodded.

"When am I not?" A ginger eyebrow shot up in skepticism, making his boyfriend laugh. "You have my tracker and an open line to Oracle if I'm up to no good." He gave one more kiss before heading to the window, vigilantes and their habit of never using doors (correction, bats and their habit of never using doors).

"Alright, I'll check in if I get uneasy. I love you."

He was expecting the usual hum or grunt of acknowledgment, but instead got a timid.

"Love you too."

And like that, the Red Hood disappeared into the night.

With his newfound alone time, Roy did the usual things he got up to when he wasn't with his daughter or boyfriend. Watched a few shows that weren't kid appropriate and Jay wasn't a fan of, made himself a few acquired taste (fucking weird combination) snacks, tinkered a bit with some new weapons he was working on without having to go down to the garage he rented out. He was at peace, even with the nagging feeling of dread at having neither of his loved ones there with him, he did feel a weight off his shoulders at not having to school himself for other people being around.

As he was working on oiling the gears on a new gadget for his lover, however, he made the mistake of not straightening out the canister while putting it down, spilling a bit of oil down his tank. Luckily it wasn't a crazy huge spill (and didn't get on their couch thankfully, Jay would've had his head for that), nothing a bit of dawn dish soap wouldn't fix, but still wouldn't be wise to keep wearing it and accidentally spread the grease somewhere else. With a soft groan, he put away his supplies, and slunk into the washroom, wasting no time in taking the top off, dosing it with detergent, and throwing it in the wash.

After cleaning himself up, however, he caught his reflection in the mirror and realized he probably wouldn't be the most comfortable just walking around shirtless for the next few hours. As much as he had grown and broken his association with certain things, something about lounging around shirtless with nobody around and no purpose for it always prickled his skin with bad memories. He shrugged that creep feeling off and slipped into the bedroom to get a new shirt, something comfy he could lounge in until Jason got home. He made it to the dresser, a large wooden frame with a big vanity mirror atop it (something about it screamed Wayne Manor to Roy but he was never brace enough to ask or insinuate it.) Pulling out a band tee from his drawer, he glanced up into the mirror, something on the bed behind him caught his eye. Against the crisp white sheets, was black fabric with red detailing, clearly put on display to be found. Roy turned to get a better look at it, instantly blushing as he realized what it was.

Jason jock from last night.

Well…he had set it aside to use.

The article of clothing just existing in his vicinity was already enough to make him blush, still not believing that Jason had purchased it and wore it specifically to seduce him. To see it now, laid out with purpose, in a place he had not left it, seemed to lure in that perverted part of his brain. His heart beat rose at the implication that Jay had orchestrated this.

As he approached it, heart hammering in his ears, he noticed a small piece of paper tucked neatly into the waistband, the whole display taunting him. It was like a mob boss sending a message, only much hornier and ridiculous. Roy opened the folded paper, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress while reading the note.

"Mentioned what you'd be up to while I was gone last night, thought I'd leave it in plain sight for you. I ended up wearing it to the gym this morning, so hopefully it's the type of musky you like, papa ;)"

The blush across his cheeks deepened with each word of the note, scrawled in Jason's shakey hand writing. Memories from the night before flooded his mind, playbacks of him declaring that Jay shouldn't put the underwear in the wash because he wanted to use it for his very specific, perverted, reasons, throwing his quip about what types of musky he liked right back into his face. It was torture. Completely unfair, dangerously sexy, torture. Seems like his night was taking a turn towards indulgence of pure depravity.

Now, one might think that the immediate thing to do would be to press the garment to your face and take a deep breath, like when women in movies are given flowers, but oh no. That wasn't how Roy like to do things. Instead he instantly fell into a routine, a series of steps that seemed too rehearsed to be impulsive. He closed the bedroom door (not really needing to since he was home alone…but it was necessary for the mood), lowered the blinds, and dimmed the lights, always internally thanking himself for investing in many light sources all on dimmers. As he got into bed, pants abandoned on the floor, he fished a bottle of lube from the bedside table, water based as not to stain their sheets, and got himself comfy on the center of the mattress. Only then did he touch the jock, not bringing it to his nose yet, but moving it to his side next to the bottle.

In all this excitement at receiving such a kind gift from his lover, Roy was sporting a slight tent in his boxers. He wasn't that hard yet, not even at half mast, but definitely, clearly, turned on. He needed to fix that. Laying back he spread his thighs slightly apart, eyes blinking shut, letting the world around him melt away, replaced by scenes his imagination was starting to conjure. His mind started to play visions of pass, amalgamations of the sex he'd had with Jason before, nothing clear, exact memories, more like Frankenstein versions of their romps in the sheets. He pictured him and Jay making out, lip locked in their bed. No. On the sofa. Yeah, there. Having him seated to his side, so overwhelmed by his desire that he pulls himself into Roy's lap, deepening their kiss. His fingers would lace in the back of his neck, thick ass brushing against his crotch, feeling the slight firmness the archer was mimicking now in the real world.

Following that thread, fantasy Jason would have dragged a hand to the front of Roy's face, holding his jaw as he pulled him deeper, pushing his tongue lewdly into the redhead's mouth, not caring how much spit was being swapped. His lover was like that when he was really in the mood, no care for keeping things clean, he wanted messy. The vignette captured the way Jason's muscles would soften in his hold, the firm lines becoming gentle, giving way to tender pudge. Roy's hands would take full advantage, exploring with handfuls of ass and thighs, to the soft gasps and moans of his lover. He'd pull away briefly to kiss down Jason's jaw, and neck, and collar bones to get to his chest, mouthing along the skin there, most likely to be met with an amused huff, before he'd be drawn back to their kiss, tongues lacing together once more. The visuals he was conjuring up were sending blood pumping downwards, his cock twitching with interest.

The Jay in his mind would start to trail his fingers while their lips are still attached, blindly feeling around his boyfriend's upper body. He'd take his hands to each shoulder, fingers trailing down the muscles of his arms, squeezing in appreciation. Neither of them were ever able to stay off of each other, deeply entranced by the other's beauty. Roy liked that, liked the fact that they were both so enamored with each other, both physically and emotionally. His hands would come back up to grip at his chest, not being as perverted as the archer was with his (I mean, the man would motorboat him for Christs sake), but he would thumb at the pert nipples. In the material world, Roy gently caressed his right hand down his chest, his thumb flicking at the bud with precision. He gasped softly, feeling a gentle shock to his nerves, enticing and electric, shoot through him. He played the image in his head over and over as he switched between left and right, Jason kissing him, smiling into his mouth, as he played with his chest. Fuck, it felt good.

The hands then moved down, and Roy followed with his own, chasing that invisible presence. He felt up his stomach, palm laying flat as he thought of Jason's face earlier, the way he blushed looking at his tummy, distended into a little pouch. He pictured his face if he was on top of him, straddling his hips with a dark look in his eyes.

"A bit of comfort weight isn't going to kill you."

Jay's voice repeated. Roy flexed his hand as he imagined Jason taking a handful of his fat, kneading it like he would with his arm muscles. Little bit of hair and milky skin poking through his grip (Roy really needed to tan, he was looking too white…not the time to worry about that though), the layer of fat jiggled slightly. He moved his hand up and down with the image, chuckling softly to himself as he thought about it (but it wasn't turning him off.). Surprisingly, it sent a shiver down his spine, and his body reacted in interest…maybe he shouldn't be worrying about getting back into shape too quickly, maybe see where this would go with Jason. With a final move of his palm flat against his stomach, he trailed down lower, skimming over his boxers, low on his hips, to the bulge in the fabric, taking a big handful of himself at the same time as fantasy Jason. The groan that passed his lips almost made it seem like he caught himself off guard.

He was half firm in his grip, hot and heavy but not quite rock solid. Through his boxers, he moved his hand how he imagined Jay would, rough touches, using the broadness of his palm to reach every inch of him. He'd cup himself, move up and down along his package and release in tandem to how he pictured his boyfriend would, making sure to reach lower under himself to cup his testicles like he did. Roy didn't even try to stop the soft sounds he was making at finally touching himself, sharp and desperate and completely unrestrained. Moving his hand along his cock, loosening his hold and gripping randomly, imagining the way Jason would be grinding his own semi against his stomach. Picturing the pressing and weight of it, feeling hot and wet through the jock onto his skin. It sent more of that tingly feeling through his dick. Jay, his Jay, big and muscle bound on top of him, loosely jerking him off through his boxers while using his body to get himself worked up. It was hot and vivid in his mind, making his breaths hitch and heart rate go up.

He decided to ramp up the fantasy from their, his thoughts blurry and uncoordinated as he switched the scene. Hastily imagining them getting up off the couch, Jason pulling him to the bedroom and too their bed. Throwing himself down, his boyfriend would pull him on top, dragging him into another kiss. Sloppy…wait no, softer, more refined. Unnervingly gentle, the calm before the storm. His free hand tightened around the jock, still slightly damp with sweat from Jay's workout. Fuck, Roy already knew he was done for. He could feel himself finally get to full hardness in his palm, pulsing with need. He clumsily pulled his boxers down with one hand, letting go of Jay's underwear only so he could generously lube up his dick, watching it bob up and down with interest at the cool sensation (it was moments like these he loved being ambidextrous). Soon, he was back to his fantasy, the tips of his fingers playing along his skin in slow touches and gentle strokes.

He hissed softly at the way his skin burned with want, his brain trying to decided what to conjure up. Mulling over ideas, he settled on something, something that was lewd and rough and just what he needed. He pictured Jason pushing him down his body, having him trail the skin of his ribs and lower abdomen, following his scars all the way down, posting him up at his thighs, right in front of his bulge. His brain hastily added how sweaty he would be, beads of it pooling along his thighs and the divots of his torso, softened abs glistening with it. The fabric now once again between his fingers conjured a more detailed image, with the jock hugging Jay's package darkened in some spots of his damp heat. He pictured the way he'd be panting, maybe coming back from a workout, or patrolling on a hot Gotham night. No matter the reason, he was hot, sweaty, and had Roy's face inches away from his covered cock. The redhead's hand shakily fiddled with the jock, moving it in his hand so it lay flat in his palm, the outside out, where Jason's dick had been flat against his skin. He dragged his fingers loosely over his erection, gently toying with his foreskin, moving it to reveal and cover his tip over and over. He didn't want to rush, didn't want this to be over too quickly.

His brain continued the fantasy, imagining kissing along the damp skin, licking long strips of his sweat. He could picture it so clearly, the salty taste burning his tongue (he'd done it so many times by now, he could probably pick Jason's sweat out from a lineup of strangers…anyways). He could imagine the way Jay would whine and bitch, desperate for stimulation (also based on his real life boyfriend). Roy's breathing was matching that of his fantasy lover, agitated and sporadic, lost in a want so powerful it was consuming. He pictured him grunting in frustration, finally having enough and gripping the back of his head.

"Such a sick fuck, Harper, be useful, yeah?"

He'd growl, pushing him down to press him into his underwear, right over his bulge. In that moment, lining up with the fantasy, Roy finally, finally, brought the jock to his face, pressing the outside of it to his nose, and taking a deep inhale.

And fuck, was it heaven.

He felt dizzy, being hit with such a heady scent all at once. He couldn't stop himself from moaning at just that, head thrown back, dick bouncing and balls tightening like he'd just had the perfect stroke to his cock. The musk was addicting, a mixture of sweat and skin, a hint of something carnal and a smell that was uniquely Jason. He breathed it in again, groaning on the exhale at just how amazing it smelt, his hips thrusting up into his fingers. He was as solid as he's ever been, his tip almost fully poking out of his foreskin, a little bit wet with precum. Shit, just smelling his boyfriend could get him that close.

He pulled the fabric away from a moment, getting a few breaths of fresh air back in as he looked down to his dick. Red and aching, he knew he had to deal with it, not that it was a chore. After a pause to think on where he should take the fantasy from there, he loosely wrapped a hand around his dick, bringing the jock to his nose again. As he stroked up and down with a barely there hold, he pictured Jason holding him against his dick, grinding up against his face while spouting sweet nothings mixed with vitriolic jabs, a double edged sword that made Roy throb.

"You like that baby? Yeah? It's so good, huh? Making you feel nice and used? So fucking sick for liking this, such a freak."

The redhead moaned openly, using his hand to rub the jock in his face to mime the humping, staining his skin with the scent. He gripped his dick better, holding it with more purpose, and started gliding his hand, moving the skin up and down along himself. Every few strokes, he would thumb at the weeping head, jolts running through him at how good it felt.

He breathed in deep again, savouring the musk of his lover, raw, arousing, imagining the way he would harshly grind him into his warmth.

"Want you to smell like me, reek of my dick, let everyone know how nasty you are."

He chided in his mind. Jason wasn't often like this, the fantastical version where he's mean to Roy at the drop of a hat, degrading. But it wasn't a fully imagined caricature. A handful of times his Jaybird had been a bit harsh, mostly while wrestling or play fighting. Which, for the record, once it turned sexual he would instantly become sweet and loving with his boyfriend. But…those little tastes were enough to have Roy cooking up this fantasy every once in a while. A world where Jay would be a bit rough with him. It's ok to sometimes imagine something your partner would never really do, a version of themselves you're not really sure you'd actually want to bed, but definitely something to be aroused by. As he pictured Jason calling him another name, his hand slipped downwards to his balls, cupping them in a warm hand. He rolled them in his grip, tugging on them gently as he massaged them.

In tandem to that, his brain lazily switched the fantasy once more, picture Jason instructing him to pull the jock off, his lover stroking his own cock in front of him with those deep, growling moans he'd have. They weren't indicative of any aggression, really, just the natural timbre of his voice (Roy once made the mistake of comparing them to rottweiler rumbles and didn't get to hear them for a month). He'd throw the underwear to the side, making a jab about how Roy would huff it later, like the real version of him was doing right now (why was he actually blushing at that?). He then moved Roy's head down lower, directing him below where his heavy erection lay held in his fist.

"Go on and use that mouth for good, Roy."

He'd hum, a little breathless, as his big hand choked his cock. Roy flipped the jock over in his grip, having the inside of it, what was rubbing up against Jay's beloved jewels during his workout and before they fucked, now pressed against his nose. The scent was deeper, richer, making the archer lightheaded and dangerously hard. He pictured opening his lips and licking along the puckered skin of Jason's testicles, eyes fluttering shut at how good they tasted. Taking one into his mouth, he'd looking up at his lover with big eyes, wanting his approval. He'd get it, of course, the low groan of satisfaction as he sped up movement's on his dick. Roy, almost subconsciously, followed it with his own hand, stroking up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. Pumping along with the internal conjuration of his lover, he beat his meat while he imagined sucking on his balls, licking along them, taking them into his mouth one at a time, trying to stuff both of them in there at once, cheeks puffed out lewdly. His nose would end up pressed under the man's cock, that little nook where the testes and shaft would meet, attached by the scrotum. The smell would be fresher than what was pressed to his face now, cloying and sharp, mind numbingly good. Roy could stay buried down there and die a happy man.

God and the sounds Jason would make, low groans of ecstasy, the barest hints of whimpers as his lover really got him going. Roy gripped his shaft harder at just the thought, pumping with more enthusiasm. His cock was applauding erratically, that wet 'shlick shlick shlick' ringing out with every stroke, its orchestra accompanied by his unabashed sounds of pleasure. His hips couldn't stay down on the mattress, chasing his hand as his fantasy went on. Jason would grip his hair harshly and pull him off his testes, looking at his with glossy eyes, misted with a light haze. He'd smile to him, that secret look to let him know he wasn't actually mean, just deep in his role, before rubbing his hard cock on Roy's lips, across his cheek, spreading pre on his skin.

"You want it baby?"

He asked, voice hoarse. Roy, so lost in his own world, mumbled a soft "I do." Jay would look at him sympathetically, dragging his cock along the seam of his lips.

"Get me off then, handsome."

And Roy would, without question, take him fully into his mouth, as far down into his throat as he could, and suck him like his life depended on it.

Because that's what Roy liked about sex, that's what was always peppered into his fantasies, making his partners feel good. He loved the feeling of being useful, being able to make people feel as good sexually as they made him feel in real life. He wanted Jason to feel hot and sexy and desirable and wanted and loved, to make him cum over and over and maybe finally get into his thick fucking skull that he was amazing and worth it, worth getting off and worth spending time with and worth loving. Roy wanted to know every thing he liked, every thing he dreamed about, because he loved him so much, he needed him to feel it in every ounce of his body. He himself could not get off without thinking of exactly how to do that. He couldn't shoot loads thinking about using that man, that made his chest ache and his dick lose all blood flow, actually. If he was going to think about his Jaybird when jerking off, it would have to be like this, where either they were both making each other feel good, or Roy was making him feel good. Which is why his thoughts continued in that direction, using his mouth for good while surrounded by the intoxicating scent of his lover's genitals, precum dripping along his tongue, awaiting the load that would follow.

The fantasy him would suck Jason with all earnesty, lapping at his tip, tonguing it like he could put a thread through a needle with the muscles. He'd take it down his throat to the hilt, something he used to be able to do in his youth but had fell out of practice with. Burying his nose in dark pubes, he'd pull back off languidly, hollowing out his cheeks on the way back up, relaxing his mouth and throat when he'd take it back down. He could almost feel the ghost of his boyfriend's hands in his hair, gripping his head harshly as he guided him, letting out soft praises of "doing so good, handsome" between rolling his eyes back to see the inside of his skull. The redhead burned with need at the images his mind was conjuring up, wanting nothing more for that weight on his tongue and the grip to be real.

Roy, in the real world, so lost in his own pleasure, couldn't hold back his depraved thoughts and licked the fabric he was practically suffocating himself with. He'd let his spit soak the fabric and then he'd suck it back out, getting the salty, intoxicating taste to bless his taste buds, even if it wasn't as strong as he'd want. Not like the real thing. He wanted to taste Jason, wanted to be able to smack his lips together and savor the bitter saltiness of his lover's flesh. Remembering the events from last night, he opened his eyes and through his hazey vision, he was able to find an area with a slight, white stain. Jay's pre from when he'd fingered him. Without much thought, he licked it messily, wanting to taste where he got his lover so close to climax, not caring how sick or debased it was. He felt a drip of something wet and warm on his knuckles, realizing slowly that it was his own precum.

Roy was so lost in his own fantasy, so deep in his own imagination, that he hadn't realized how close he was getting. That heavy, satisfying ball of pure magic coiling in his lower stomach was becoming heavier and heavier, sinking lower and lower into his pelvis. His hand gripped itself into a tighter fist, a lewd symphony of 'plap plap plap' following it. He licked again and again, sucking on the fabric like a dirty whore.

His fantasy became blurry and rushed, imagining Jason jack rabbiting into his throat, calling to him in tight whispers.

"Fuck Roy! H-holy shit! Fuck yes yes yes! Sooo fucking good baby!"

He pushed the fabric as close as he good to his face, it barely muffling his calls back.

"Jay! Oh god Jaybird! I love you! I fucking love you!"

He whined, fucking his his cock as he went impossibly faster, grip burning with a dull ache that he ignored. He was close, so fucking close. Just needed something, to picture something hot and enticing.

His brain found it for him.

He saw Jason, pictured him looking down between his legs, that fucked out expression of pure wanton lust in his eyes. He'd smile to Roy, hips thrusting up once, twice, into Roy's warm mouth, before his head would tip back in a needy whisper, shooting thick loads of cum into his mouth.

"Love you! Holy fuck I love you!"

Roy felt that final dip low in his pelvis, everything contracting before he was going to blow.

Without much thought, he cursed, opening his eyes as he took the jock from his face (it now darkened in random spots from his spit), and held it to the weeping tip of his cock. He watched the way his precum started to stain it lightly, creating a matching hazy white ring to Jay's. Beating himself off quickly, his hips canted upwards, and that deep pressure at the base of his belly snapped, balls tightening up into him as the first few white ropes shot out from his cock.

"Oh my god. Fuck! Yes! Ah, Ah, Ah!~"

He whined as he came, covering the black fabric in spurts of cum.

It was pure fire ablaze within his body, goosebumps tingling down his arms and legs, dotting his skin along with his freckles. Roy's head tipped back, too heavy too hold and too light to think, like his brain was replaced with clouds and wool and other soft things. He felt waves of that sparkling desire shoot through with each cum shot, it just never seeming to end as he painted the fabric with his spend, feeling his balls drain with each load. It burned behind his eyes, the image playing over and over again of Jason staring at him with pure love and lust as he came down his throat, whispering that quiet confession to him. He didn't stop the sounds coming from his lips, involuntary cries of release and curses caught on his tongue. He hadn't had an orgasm so strong from just jerking off in a while, one that rips itself from your abdomen and rewires your whole nervous system. The pure electricity under his skin, always finding it's way to his stomach, slowly subsided in pressure, the pulsing in his pelvis slowing until he everything dissipated in a slow release. The flow stopped after a few weaker drips, his hardened length starting to fall over itself as it softened.

Roy lay there for a while, taking deep, grounding breaths as he tried to process whatever the fuck that was. He could still catch the faintest whiffs of Jason's scent still stuck to his skin, making his cheeks warm at just how perverted his mind had gotten at having that scent tingle his brain. A hint of shame tried to weasel it's way into his thoughts but he immediately shook it off. Jay wanted him to do this, left it out for him and even wore it to the gym for him, for Christs sake. He had no reason to be ashamed for his indulgence.

After a few minutes, his mind now calmed, he sat up, taking in the mess he made. Jason's jockstrap was covered in random shots of blurry white stains, absolutely ruined by Roy's orgasm. Fortunately, but not proudly, he knew exactly how to get them out, and therefor wasn't too worried. He used one of the seldom clean patches on the garment to wipe whatever was left of the cum off his cock, standing on shakey legs to bring it to the hamper, along with his discarded clothes. Making his way back to the washroom, he washed his dick of the lube and rest of the semen leftover the fabric couldn't quite remove, making sure that the folds of skin were clean, and washed his hands as well, ridding himself of the sticky feeling he'd been cringing at since coming down.

Back in the room, he cleaned the bed off, putting away the lube, and making sure the sheets didn't get dirty (luckily for him, they hadn't. He'd contained his mess to a very finite area). Then it was finally actually putting on clothes, and grabbing his phone he'd abandoned on the dresser when this whole thing started. With that taken care of, he crawled on top of the covers with a heavy sigh, something inside him feeling sated, quenching a thirst his body didn't even know he had. Head hitting the pillow, he brought his phone to his face, immediately going to a folder of photos of him and Jay, the one he hadn't been able to stop flipping through when he'd been away, looking at their photos together until his eyes shut into a gentle sleep (king yearner over here folks).

A few hours later, he woke to the sound of his living room window unlatching, it quiet, barely detectable, but Roy knew always to listen for it. Following it came the thump of boots landing, then the sound of said boots being placed by the doorway, then footsteps, quiet as they approached the room. Sound of lights being flipped off accompanied them, making Roy wince as he realized he never turned them off before his…"me time". It didn't matter now though, all that mattered was that Jason was home, he was safe and sound and hopefully in once piece, as he had promised. The bedroom door opened slowly, the person gingerly turning the knob and pushing the door out of their way with care. When Jay spotted his boyfriend awake in bed, he breathed a soft sigh, opening it with a bit less grace.

"Thought you'd be asleep by now."

He hummed taking his helmet off and rolling it under the bed. As he did, Roy shuffled over to the edge, sitting up so he could have a tender kiss pressed to his lips. Jay obliged with a chuckle.

"I slept for a bit, woke up when I heard you come in."

That earned an apologetic face from his lover.

"I didn't mean to wake you."

He breathed, leaning down to kiss Roy again as an apology. The redhead huffed against his lips, smiling.

"You didn't, I just sensed you and knew it was time to be awake." Before Jason could say anything contradictory, Roy cut him off. "So how was patrol?"

With a groan, Jason took his jacket off, rolling his eyes.

"Frustrating, but not too bad all things considered."

He sighed, slowly stripping himself of his vigilante gear. As he turned to have his ass away from the redhead, taking his pants off, he shot a smirk to Roy, his eyes knowing.

"So, how was your night."

He chuckled, his smirk growing as he watched his lover blush. Fuck, Roy really needed to get tan, his complexion was a liability. He cleared his throat, knowing there was no hiding it.

"It was good, got some work done, caught up on my shows, did some…other stuff."

Jason snorted, picking up his clothes and moving towards the hamper.

"Other stuff, eh? Didn't have too much fun without me?"

Roy rolled his eyes, but a hint of a smile found his lips.

"About as much fun as I could have without you."

Jason chuckled, moving towards the hamper and spying down into it. With a soft noise, he looked back at Roy, a mixture of amusement mixed with a bit of shock on his face. A bit of that embarrassed shame crawled up Roy's throat as he realized what he must be looking at, but again, knowing that that's what Jason wanted him to do quelled those worries.

"I can see that, with how many loads of your kids are on my jock, I assume you had a good time."

He joked, making his boyfriend fake gag. Yeah, a man wouldn't be joking like that if he was offended.

"Don't talk about my spunk like that, weirdo. Tim's been a bad influence, teaching you slang."

Jason looked at him incredulously.

"I'm sorry, spunk?! What are you, forty?" He laughed. "I think spunk is the worse offender here."

Roy rolled his eyes, standing to meet him across the room.

"Are we really splitting hairs over what we're referring to cum as?" He sighed, amusement clear in his tone. "And for you information, I had a great time." He chuckled, pulling Jason in for one more kiss, which he was given easily.

Once Jay was stripped, and a bit more kissing, the bat pressed his lips to his lover's temple.

"I'm gonna go shower, care to join me?" He asked in a soft voice, brows furrowing before he added. "I don't want anything though, just…missed you when I was out there."

He hummed. Roy nodded, kissing his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'd be happy to join you, Jaybird. I'll get your back while you tell me about patrol, yeah?"

Roy Harper x Jason Todd

Fluff

Words: 3.4k

Tags: Fluff, domestic fluff, what it says on the title; what happens after aftercare

Notes: I am once again using Jason Todd and Roy Harper as my puppets to express things I think about a lot. This is mostly just a “after sex ramble between two men who love each other very much” for y’all to enjoy. No real plot, they’re just chit chatting after pound town. You can read it on Ao3 here. Enjoy :3

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Jason collapsed on the bed face first, letting out a drawn out groan. Pushing the blanket further into his face, he inhaled in a long, shaky breath to smell the fresh scent of clean sheets. Roy had been an absolute peach, switching out the ones they had sullied together with their love (cum and lube) to a clean set for them while Jay had started up the shower. He wasn’t on his own for too much time though, his loving boyfriend joining him under the warm stream in no time, pressing soft kisses to wet skin and whispering kind words to him, which were obviously reciprocated. It wasn’t long before Roy ended up taking the reins on the whole operation (shared shower), stealing the washcloth from Jason’s hand, making him stand still as he pampered him top to bottom, washing off the sweat and sex from his skin. Jay was fully ready to return the favour (which he was a pro at) and scrub his love clean, but the aching in his hips, legs and ass was making it difficult to stand in the shower much longer. Naturally, he was sent off to relax while his boyfriend handled himself.

He nuzzled further into the soft sheets, wrapping his arms around Roy’s pillow and tucking it under his face. It smelled exactly like his shampoo, artificial green apple and that fresh musk all men’s products seemed to have. It was comforting, a scent that could send him from aggravated spiral back down to a low simmer of rage due to its association. He squeezed it close, using it to block out the lights in the room he had been too lazy to turn off and shut his eyes for a few minutes.

His mind started playing back the events of the evening. The movie Roy and he had tried to watch, some flick from the 80s with too much latex costuming and weird prosthetics. It wasn’t long before the plot was lost on the two of them, the redhead’s gentle strokes down his back going from soothing to possessive. They’d locked eyes some time after that, Roy shooting him that half lidded, sleazy smile that could reel anyone in, but worked especially well on his boyfriend. All it took was a quiet “you wanna?” before the two were intertwined in one another, Jason (somehow) being carried to their shared bedroom while their lips were locked.

It was good sex, of course it was. Jay was sure it would be impossible for Roy to not deliver on that front (maybe that was unrealistic, but everyone deserves a fantasy from time to time). His body felt deliciously tired, that type of low ache from a pleasing exertion that makes you melt into your pillows (the ones he had been biting on to muffle his screams not too long ago). His skin, usually just marred with scars and injuries from his life, was now adorned with pretty love bites and short scratches down his hips from where Roy had been gripping him. He had grumbled softly while looking at them in the mirror, knowing he would have to wear a shirt with a high collar when picking up Lian from Dick’s the following morning, but he couldn’t be too mad, having left his love in a similar state. (Maybe that was why Bruce owned so many turtle necks…oh god no don’t think about that.) Now he lay content in his bed, playing back the soft noises and loving words that would warm his heart (and loins) for days to come (and was also hoping they wouldn’t get another noise complaint.)

His rambling thoughts of love and physical intimacy were interrupted by a low whistle.

“Now that’s an amazing view.”

Roy chuckled. And it was. His boyfriend lay naked on his stomach, ass out and his body thoroughly relaxed, a sight to behold. Jason sighed out an amused sound, looking over his shoulder to the man in the doorway. Hair damp and cascading down just past his shoulders, little drips of warm water running down his muscles, a fluffy white towel hanging low on his hips, looking like a Grecian statue or Playgirl spread. Jay couldn’t stop himself from staring, an easy smile finding his lips.

“I could say the same thing.”

Roy smiled, leaning his head against the doorframe for a moment as he took it all in. The domesticity of it all, to spend a night eating a hot meal with his lover and daughter before she was off to the babysitter, getting to have amazing sex with that man he loves so dearly, and then getting to cuddle up to him for the evening. All the songs got it wrong, this was what made a man rich. 

With slow strides he made it to the closet, eyes shooting back to Jason, who was now sitting up on the bed to watch his boyfriend's movements. With a smirk, he dropped the towel in a dramatic display, giggling as his boyfriend snorted at his antics.

“Alright, handsome, what clothes do we want for bedtime?” He hummed. While prior to dating a father Jason would’ve teased his love for using childish language like that (which he had in the past), he understood it was just one of those lifelong changes after having a kid. “We’ve got sweatpants, or pj bottoms. I have those ones you like that Ollie gave me last year for Christmas?” Roy continued. Jason smiled hearing that.

“Oooh, those ones please.” 

He breathed. Roy chuckled, folding them over his arm as he grabbed a pair of boxers for the man. He grabbed a random pair of sweats for himself, it didn’t matter if they were Jay’s or his own, they shared everything. Clothes, food, weapons, their lives. It didn’t matter what belonged to who, they lived by a “what’s mine is your.” rule.

“You want a shirt or something?”

He asked, grabbing a tank top for himself, barely catching a shake of the other’s head from the corner of his eye. Looking over his shoulder, he shot him a faux shocked expression.

“No? And just have your tits out like that?” He asked, making Jason roll his eyes. “You should cover them up or someone will think you’re some sort of slut.”

“Roy, your cock is literally out.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. The redhead giggled, approaching with the pile of clothes in his arms.

“Well excuse me for wanting some decorum in this house.”

The two fell into silence for a moment as Roy divvied up the clothing, needing undivided focus to read the faded labels on the boxers (Jason was barely a size larger than him, but wasn’t always a fan of things clinging to his skin, especially at night. So XLs for him and Ls for Roy). A thought of ‘maybe we should look into readers for him’ passed Jay’s mind before he shunned it out, not wanting to get emotional at this very moment. After a beat, he was handed his mini pile of clothes. 

“What time do we pick Lian up tomorrow?”

Jay sighed as he stepped into his boxers, having to stand to pull them up and over his hips. Roy paused to think for a moment, getting his tank on.

“Dick said 10, but he also wants us all to go out for brunch, so I say we all meet up at the restaurant for 10:30 so everyone gets a bit more time in bed.”

He plotted out loud, earning a noise of agreement.

“Or we could go to the gym for an early morning workout?”

Jason suggested, it being followed by a squawk of disagreement.

“Or we could not do that, you maniac. If you’re thinking about getting up early to work out, I did not fuck you right.”

Roy rebutted, his partner laughing the entire time, hands held up to his defense.

“No no, you absolutely did, I’m just saying we could.”

Roy shot exaggerated daggers at him through slitted eyes. 

“Uh huh, sure.” The threat wasn’t held up though, as he shuffled over and helped his lover put his pants on, catching him making faces as he bent over. His eyes trailed along the red hickeys he’d covered his inner thighs in, a sense of pride and bashfulness filling his chest. “You ok though? I didn’t go too hard?” He asked in that soft voice. Jason smiled up at him, his expression fond and full of adoration.

“Not at all, it’s just been a while.”

He responded, pulling Roy in for a soft kiss.

They both soon found their way into bed, the overhead lights shut off and replaced with their bedside lamps, bathing the room in a nice warm light. Jason had a book in his lap as Roy was showing him something on his phone, some schematics for a bow he was working on for Ollie’s birthday. 

“I’m thinking I want to make it more storage friendly than his current one, but then I gotta make sure the string doesn’t fray over time being stretched over and over again, y’know?”

Jason made a soft noise.

“Maybe you could talk to Timothy about that, he knows some guys that work in textiles.”

That comment earned a snort from Roy, his eyes crinkling in the corner. They bunched up more than when they first started working together, the beginning echos of crows feet starting to grow, leaving a dull, hollow ache in Jason's chest. What sweet agony it is, getting to see your loved ones grow old. It’s been an internal debate within himself if it was more gut wrenching than seeing them frozen in time, forever an age. His lover speaking tore him from those upsetting thoughts once again.

“Doesn’t it concern you that Tim has a guy for everything?”

Jason hummed an amused sound, shaking his head.

“When your little brother is always on the verge of being a supervillain, you don’t question anything. He’s putting his efforts into having contacts and not evil schemes.”

Roy had a look on his face that morphed multiple times before settling on mild frustration.

“You make a good point, but I don’t want you to think it’s right.”

Jay giggled, ruffling his loves hair.

“When Connor starts threatening to leak Pentagon records so you’ll go to the skate park with him, you’ll understand.”

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“Jason what the fuck does that mea-“

More time passes, Roy laying on his side while scrolling through social media, as Jason delves further into his book. As a certain plot point started to thicken, an unexpected pregnancy plaguing the main character. He took a pause. A question rattling in his brain for a moment, before he speaks.

“If I could get pregnant, would you want me to carry your baby?”

Roy paused, rolling over to look at him. His eyes trailed Jay's face, trying to see if he was being serious.

“What?”

Jason sighed, sitting up a bit more. 

“Like, if I was able to have a baby, would you want to have one with me?”

Ok, he had heard him right. The redhead stared at him for a moment before a wide grin took over his face. 

“You’re asking me if you were a woman-“

“I never said that, I said if I was able to get pregnant. Let’s not assume.”

Roy barked out a laugh, covering his face and forcing himself to become serious. Jesus, his baby was funny. 

“My apologies, that was rude of me. You’re asking me if you could get pregnant, would I knock you up?”

Jason gave a firm nod, like they were negotiating the most serious trade agreements.

“Yes, exactly.”

There was a pause, Roy contemplating for a moment, opening his mouth and shutting it several times.

“Putting a lot of thought into this.”

Jay chuckled. That earned him a beautiful smile, his boyfriend seeming to land on a response.

“The answer is absolutely yes, at some point, but it would have to be like, way in the future.”

He hummed. The other’s brows furrowed. 

“In the future?”

Roy nodded.

“Yeah. Like, I wouldn’t want to get you pregnant right now, we’ve only just settled into everything, y’know? I would want to wait until we have a house and a life outside of all this vigilante stuff.”

Jason smiled at that answer, cupping Roy’s face.

“How mature of you.” 

He breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips. The redhead hummed contently into his mouth.

“Yeah yeah…I love Lian more than anything but…I can admit there could have been a more ideal time and place to have her.” He sighed softly. “I wish I could’ve given her more at the start?”

Jason nodded solemnly, kissing his forehead.

“Yeah, I get it.” 

After another pause he spoke again. “How many kids would you want with me?” He asked, diverting the conversation back to its prior topic. Roy chuckled.

“This is veering into strange kink territory real quickly, Jaybird.”

Jason huffed, shaking his head.

“It’s not like that. I’m just curious. Maybe this will have practical use later.”

Roy chuckled, squeezing Jason closer and making an over the top thinking face.

“Hmmmm one, maybe two at most, but taking care of three kids would be a lot.” He sighed, looking Jason in the eyes. His boyfriend nodded in agreement. “Plus I’m not in the interest of keeping you barefoot and pregnant.”

Jay cackled at that, throwing his head back and giggling.

“Oh, so no breeding kink for you, Mr Harper?”

Roy joined him in his laughter.

“I never said that, we’d just have another form of birth control. Or I would get a vasectomy.”

Jason gasped over dramatically.

“You’d do that for little ol’ me?”

He breathed in faux reverence. Roy rolled his eyes.

“If it meant I could have unlimited creampies? Yeah, I’d be happy to shoot blanks.” He smiled. “Plus I remember all the crazy side effects the girls dealt with at the Tower when they started the pill and…yeah. I love you too much to let you go through that.”

Jason chuckled, nuzzling further into his chest.

“How romantic.”

“I know right.” He hummed, a hand slowly reaching down to stroke over Jay’s stomach. “Though, I’m sure you’d look real pretty, all swollen and pregnant.” His other hand came to cup a pec. “With fat tits full of milk.”

Jay immediately pushed him away, an indignant cry passing his lips.

“Ok we’re done with hypotheticals, you took it too far.”

Roy laughed hard, doubling over himself and dissolving into a fit of coughs. His lover shook his head, patting his back.

“No wonder you were a young dad.”

The lights in the room were dimmed considerably now, not fully shut off, they never were with Jason hating the dark, but low enough that both felt they could comfortably fall asleep. Roy had a leg thrown over Jay’s hip, a hand on either side of his boyfriend’s face. He was pushing Jason’s lips into a perfect pout, speaking to him in a hushed tone in between showering him in kisses.

“You’re the most handsome man in the entire world.” He whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips. His lover hummed, arms wrapped around his waist tightening. Roy moved his grip to be cupping his face better, eyes trained on his expression. “I’m so lucky to have you, every day with you is a gift.” He breathed, delivering more soft kisses to his cheeks, a few over his face randomly, but always back to his lips. Jason was fighting a good fight, trying his hardest to keep a straight face. “I wish I could shrink you down and carry you in my pocket everywhere Jaybird.” He mumbled, giving him more kisses. “I’d dress you up in Lian’s Barbie clothes, and keep you all nice and warm wrapped in a tissue.” God, this was too hard. Jason slowly smiled at that one, giggling. “Ah hah! I knew I could get you to smile.”

Roy accused, nuzzling his head into Jason’s chest. He felt victorious, making his lover who was always so stoned face laugh at something so stupid. The man above him grunted, running his fingers in his hair.

“You’re unhinged, you know that Harper?”

His boyfriend pulled his head back to look at him better, eyes full of amusement (and adoration).

“Yeah, unhinged for you specifically.” He nuzzled back in against his chest. “I just wanna make you happy Jay.” He hummed.

Jason broke out into a soft smile, starting to gently scratch at the redhead’s scalp.

“You do make me happy, love.” he said in a soft breath, kissing the top of his lover’s head. “I don’t think there’s anyone out there that makes me happier.”

His boyfriend’s breath hitched slightly, and glancing down had him come face to face with big green eyes peering up at him.

“You mean that?” He asked in a soft, gooey voice. Jason couldn’t help the “pffff” that passed his lips, cupping Roy’s face and kissing him softly.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Even more than Dick?”

Ok, now he was pushing his luck (the answer was yes, obviously, but he wouldn’t put it past his older brother to somehow figure out he agreed, shattering his heart in an instant.)

“There’s absolutely no need to bring Richard into this.”

A frankly shit eating grin came to his boyfriend’s lips.

“That’s not what I was talking about.”

It took a few seconds for it to process before Jason was attempting to push Harper out of the bed.

“No! No! Wait! I’m sorry!”

His lover shouted through giggles.

“Too late, your sentence has been chosen.”

A few minutes later, Jason finds himself once again in Roy’s lap, but in a far less sexually charged way. His arms wrapped around the other's shoulders, holding him close as the two languidly make out with one another. Tongues roving over each other's soft mouths, lips moving in a gentle tandem. Roy's hands had fallen comfortably on Jay's waist, not quite gripping him but holding him in such a way so he couldn't leave easily.  Their movements, both soft and eager to please, both desperately wanting to show the other how much they feel for them. Neither were sure how long they had been going for, seconds? minutes? hours? It didn't matter. What mattered was their lover knowing how cherished they were. After a good long while, it's Roy who finally breaks them apart, pulling back with the goofiest smile on his face, chest heaving with heavy pants.

"God, baby, we're gonna have to stop soon if we don't want a round 2."

He sighed, pressing kisses along the fresh hickeys he had left earlier. Jason chuckled softly.

"Don't you mean round 4? Do you remember how many times we went at it?" He smiled. Gently cupping Roy's jaw, he pulled him a bit closer. "Just...5 more minutes...ok?"

He breathed, fingers appreciating the stubble under them, his other hand idly stroking up and down his lover's chest. Roy's heart eyed expression was all Jason needed to know he was going to get what he wanted. With a sigh, the archer smiled.

"Yeah...5 more minutes baby...then bed."

(5 minutes was an aspirational estimation, when Roy finally checked the clock again, he could've sworn the number had gone up by an hour.)

With only a soft glow now enveloping the room, the two men lay wrapped in one another, gripping to warm skin like a lifeline. Roy’s head lay against Jason’s chest, his hot breath tickling across his bare skin in a comfortable way. It reassured Jay, letting him know that he was right there, always close to him. His arms tightened around the redhead’s waist, his nose buried in his hair, finding solace in that dreamy scent again, now from the source. With eyes still closed, he spoke in a sleepy tone, hoping his lover was still somewhat awake.

“Roy?”

He mumbled, hands splaying out and laying soothing touches over the tank top.

“Hmmm? Y’h?”

His boyfriend groaned, shuffling a bit to get more comfortable. Jason smiled, adjusting his grip to hold him better.

“I love you.”

He breathed, feeling his lover smile against his skin.

“I love you too, Jaybird.” He adjusted his head to yawn, one of those exaggerated sounds where you could hear the person’s jaw click. God, he was such a dad. “Goodnight, baby.”

Jason Todd x Roy Harper

NSFW-18+-MDNI

Words: 17.8k

Tags: smut, top Roy Harper, bottom Jason Todd, established relationship (all other tags on Ao3) link here

Notes: thought I'd start posting my fics here, and why not start with a bang with this goliath. This one's for all the boy kissers out there that want a bit more realistic approach to sex. I hope y'all enjoy :3

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It had been a grueling two weeks for Jason.

He hated the allegations that bounced around the bat family group chat that he was needy and codependent. He isn’t. He swears. But sometimes there are just those days or weeks where Roy wasn’t around, and suddenly things felt a little harder, and the world felt a little heavier, and he worries a bit more than usual. Those feelings wear on as the days crawl by, and when his boyfriend is finally back, Jay would feel them all melt away with the cuddles and loving he always receives upon his return. It wasn’t codependency, just the normal emotional reaction someone has when the person they live with and love isn’t there for them at all hours just a call away like they usually are. Yup. Completely normal. Not something he needs to talk to his therapist about.

But something about this time around just felt…tougher than usual. Maybe it was because it had been a while since they had time apart, maybe it’s because Lian went away with him this time, or maybe it was because he had been having to work harder as Red Hood due to an increase in rogue attacks and Black Masks activities in the Narrows. No matter the reason, Jason was legitimately counting down the seconds until the apartment doors would open, parting to welcome home his love. 

Roy had been invited back to Star City for a couple of weeks to celebrate Dinah’s birthday, and spend time with the (usually quite disfunctional) arrow clan. From what Ollie had relayed, they knew that Connor, Mia, Emiko, Thea, and others would attempt to be there, as well as a few of the Birds of Prey (hoping Harley wouldn’t be arrested as soon as she made it to the city), for the celebration. It honestly sounded like a good time, besides all the chaos it would generate, and also it would be nice to show up for Dinah. 

Obviously, Jason had been invited. Despite what some people might think (Damian and Steph), Ollie actually didn’t mind spending time with Jason, and not just because he was his adoptive son's boyfriend and the step father to his granddaughter. They surprisingly got along very well, sharing a lot of beliefs on the world and how it should be run, and Oliver often gave him good advice when he was on the fritz with Bruce for whatever reason that particular month. Unfortunately, due to the aforementioned increase in rogue activity and Hood needing to be around to ensure his territory remains his, he wouldn’t be able to join them. Everyone understood, but it still didn’t mitigate all disappointment. 

However, Jason and Roy were given a sort of gift of their own as compensation. After a long conversation between Ollie and Roy, his father could see the stress of parenting, hero-ing and just general life that was starting to wear on him. He looked worn out and tired, and so often during his visit did he seem at his wits end with Lian (Not that he harbored any unpleasant feelings for her, sometimes it’s just hard taking care of a 10 year old). He wasn’t as well versed in solo parenting as he used to be. So, Oliver had kindly offered to watch over his daughter for an extra week out in Star City to give him a break, and some much needed time alone with Jay. While Roy was apprehensive to the idea, he couldn’t deny that he was a bit burnt out from everything. And, c’mon, the girl would be in the hands of two very competent adults (Dinah’s competent hands at least). In the end, he took him up on the offer, mentioning it to Jason on one of their calls.

Which meant the two would have the apartment to themselves for a week. 

Interesting.

Wouldn’t it be nice to plan something for that time alone together?

Now, Jason could admit that he wasn’t the most romantic person out there. He was killed at 15 with only one meaningful romantic relationship, and even then it was teenage puppy love (That wasn’t to say he didn’t greatly appreciate his relationship with Rena, rather that that kind of love didn’t translate the best into adult romantic relationships). When he came back, all his mind was focused on was rage and setting a wrong right. He didn’t allow himself the time to engage in something as frivolous and useless to him as love, and definitely wasn’t getting close enough with anyone to have sex. Even after he calmed his issues and started his healing, dating was still something he felt novice in. When he would put himself out there, it wasn’t often there was a second date, or he’d be met with the expectation that he’d be a companion for a night and discarded after his use. And while there were times where, yeah, it was a fun idea to spend a night in bed with a man, woman, or person, he still felt an ache for a love that extended beyond that, even if it was unknown to him. He’d only indulged in the fantasy once or twice and, well, he was sure it probably felt a lot better when you were in love. Less transactional, less stressful, less artificial. He learned pretty quickly “casual” wasn’t in his wheelhouse. 

Despite these struggles, he likes to think he’s changed since dating Roy, that his skills have expanded in the romance department. Sure, they might be geared towards his boyfriend's love languages specifically, but improvement is still improvement. And honestly, he wasn’t planning on needing those skills for anyone else. He’d get them a babysitter for Lian, light some candles and put on some smooth R&B, cook them a good meal, sometimes even let Roy help. He’d sit on the fire escape with him, sharing a soda or coffee or dessert like they used to with cigarettes, talking about their days, the nothings, the everything’s. Some nights they’d cuddle up on the couch together and watch a movie, and Jason would play with Roy’s hair. He’d whisper things like wanting to kiss every freckle on his skin, or promise that he’d find him in every lifetime like the mushy men in his books would. It was the simple kind of love he had never been able to believe in. Not really. Every time, Roy would look at him like he was his entire world, like he couldn’t help but melt into a goo of a man around him.

And well…it was really nice. Just that intimacy with another person. Knowing that he had someone there that wanted to make him feel loved deeply and truly, but also in the more casual ways. It felt like a breath of fresh air, a zap to his heart that made it start beating again. But, he would be lying if he said he didn’t like what came after the meals were finished, the film credits rolled, and the cool night breeze forcing them back inside. Never in his life would he have expected to not just want sex when it was offered, but to crave it. He wasn’t as sexually experienced as Roy early in their relationship, not by a long shot (Lian had to have come from somewhere, right?). Early on it wasn’t a hot and heavy kinky affair where Jason was being turned out every which way, being man handled into whatever position Roy wanted, becoming a sex kitten or used as a fuck toy or whatever everyone made “good sex” out to be in movies or tv shows or erotica or porn. It was actually really soft, slow, and extremely gentle. 

Their first time sleeping together probably wouldn’t even constitute as sex for most people, it was just Roy and him making out in bed, the red head’s thigh finding its way between his legs and…yeah. He still got goosebumps thinking about the calloused hands on his hips, firm as they guided him to move back and forth on the solid muscle. When he finished in his boxers, he was waiting for the teasing to come, to be compared to a teenager, but, Roy honest to god groaned in delight, and gave him that lazy smile that even made his freshly spent cock twitch. What was crazier, the man didn’t even expect to get off after that, making moves like he was gonna get outta bed, but Jason insisted. Even if it wasn’t adult film worthy, Roy swore that the over his sweat pants handjob he received from Jay was the hardest he came in a long ass time. And maybe that would’ve inflated Jason’s ego just a little bit, if he hadn’t been wholly changed and ripped open emotionally by the tenderness of the whole experience. 

From there, their sexual escapades remained a similar level of unadventurous (in the most amazing and mutually appreciated ways possible). They took everything with baby steps, not wanting to dive off the deep end, but rather explore the waters by wading through them slowly. It took a few weeks before Jason let Roy give him a handjob, legitmately almost having a panic attack watching his lover pull his dick out of his pants for him for the first time (but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t extremely turned on when it happened). They were almost 4 months in when Jason finally allowed him the honour of letting him suck his cock (and to Roy it truly was an honour.) Afterwards, the redhead was ready to receive their usual bedroom activities in return (or even have them call if a night, which was always an option), but Jay shocked him. He’d slunk onto the floor next to the bed and asked so sweetly (and shyly) if Roy would teach him how to suck him off. How could he deny him that request? He learned that night how to give a good blow job, and while it was messy and uncoordinated and he needed to be talked through it, Roy loved every single second of it. Moreso, Jason adored getting to do it, getting to please his boyfriend and make him feel as good as he made him feel. 

That’s where they were for a good long while. No power dynamic, no assigned position. Just wanting to make the other feel good, and loved, and worshiped. It wasn’t the norm per say, but who the fuck cares about what’s “normal” anyways? Not the two vigilantes who hadn’t got to experience it a day in their life. That, however, didn’t stop any outside influences from trickling in. When their friends would jokingly (they sure as hell hoped jokingly) ask who was the bottom in their relationship, they would both just have to laugh it off and brush the jokes off. Sure, Jason had heard almost every single insult that exists out there hurled at him in his day to day life, and shouldn’t have been rattled by being asked what traditional role he plays in the bedroom…but…look. As much as he liked to play the part of someone that was as far away from self consciousness as possible, he was only human. Some conflicting feelings started brewing up inside him. Did he do the normal thing and tell Roy about his insecurity? No! What? Are you nuts? No, instead he actually dealt with it by doing the stupidest thing in the world, thank you very much. He got drunk with Dick, and in his emotionally vulnerable state, divulged to him that he felt bad about not being a good partner by figuring that out together.

What could he say, he’s amazing at relationships.

After a very awkward consolation, and Dick shooting off some texts to Roy (like the traitor he is), when Jason got home the following day, the couple ended up having a talk about their dynamic, or well, lack thereof. It was a long conversation, full of emotions and tears and constant reassurance. Jason felt he was holding Roy back from experiencing what he liked sexually, while Roy kept assuring that he loved Jason and would be happy with anything his lover gave him. If they stopped having sex tomorrow, he would honestly and genuinely be ok with that. To him, the act was a physical way to show his lover how he felt about him, a time where he would be able to pour the pure devotion he felt to someone directly into them, allowing them to feel worshipped and adored not just for their body, but for everything they do. It didn’t need a outline, roles to play, a understanding of “I’m fucking you and you’re taking it” or whatever the fuck everyone else thought sex had to be. He just wanted to make his honey feel good, and let him know he loved him enough to want him to feel good. And while he loved it, the physical connection and the emotional aspects, he understood if it wasn’t for Jason, and would adapt accordingly. 

And fuck if that didn’t destroy Jason from the inside out.

His struggle was less about not wanting sex per se, but rather feeling like he was doing it wrong, and taking away enjoyment from his partner through his missteps. He wanted to try the more adventurous parts of sex, but because he had never experienced them before, they felt insurmountable. As mentioned before, he was very inexperienced, and while sure he’d watched porn before and read erotica, those things weren’t real. They were dramatizations of the truth. Like, once you’re in a gunfight, you know where the movies get it wrong. Same difference when it comes to sex. He wanted to be good for Roy, he wanted his boyfriend to enjoy what they did together, and wanted to try new things, but also wanted it to be everything he imagined without the threat of human error. And to him, the thought of them not having distinct roles felt like a short coming. 

Because sure, you can have sex without penetration, you don’t have to put your cock in someone for it to magically suddenly become you having sex. If they already got you off in one of the thousands of other ways you can cum, that’s just as much sex as any other act (and getting off doesn’t even need to be part of it). Jason knows that. Jason has experienced that with Roy, and the redhead made sure to let him know that he was more than happy with their sex life just being that. However, he still felt like he was missing out on something. While the point had been hammered into his head a million times by now, we don’t have to have penetrative sex, we don’t need a bottom or a top or a dom or a sub to our relationship, that didn’t stop Jay from 1. Feeling like something was missing, and 2. Being curious. Maybe his reasoning was a bit more selfish than he’d let on. Maybe this “shortcoming” wasn’t keeping something from Roy, but more like keeping something from himself.

When he lost his virginity, he had been the “top” (even if straight relationships don’t have tops…he stuck his penis in a vagina.) It was fine, all things considered. With all the emotional stuff put to the side, it felt rather nice. But…how could he say this and not sound like an asshole…it was kinda underwhelming. Don’t get him wrong, it was really good, but the sensation of it all just…it felt like something was missing. He thought it was a fluke the first time. But when he tried again years later, he had the same feeling. It was good, he enjoyed himself, but again, something was amiss. At first he just chalked it up to the lack of intimate connection with who he was sleeping with, but over time, he thinks he figured out what was really up.

Now, listen, he isn’t stupid. He knows about different types of pleasure. He knows the parts of the body that feel good, where the nerves are that when treated the right way, will lead to an orgasm (as clinical as all that sounds). So, obviously, naturally, he knew what a prostate was, and what it can be used for. So, yeah…he got curious about it. Did he voice this curiosity to Roy? Fuck no? Obviously not. Instead he did what anyone curious about that kind of pleasure would do, he experimented. 

It started with just feeling around in the shower one day while home alone. Just some exploratory touching, that’s all. It’s healthy. He had briefly skimmed an article about it beforehand, cleared his search history five times, and then found himself alone under a warm stream with a bottle of lube, courtesy of (stolen from) Roy. Alone in there, one hand found his dick, giving it smooth strokes, while his other hand felt around behind his balls until he found the rim of his asshole. He took his time, felt things out with a finger, pushing in past the rim while thinking of how hot his boyfriend was. Then a second one was pushed in, feeling around inside, making a come hither motion while remembering all the nice things Roy would say to him during sex. The soft praises, the gentle commands, the breathy “fucks” and “damns” and “right there baby, don’t stop”. Before he knew it, he ended up having the most earth shattering orgasm of his life while tugging on his cock, his ring and middle finger knuckle deep inside of him. It was insane how pleasurable it was, even just on the first contact with his prostate. It almost felt like the pressure of needing to piss mixed with a slow thrum of an orgasm that just seemed to build slowly. Bolts of tingly pleasure shooting through his pelvis, making his nervous system buzz with sensation. And god the orgasm, his body hitting a peak and sending shockwaves through him. Afterwards, he felt light headed, legs like jello, barely able to keep himself from finding the shower floor. He shuffled out of the bathroom, collapsing on his shared bed barely wrapped in a towel, needing a good few minutes to catch his breath. 

So he liked anal. Noted.

From there, he explored some more. With a baseline of what he liked, he could figure out where to go. Bought a few toys he didn’t necessarily hide from Roy, more so kept them in a safe house so he wouldn’t risk their discovery by someone who shouldn’t see them (Lian)(and Dick, the snoop). He tried some vibrators designed for prostate stimulation with weird “manly” names, and while he had to stop himself from cringing at what felt like fabricated lewdness, he did really enjoy them during his alone time. Naturally, as this self discovery progressed, he ended up buying himself a dildo, roughly the size and length of his boyfriend’s member (it was quite a bit smaller, but you can’t blame him for not wanting to bust out a measuring tape while giving his lover head). He considered it a trial run for the real thing. And while it might’ve taken him forever to finally, actually use it, he couldn’t say that he disliked the feeling of it (he honestly really fucking liked it if the mess he made in the bed was any indication). With all that knowledge acquired, he decided that maybe it was something that he would be interested in pursuing in the bedroom with Roy.

Not that he brought it up until a few months later, he needed time to work up the courage.

They were alone on one of the few weeks during the year that Dinah took Lian for a few days when Jason first shot the idea out there. He didn’t set it up like “I want to bottom”, just pitching that he was interested in trying some backdoor stuff with Roy. This did take his lover aback, mostly just because it felt so out of the blue, but he recovered quickly, being more than onboard to try it with him (Jason did reveal that he did take the time to experiment beforehand which, hey, Roy kinda knew after needing a place to stay after a particular bad patrol, and finding a vibrator in the bedside table rather than gauze for a shoulder wound. He had decided to just keep it to himself). Once again, they didn’t just immediately jump into full on anal sex, rather a finger or two during a blow job (which holy shit, how could that feel even better than doing it alone? (probably because Roy was well versed in it, and knew Jason inside and out)). After a few more bouts in the bed like that, Roy fingering him while doing various sex acts they were comfortable with, or even just doing it on its own, seeing what they enjoyed, Jason was ready for the real deal. 

It was a slow and steady affair, with (pardon the pun) a butt load of lube, gentle praises (which both knew they liked), slow and steady movement, and even more lube. In the end, Jason had his first experience with anal sex, obviously. Roy was as amazing as he could be during the entire thing, of course he was. While the man could be pigheaded and make some dumb decisions and find exactly where Jason’s buttons were like he was playing Moonlight Sonata (third movement) on them, he knew when to be on his best behaviour. He himself had been on the receiving end of someone’s cock before (“I was young and dumb once too, Jaybird.” “Yeah, Donna’s told me.”) and knew the importance of good stretching, lubrication and taking things easy. While he had decided a while ago bottoming wasn’t really for him, he was happy to help Jason on his journey of trying it out (and wouldn’t have been entirely opposed to giving Jay a shot at giving it to him). He fully accepted any and all outcomes before they started, whether it be Jason loving it and wanting it again, or him hating it and needing for them to stop. In the end, he didn’t need to worry. Both ended the night extremely satisfied. Perhaps a few tears were shed (not just from pleasure and endorphins, but the emotional process of having someone care enough for you that they want you to enjoy what they’re doing with your body) but neither regretted the experience.

This very long winded account of their sex life is to say that Jason liked to bottom. It wasn’t something that he did every single time they hooked up, especially because the window in which they would be able to was always very small (with Jay’s low libido, and having a child in the house), but when he did get to indulge, he always had a good time. This is also to say that Jason is a romantic in his own way, and always tries his best to make sure Roy feels as loved as possible, despite the challenges in ensuring that.

So, with Roy coming back from a few weeks with family to a childless apartment, Jason wanted to make it special.

He decided to plan a full romantic evening for them, but did put special emphasis on sex in his preparations. It was a bit odd to him, for sex to be at the forefront of his mind, that his desires were something he was planning around rather than having to be planned. So many times Roy and he set up times for sex that had to be canceled because he wasn’t in the mood. Not that cancelling was ever really a problem. His boyfriend would give him a look, or touch him, or outright ask if he wanted it, and sometimes he’d melt into it and let Roy lead him into an evening of pleasure, and sometimes he’d shake his head and they’d go back to cuddling and watching their movies. So to organize a sexually charged welcome home was a great change from the norm (but as stated earlier, Jason hated the norm). 

The first step in the plan was a diet change. To spare most of the details, it would make the prep before the act itself as easy as possible. As much as he had started to love bottoming, he really didn’t hold much fondness for the prep (he would be shocked if anyone said they actually liked douching). He wasn’t going to go all porn star and only eat clear foods, but a bit more fiber in the mix was a necessary change to facilitate his routine. Along with this, he started messing around with the area more so the stretch wouldn’t be so dramatic. If you want to avoid any type of ripping, prep is an important step. Your asshole kind works like an elastic, and while the stereotypes and rumours that you can stretch it out permanently are completely untrue, opening up and stretching it repeatedly the days leading up to sex would ease the prepping process. It’s a muscle, and like how stretching into a split every days makes it easier, fucking your ass every day will make it more prepared for a good dicking (everyone say thank you for the tips Mr. Todd).

The next step was looking into things that could spice up their bedroom life without stepping too far out of his own comfort zone. There were obvious options, like toys, but Jason wasn’t really the type to enjoy those with a partner. Yes, yes, he knows that sex toys are tools to use in tandem, that they’re your partner and not your enemy, all that good stuff. To him, they were just a little overwhelming to have in the mix . Watching the other person go back and forth between what they’re doing and using them, the sounds of them, having to clean them and charge them, and the testing fazes of seeing what was good or not. They just…weren’t for him in that particular setting. On his own, where he could cringe and laugh freely without feeling judged? Of course. He just wasn’t there with Roy yet. (Not that a bullet vibe or cock ring every now and then would offend him)

So, what else could be an option?

New positions? Too easy. Introducing a new kink? Too risky (and too much pressure). Roleplay? No. Just, no. Getting to the bottom of the list of ideas some knock off cosmo website was suggesting, however, seemed to have him strike gold. A timeless suggestion.

Lingerie.

Now this, as a concept, wasn’t something entirely new to the couple. Jason had, once or twice, lured Roy into a romp in the sheets by strutting around in his boxers. It was fun and sexy, and honestly did give Jay the biggest ego boost in the world with the way Roy would look at him, but it wasn’t explored much outside of that. So, naturally, that was something he could do for Roy. It was within their rotation of things they liked in the bedroom, so it wouldn’t stress Jay out too much, and he could add the slightest twist to this sexscapade he was planning. 

At first he just hopped on some site advertising men’s lingerie and…woof. It wasn’t bad, just corny. So fucking corny. There were tantalizing boxers, with “erotic” patterns and promises to hug your butt better, some thongs designed to fit a man’s package, briefs made with gold spandex or animal print design. They just, yeah. They weren’t what he was looking for. Maybe for a gag gift for Dick, but not the surprise he had in mind (he was sure Roy would just laugh upon seeing them). He then switched gears, checking on the women’s side of things. Jason wasn’t really a believer in gender roles, hell, he’d watched Wonder Woman work from a young age, had teamed up with an amazon himself, and beat up men, women and in betweens on the regular. He didn’t have time to care about what fabric being cut into what shape belonged to what gender (everyone applaud, Red Hood is woke). He scrolled down, looking at the different designs. He knew he didn’t want anything lacy, or made too restrictive. He wanted something he would feel comfortable wearing under clothes that was, y’know, cute. God forbid he wants to feel good in this thing. After scrolling for a while, sorting through body suits and babydolls and outfits made with lacy dental floss, he decided to give up on that idea for the time being, not finding anything he liked.

It wasn’t until a few days later that the idea he settled on popped into his head. While Jason was getting ready for patrol one of the nights, he’d paused, staring at himself in the mirror for a moment. He had just slipped on his jock strap to secure his cup before getting the rest of his armour on. Like that, everything clicked into place. He gave a slow twirl while looking at himself, realizing that…yeah, jockstraps are technically considered a lingerie of sorts. I mean, his ass was fully out, and it did highlight his package. Maybe if he got himself a new one, with a less generic design…hmmm

With a quick website search and overnight shipping paid, that was sorted.

The last step in his planning was to let his family know not to bother him. No family interruptions to ruin the mood was gravely important to him. He could’ve gone out of his way to make a big show to everyone that he was going to be busy and that bothering him would put a threat on their life but…he didn’t want them to be worried and come over because of those threats. Instead he did the second best option. The night before, he made sure he got partnered with Tim for patrol, and when they were saying their goodbyes before going home…

“I’m not gonna be available tomorrow.”

He hummed, reloading his gun with rubber bullets for his journey home, just in case.

“Why’s that?”

Tim asked, his gaze neutral, with the slightest hint of interest. He wasn’t really that engrossed in Jason’s life, but know-it-all (stalker) tendencies tend to die hard. 

“Roy’s coming home.”

He shrugged. His brother's face was unmoving, but Jay caught his eyebrows barely twitching.

“Gross. I’ll let B know.”

He responded. Jason was glad his helmet hid the curve of his smile. No one was better at micromanaging other people like Tim Drake. He’d get the message across.

“Thanks, ‘ppreciate it.” Turning on his heels to leave, he called out. “Say hi to test tube baby Superman and Bernie for me.”

And like that, all that was left for Jason to do was wait.

It wasn’t as easy as it sounds. Roy and him have a habit of telling each other everything, especially when they’re apart. On a normal day, their text chain is already full of near hourly updates, so you can imagine how bad it would be when they were apart. Thank god Bruce was paying for unlimited minutes (but again, not clingy or codependent). To keep all that planning and organizing away from his boyfriend was no easy feat. He forced his lips to remain shut though, despite his urges. He kept all flirting to a minimum, and interacted with him like everything was fine, and he wasn’t a ball of nerves waiting for him to get back. He mostly channeled that into normal feelings of missing his partner (Plus having Lian on the calls with them definitely helped keep his mind off the topic).

It was still a bit odd to him, even as the days grew closer to Roy getting home, how bad he actually wanted sex. It wasn’t that he never wanted it, just that it was an unusual craving for him. Like, usually Roy was the one suggesting it, and if he felt inclined, he would take him up on the offer. Sure, there were the nights where Jason would just kinda feel as though he could go for some sex, like it was a meal that passed his mind and he wanted a taste, but this was different. This was a craving. This was a want deep in his belly that could not be satiated. Even with him basically jerking off every day while waiting for his boyfriend to be home, the itch was never scratched. 

He’d think about Roy, fantasize vaguely about what it would be like, how he would respond. Would he be rougher? Maybe put some of that frustration from being away into it? Fuck what if he got all possesive like that one time they had to work with Rose and she got a bit too flirty? Would he pick him up in those big strong arms like he did then? Grip and bend him like he did with his bow? (God is this what normal people’s libido is like? This all encompassing feeling of needing a cock buried inside you until it fills you just right? How could people live like this? Too many goddamn questions.) Those thoughts filled his mind, the pretty vignettes he painted of his boyfriend satiating him until the Friday of his return rolled around.

That morning, he sprung into action.  His plan was for them to…y’know, fuck, get cleaned up (maybe shower together, scandalous I know) then he would cook Roy dinner, and the two could cuddle and do whatever his love would want to do that evening. It was easy and foolproof. He made sure the apartment was as clean as possible, all dishes washed, all clothes put away, everything in top order so there’d be no distractions (not that he had made much of a mess on his own anyway). He even made sure to change the bedding, putting on a nice and crisp fresh set, and fluffed Roy’s pillows just like he liked (which Jason always found stupid but for today, he’d make an exception). Then it was onto cleaning up himself. Besides the obvious way, he also went in with a razor to just clean up some of the hair he had going on down there. He wasn’t aiming for ‘fully shaved fully smooth baby skin’ or anything, just trimming things down. He wanted to put some effort into his “look”, show himself off without having a bush of black hair hide everything. Then it was just normal shower measures like his hair, face and body.

With that finished, it was onto the big guns.

He put on the jock he ended up buying, admiring himself in the mirror for a moment. It was clearly not made to hold a cup, having more room for a cock to show off its full potential than something made to protect. Mostly black fabric, some red detailing in the elastic and trim. It hugged him perfectly, and looked amazing against his skin. Yeah, Roy was gonna lose his mind. He paired it with a black, worn out tank top, one that the man of the hour loved to compliment him on whenever he wore it (also the one that had Dick complaining that the titty area was too stretched out when he borrowed it). Lastly, because he knew his audience well, he slipped on a pair of grey sweatpants, letting them hang low enough to show the cut V of his hips, but not show the band of the underwear. Roy might be a grown man with a child that has quite literally helped in saving the world, but he wasn’t immune to dick print propaganda. Jason was now dressed for his main event.

What was left was just minor things he knew his boyfriend would appreciate. A few spritzes of that cologne that had him shoving his face in Jason’s neck at every opportunity to smell it (a change from his usual smell of gunpowder and tiger balm). He did his hair in a pushed back style that his lover also went crazy for (and yes, always said that one line when he did it). He got the lighting nice and dimmed in the bedroom, made sure the apartment smelt nice and fresh, left out towels, lube and condoms for later, and just like that (with all that effort), Jason was ready to welcome the love of his life home.

All that was left was the boring part, waiting.

He had gotten the text that Roy was leaving the airport, and took that as his queue to get situated in the living room to wait for him. He tried to peacefully read his book, scroll on his phone, reread the recipe he wanted to make for them later, but none of it was working in silencing his overcrowded mind. He was so antsy, just waiting for his boyfriend to get home was sending him into a spiral. Hands clammy, chest tightening, those little spikes in the back of his brain going off. He knew he wanted this, almost fucking needed it, but what if this whole week, all this prep work, was leading up to him getting cold feet and not wanting to actually proceed? Would that be a bad thing? Obviously not, and he knew Roy would never treat him like it, but that didn't stop him from worrying. It was like those nerves he got before they went on high risk missions. Knowing deep in his mind and body that they would be able to get the job done with little to no complications, but still fearing that this will be what does them in. Those jitters that would find him and refuse to stop their itching under his skin. He forced himself to put his distractions down, taking deep breaths like he would before those operations. He was going to be fine, he had a plan, he knew his target (his boyfriend), knew his weaknesses (literally anything he did), and knew that he truly and deeply wanted to try this kind of sexual experience with him. If Roy thought it would be a bad idea, he'd stop him. If Jason wanted to back out, he'd let him. He wouldn't know until he tried, and he was already far too happy to try. Those calming thoughts brought him back into the present, and he was relaxed and focused just in time to see the notification of their doorbell camera going off.

Not even a second later, he heard the sound of keys, and the creak of their old apartment door slowly opening, and suddenly the familiar red hair and goofy smile was back in his life after two weeks away. All daunting thoughts vanished in an instant with that sight. Roy was a bit preoccupied with bringing in his luggage to notice Jay sitting and waiting for him. He called out for him, excitement and a hint of desperation clear in his voice. 

"Jaaaybird! I'm home!!!"

He practically yelled, his eyes sparkling as he took in their apartment once more. He missed him too, cute. Jason stood from the couch, catching Roy off guard a bit, but his boyfriend's face went from shock to eager in a heartbeat.

"God Jay, I fucking missed you."

He breathed, already ignoring the mess of travel bags in order to make grabby hands at his lover. Jason chuckled, walking over and easily finding his rightful place in Roy's strong arms. Immediately, they locked lips, unable to ignore that deep seated urge bubbling up in both their chests. They weren’t going to deny themselves the pleasure of getting to kiss each other after fate had taken it away from them for half a month. The languid exchange lasted a good long while, long drawn out kisses that bordered on making out but weren’t quite heated enough keeping them busy for at least a couple of minutes. When they decided to part though, mostly because they needed to take deep breaths, Jason looked down at his boyfriend with all of the love in his heart plastered across his face.

"I missed you too."

He hummed, nosing at the warm strands of fiery hair at the top of the other's head. He breathed the smell of his shampoo in, the empty feeling of huffing his pillows rolled away, getting his fix on the real thing. They easily fell into a soft conversation about the little things, what they had been up to, how Dinah’s party went, how Lian was doing, how much they missed each other's company. It was good, raw and domestic, and so fucking needed. Jason was almost forgetting what he had been wanting to do to him.

Almost.

It was time to put everything in motion. As they stood in that embrace for a few more beats, taking deep breaths of each other, Jason heard Roy hum softly against his neck.

"You're wearing that cologne I like."

He mumbled, already starting to nose at the warm, tan skin of his neck and chest. It was more of a statement than a question, closer to an accusation really. Nothing slipped past him. Jay chuckled, cupping the back of his head and subtly pressing him in further.

"Yeah, I am."

Was all he said, feeling Roy smile against his skin. Jason gently scratched his fingers along the back of his head the way he knew he liked, chest swelling as he saw the goosebumps bloom across his arms and shoulders.

"Mmm, y'smell nice."

His lover mumbled, making Jay barely contain his smirk.

"Thank you, baby."

The red head's hands slowly trailed along his love's clothes, playing with the fabric. Fingers twirling the worn out cotton tank top, not at all hiding how he was trying to take a peak at his pants (or really down them)

"And you're wearing those clothes I like."

He pointed out as well, leaning back a bit so he could appreciate the ensemble better. Fuck, those verdant eyes taking him in shouldn't be causing such a stir in Jason's loins. He simply nodded again, hands stroking idly on Roy's chest in that way he knew drove him wild.

"Mhhm."

He purred, biting back a smile. This whole seductive thing didn't come to him easily, but he didn't think it mattered much, it seemed Roy was already wrapped around his finger. With that hazy look in his eyes, his demeanour melted to being lazier, like a fat cat that knew it was about to be fed. His hold on Jason changed, moving to wrap around his waist rather than his upper back and shoulders.

"You seem mighty interested in something, Jay. Got something on your mind?"

He breathed.

Jason couldn't help but lick his lips while looking at Roy. That quizzical look on his face, his stubble growing in and peppering his skin, wearing his travel clothes, an old band tee and baggy tactical pants (he always liked them on flights for the extra pocket space). And god, even that stupid cap was making Jay’s knees weak. He was irresistible, more so than normal. Jason couldn't hold himself back anymore. He gave him a cheeky shrug, smiling down on him. 

"Just...missed you. Wanted to welcome you home."

He breathed, subtly taking a step forward, and moving Roy back. Even if he noticed it, there was no fighting back, just steps following the others lead. Jason gently held Roy's jaw, pulling him in to kiss again, mouths finding each other and fitting together seamlessly. His hand came up and pulled the cap from his head, throwing somewhere in the kitchen as his fingers threaded into orange strands. As they remained lip locked, Jason slowly pushed his boyfriend backwards, leading him until they were flush against the front door. A quiet “ oof ” leaving his love’s lips. His arms framed the other's face, elbows and forearms pressed against the harsh wood, not quite pinning him, but trapping him in. Roy returned his passion with equal fervency, barely pulling away to mumble.

“What’s gotten into you, Jaybird?”

What’s gotten into him? He wasn’t quite sure. All he knew was Roy wasn’t in him yet, and that was a problem.

He pressed himself against his leg, letting him feel the hard outline of his semi through his pants. That got a little gasp from the red head.

“Missed you, need you so bad.”

He exhaled against his lips, pulling him in again. He wasn’t pussy footing around, he desperately needed this man. Even with that statement, they continued to make out with unhurried passion, wanting to get their fill of what they had been denied for so long. Roy’s hands were roaming all over Jason’s body, from his chest, to down his flanks, to his back, and back up to his shoulders. He needed to feel every inch of him, make sure that what he was feeling was real and in front of him. He didn’t need to worry, his lover was genuine and tangible and so desperately trying not to grind his half flaccid dick into his thigh, no matter how good he was sure that would feel. He wanted to focus on Roy for now.

Slowly, the red head pulled back, eyes glued to the trail of spit between their lips. He was gripping Jason’s arms, letting his fingers softly touch the faint scars there. A lazy smile on his swollen lips, as he drawled in that smooth tone.

“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom, eh? I’ve been away from you long enough, I think we deserve to not do it against the door.”

He hummed, unable to resist the urge to kiss him again. Jason nodded, face practically flush to his, tongue refusing to stay in his own mouth. He gained the ability to pull away for a moment and nod.

“Yeah, the neighbours have had a few weeks of peace, I’d rather not traumatize them too much.”

He chuckled.

They made their way over to the bedroom, their bodies buzzing with excitement and need. Every step seemed like a promise, solidifying what they were about to do. What exactly? Roy wasn't entirely sure. With his Jaybird it could be some over the clothes stuff or just oral reciprocated between them. But Jason knew. Jason knew Roy was about to have his fucking socks knocked off with what he had planned. Everything else he had set up ahead of time had had the desired reaction, now it was just getting his lover to indulge in what he was wearing under his clothes.

Once in the room, Roy immediately clocked the items on the bedside table, condoms, lube and towel. Oh! Ok. That was more than he was expecting but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He turned to face Jason and was floored to catch the tail end of his boyfriend stripping off his shirt. God damn, had he been lifting more since he was gone? He swore his baby was not that bulky before he left. His mouth was salivating, taking in all the tanned skin, highlighted by scars and some faded bruises (some from work, others from pleasure almost fully healed with time). Jay caught his eye with a coy smile, gesturing with two of his fingers for Roy to come over. In a trance, he did, taking broad steps until he was all up in his personal space again (his favourite place to be). Jason gently took one of Roy's hands and led it to the bow tied at the waist band of his pants (he didn't miss exactly where Roy was focusing on his pants, however.)

"Got something for you, but you gotta take the wrapping off yourself."

He practically purred, kissing along the junction of his boyfriend's neck and shoulders (Fuck, that line sounded even hotter with an audience than when he was practicing it in the mirror). 

"I, uhm, fuck, you, god fucking damn Jaybird I don't know where this is coming from."

This wasn't the man who struggled to ask for a handjob before him, this was someone sexually confident and excited for sex in a way that caught him off guard. (That's not to say Jason wouldn't have his moments, there were plenty of those, but he usually was more indifferent or embarrassed by his desires than this.) His lover shrugged, a smirk on his face that was masking his slight worry that Roy didn't like what he was doing.

"I wanted to try something new."

He hummed. Something must've clicked in Roy because rather than press, he decided to use his vigilante training and investigate. He pulled at the draw string, hands finding Jason's waistband, and slowly pulling the pants down, gasping at what was waiting for him. 

The red and black jockstrap was gorgeous against Jason's skin, digging into it slightly in the most perfect way. It hugged his hips and cupped his ass perfectly, and even with an obstructed view, Roy was absolutely done for as soon as his eyes fell on it.

"God, what the fuck baby." His shocked laughter bubbled out. "You, holy shit, when did you get this? You look so, wow."

Amazing, hot, sexy, beautiful, fuckable, like the man I want to wake up to until I'm old and gray and people start finding it gross that I'm still fucking you? All those words tumbled through Roy's mind, completely transfixed on his lover. 

"You look stunning."

Is what he settled on, dazed at the sight.

Jason gave him an almost giddy smirk back, trailing towards the bed, letting Roy get a good look at his backside before he sat himself down on the comforter. This plan was going perfectly so far, now it was just to hook him in. He leaned back on his elbows, looking at Roy with that look. The look he would give him to let him know he was in the mood silently, for when his words failed and he couldn't verbalize what he needed but desperately wanted Roy's hands on him. Eyes tilted, taking in every inch of him, teeth barely finding his lip. He smiled, looking the redhead in the eyes.

"I got all this set up for you, we wouldn't want it to go to waste, huh?"

He hummed, reaching out to him.

Roy looked at him with something between fondness and hunger. He couldn’t help how much his heart was warmed by the gesture, but also couldn’t help how his cock was warmed with his interest in what his boyfriend was doing. Just, shit, this was Jason, his Jason, strewn out in the bed wearing a goddamned jockstrap, offering himself to him like a full course meal, looking like he was straight out of one of those flicks Roy used to buy on Cinemax. The same guy who last month told him he’d rather take a “romantic” stroll through the Gotham harbour than have sex right at that moment was spreading himself out and asking to be fucked. The same guy had orchestrated what was essentially a porn scene for him to walk into. It was an offer that was pretty hard to turn down. But Roy hesitated, stopping himself from jumping right in. He so desperately wanted to take his boyfriend up on what he was offering but still, though, he couldn’t allow himself to indulge in his surprise yet. Pardon Roy for wanting to be 100% sure this wasn’t something he was trying to force himself to do for him. 

“Are you sure? I know this is like…a step outside of our usual stuff.”

He hummed, crouching down to his level and holding Jason’s face. Their eyes were locked on one another, and pointedly, Roy’s would not leave his. He wanted him to know he wasn’t going to feast his eyes upon his lover’s delicious frame until he knew the other was totally sure of what he was doing. God, he was such a cutie, and Jesus, was it going straight to Jason’s dick. Consent isn’t hot, it’s mandatory, but goddamn can it be a turn on. Jay nodded in the freckled grasp, holding his lover's hands and turning his face to press kisses to the palms. He let the facade drop, speaking in his normal voice.

“I want to. I wasn’t lying, I literally planned all this because I really, really want to.”

He hummed, reiterating what he had said earlier. Roy gave him a soft look, eyebrows pinching and lip twitching as he took it all in.

“You did all this so that we could have sex?”

He asked, leaning in, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. Jay melted into it for a moment before responding.

“Yes…kinda…I wanted to make you feel special.” He breathed, going in for another smooch. “I wanted to do something nice for you after being away.”

The honesty oozed out of him without much fight from his inner walls, usually keeping everything in. He wanted his love to know he had been thinking of him, wanted to return to him the nicety he’d been so liberal with for everyone in his life. Roy hummed back, kissing him again.

“You didn’t have to do all that for me, I would’ve been happy fucking you anytime, any place, any way.” he said quietly, like he didn’t want to ruin the mood. “Not that this isn’t appreciated. I just don’t want you to think you gotta do something all nice and big for me to have sex with you…we can just do it.”

It was a gentle comfort really, but it felt like an attack. Jay made a soft, displeased noise.

“I know that, I just…I don’t know. I wanted to make it feel different, more…sexy? I feel like I ruin the mood sometimes by being so weird about it all. I wanted to…I want to show you I like this and I want it and- and” Feeling himself get worked up, Jay took a pause. He wanted to explain his thought process as clearly as possible, not mincing his words. He took a deep breath to compose himself, pulling back from Roy’s lips to look him in the eyes. “I want to have sex with you, like, fuck Roy, all I could think about this week is having sex with you. I want you to fuck me, and that’s fucking crazy to me. I love our sex, no matter how we do it, but ever since you were gone I have been craving that nasty, cheesy sex that everyone dreams of, and I want to cash in on this want before it goes away, and show you how much you mean to me by doing all this for you. I know I’m not gonna regret it, I just fucking need it…please.”

A soft hush fell over the room, shades of green observing each other. Jason gulped softly, afraid he said the wrong thing. That wouldn’t do. Roy broke first, moving from holding Jason’s face to the back of his head.

“First of all, you don’t ruin anything, the way you want sex is the way you want it, and that’s the way we’re doing it, end of story. I meet you where you are, and I enjoy myself, ok.” He breathed, his voice serious. He wasn’t leaving any room for arguments. “What gets you off gets me off, understood?” he waited for Jason to give him a nod before continuing. “Second of all, don’t you ever feel like you’re not sexy, ok? God, Jaybird, you’re the goddamn sexiest man I have ever gotten the honour of fucking with, and just because you don’t do that over the top porn shit doesn’t mean I don’t wanna give it to you constantly. I’m so fucking down for whatever you want baby.” His voice trailed off as he approached his last point, a cocky air finding him. He had that energy to him that he would have before becoming all flirty after laying down the law on how much he loved his boyfriend. Oh god, Jason was done for. “And third of all, I cannot tell you how turned on I am hearing that I had you rock hard all fucking week, thinking about my cock.”

The switch in tones and energy behind what he was saying gave him whiplash. Jason blushed heavily at his words, the red getting darker and darker as he spoke, reaching the tips of his ears and down his neck. Shit, if Roy Harper was one thing, it was a goddamned charmer. A shaky breath passed his lips. 

“I…God Roy, you make it too hard to think.” He whined, making his boyfriend smile. “I get it…thank you.”

Pulling him closer, the redhead nosed up his cheek, pressing kisses to his skin.

“I have that effect.” he grinned, Jay feeling his teeth against his skin in a non offensive way. “But also, thank you for sharing all that with me, and thank you for putting all this together for me. I’m sorry for all the pressing and sappy shit, I just wanna make sure you’re sure.”

He breathed, making Jason nod softly at his words.

“It’s appreciated…And believe me, I was just as shocked over it.” He chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

The two stayed like that for a while, Roy joining him on the bed. They melted into a pile of heavy petting and kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other. Their lips locked together perfectly, soft skin finding each other in a gentle display, spit wetted the other’s mouths, swapping it like high schoolers under the bleachers; timid and full of love, but luckily less uncoordinated. It wasn’t long though, before the original plans started to set back in place. Heavy touches became charged groping, Roy’s fingers grabbing Jason’s pecs, gripping his ass and thighs, his tongue sliding easily into his hot mouth. Jay’s hands held onto the strong muscles of his arms, trailing his biceps suggestively, making soft noises as he felt them flex and harden in his grip. Quiet little ‘fucks’ and ‘damns’ peppered between soft moans were the backtrack to the scene, both men slowly subcomming to the desires. As Roy started to kiss down his Jaybird’s jaw, he paused, slowing his soft movements.

“You’re sure, baby?” he whispered, running his hands up his back and dragging soothing scratches down it. “You want this?” He needed to know, needed to confirm he wasn’t crossing boundaries and making him feel forced. Jason panted at his ministrations, but nodded. Usually he would roll his eyes and ask him if ‘he was gonna fuck him or what?’. But after weeks of waiting, his resolve had crumbled.

“Please Roy.” He sighed. “I want it.”

Fuck, that sent jolts right down to the red head’s pelvis. He chuckled.

“I know, Jaybird, I’m gonna give it to you, I promise.” He sighed dreamily, pressing a kiss to his Adam's apple. “Whaddya say when you want out?” He asked. Jason couldn’t help but smile softly above him. The man always had a plan, an escape route, and exit strategy, even with this.

“Stop.”

He breathed, head tipped back and the widest smile on his face. Roy couldn’t help but match that expression.

“Good boy.”

God, that never got old. Jay’s cock twitched in the front pouch of his jock, hole fluttering in anticipation. Those simple words were like his sleeper agent activation. At first, the praise made him shy and lash out, expressing how cliche and stereotypical it was, but the more he succumbed to his enjoyment of sex, the more he enjoyed hearing them. 

Roy gave him a few scratches to the back of his head before bringing his hands back down, cupping and grabbing the globes of his exposed ass. He spread the cheeks apart as he continued to kiss along Jay’s throat, soft touches of his lips to warm skin.

“Can I mark?”  He mumbled, making Jason nod softly with a gentle noise. “Words, baby, I wanna hear your pretty voice.”

The quiet “yeah, go ahead.” that came out in a needy whisper was all he needed. As his hands massaged soft, unflexed muscle, his delicate kisses were now being accompanied by harsh drags of teeth, hickeys and love bites being littered across his skin. Jason couldn’t feel the sting of them all that well, jacked up nerves and such, but the little zings of them shot electric bolts of pleasure through him. He could already picture the pretty blooms of purple, red and blue he’d be admiring in the mirror later.

“What about more?” 

Roy asked in a breathy tone, making Jay’s eyebrows knit together.

“More? Like…”

“Like biting…is that ok?”

The question hung for a moment as Jay thought it over. His love did have a habit of sinking his teeth into him sometimes, finding his bicep or calf while wrestling, and to be frank, it wasn’t unpleasant. He shrugged.

“I’d like to try it.”

That earned him a smile.

As Roy slowly worked lower and lower on his boyfriend, kissing along his collar bones and chest, down his pecs and to his sternum, making sure to be sweet around the scars marring his skin, his grip on Jason’s ass changed. His fingers moved in closer to his hole, broad pads barely brushing the outer rim of puckered skin. He pulled at it with a slow flex of his fingers, making goosebumps crawl up Jay’s skin.

“Did you stretch yourself already, baby?”

He asked, looking up to where Jason had thrown an arm over his eyes, face screwed up in adorable expectation. He always got blushy and shy like this when Roy was loving on those parts of him, not his ass and genitals, but the parts of him forever changed by the tragedy that was his life. The way he doted on the skin with such loving touches, treating his scars like works of art, like it was just a personification of his history and not a representation of the violence he’s received. That type of loving was still overwhelming to him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t receptive to it. As the pause stretched on, Jay pulled his arm back a bit, peaking down at the other. He gently shook his head before remembering the request from earlier (blushing all over again) and spoke.

“Not really, been making sure I was opening up all week to make it easy for you but…” He chewed on his lip, the words honeyed and shy on his tongue. “I wanted to give you the honours.”

The sentence was highlighted by the coy smile that graced his lips, making Roy groan. Fuck, his boyfriend was amazing.

He couldn’t stop himself from toying with the elastic strap of the jock as he reached for the lube and a towel left out for him. He smiled wide, watching Jay scootch down onto the terry cloth.

“Can’t believe you bought this just for me, handsome.”

He breathed, grabbing Jason’s calf and pressing kisses to the skin. His boyfriend chuckled, the everpresent blush on his cheeks feeling warmer and warmer, but that didn’t stop his cocky nature.

“I knew you’d like it. You’re always such a pervert when I put on my jock.”

And wasn’t that the truth. The redhead would stare and make passes whenever Jason would be getting in gear in front of him, unable to stop himself from commenting on his ass being out, doing those stupid boyfriend things (pretend to hump him, beg him to shake it for him, y’know, all that fun stuff). Roy chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“I can’t help it, baby. Your ass if too fucking nice.” He breathed, his kisses trailing upwards towards his knee. “And I have no idea how you wrestled your cock into that.” He hummed, fingers sliding towards his inner thigh, brushing his package. Jay’s body twitched towards the gentle touch, dick throbbing with interest.

“Had to get an XL for a reason.”

He teased right back, earning a somewhat exaggerated groan in return. 

“Not just for that, have you seen these fucking thigh?” He smiled, moving higher up on his leg, kissing the tender flesh there, groping at his relaxed muscle like it was a stressball. “So big and strong, huh Jay? You’re built like a fucking tank.”

And he is. 6’5 and 260 pounds of muscle? (With maybe a few pounds allocated to some chub) Of course he was huge. He punctuated the comment by sinking his teeth into the meat of his inner thigh. Jay hissed, shooting up a bit and gripping Roy’s head. His pain receptors might be a bit behind, but they certainly were feeling this, sending sharp stabs and buzzing tingles through him, making him flex unintentionally. This didn’t deter his lover at all. As his teeth stayed buried there for a moment, Jason whimpering the prettiest little “ ah” s and “oh fuck” s, spurring Roy on to keep on biting down. However, he knew he couldn't stay there forever. He released the skin between his teeth, pulling back so he could see the bitemark he left. A trail of spit connected to his mouth, leaving behind red splotchy skin wet with drool, surrounded by the indentation of a top and bottom jaw of teeth, all the way to the back molars. God, Roy had really latched on there. He ran his tongue along the divots, looking up to Jay with those green eyes.

“Was that good?”

He breathed, eyes still locked on his as he kissed the sensitive area. Jason was panting harder now, nodding fervently.

“Y-eah, good.”

He spoke, voice broken. Roy smiled.

“Good, so sweet, letting me try things.”

It was a wonder how Jason’s cock hadn’t sprung free from its confinement. 

Roy’s big hands moved to grab Jay’s hips, his thumbs following his V line. 

“D’you mind flipping onto your stomach while I open you up?”

Roy asked, moving upwards passed his love’s straining erection, to leave delicate kisses along his abs. It was hard for Jason to process the question, transfixed by his lover following the divots of his six pack, and burying his nose in his happy trail. His mind was brought up to speed soon enough, though.

“Yeah I can do that.” His momentary trance quickly dissipated back into his usual smug attitude. “You trying to get the best view in the house, Harper?”

Roy chuckled at his boyfriend’s arrogance, not put off by it as he watched him roll over onto his tummy, granting him the honour of being up close and personal with his fat ass. 

“I mean, I already got to see that when I came home to you.” He breathed, hands already finding the plush muscle. “And call me by my last name all you want, it’s gonna sound a lot better when we’re sharing it.”

Dammit, a throw away comment shouldn’t have made Jason’s stomach drop like that. The verbal one two punch rendered him speechless, leaving him to grumble out a quiet “shut up”, ears redder than the symbol on his suit.

Roy finally grabbed the bottle of lube that had been discarded earlier, placing it next to Jason. He didn't need it right away, instead, wanting to spend some time loving on what was in front of him. His hands came and instinctively cupped Jason's ass, gripping the pudgy muscle appreciatively. The bands of the underwear were cupping at the junction of where his thighs and glutes met, pushing them up and making them look plush and round, not that they weren't naturally. Dexterous fingers trained to tinker and pull arrows kneaded both cheeks with deep adoration, Roy sighing contently as he leaned forward and kissed along the warm skin. His nose was tickled by the soft hairs, but that didn't deter him in the slightest. (Quite the opposite honestly. He wore his pervert and freak titles proudly)

"Fuck, you've got such a nice ass, baby." He hummed, leaving more soft kisses on the skin, despite Jason's squirming. "Can't believe I had to leave you here, had to abandon alllll this." He punctuated the sentence by spanking the skin lightly, earning a gasp in return to the sound of the smack. Jason made a noise close to a whine.

"Stop teasing."

He grunted, blushing as he felt Roy finally spread him open, knowing he was ogling his hole.

"'M not teasing, Jaybird, I'm appreciating what I lost now that I can have it again."

Still though, the comment must've inspired something in Roy, because he was finally reaching over for the bottle of lube, popping the cap.

As he spread a generous amount of it onto his fingers, he leaned over to be in Jason's eyeline. 

"Still ok with all this, love?"

He smiled, kissing his shoulders. Jason nodded, leaning his head on his folded arms.

"Yeah, just...feeling more shy than I was expecting." he paused, taking a breath. "Don't want you to stop, though."

Roy nodded, stroking down his side with his clean hand. 

"That's ok, you can be shy. Let me know if anything is too much or you wanna stop, ok?"

He restated, waiting for the nod from Jason before continuing. 

"Good. Now, underwear on or off for this part?"

Jay didn't even need to think it over.

"On."

God, so fucking hot.

Roy used his clean hand to keep his ass apart, stroking two lubed up fingers up and down over the puckered rim.

"When was the last time you opened yourself up, baby?"

Roy asked, body thrumming with delight as he watched Jason melt into the touches.

"Last night."

He breathed, trying to look over his shoulder at Roy. The older man hummed.

"D'you think you can take two right away?"

He asked, barely pressing in the tip of his middle finger. Jason nodded. While Roy would have been happy to take that confirmation, he decided to just test the waters a bit. He pushed in just his middle finger at first, revelling in the soft gasp its intrusion earned, and felt around a bit. The inner walls felt relaxed, not really loose, but more open and willing than they'd be when he prepped Jason from scratch. He gave a few more exploratory pumps of it alone before deciding he could reasonably add another without hurting him. He added some more lube directly onto his hole, spread it around the stretched rim with his ring finger, and plunged it to the second knuckle in tandem with his middle.

Jay couldn't stop the punched out moan that passed his lips, trying not to sink down onto the fingers that were slowly inching inside him. Where the usual stinging burn would be with prep, an easy gliding stretch had taken its place. His days spent playing with his hole weren't for nothing. He couldn't stop the involuntary reactions, like his muscles tightening around the digits, wanting to suck them in further, to rush Roy to the good part. No, he had to wait, to savour this. He had been waiting so long for it, no need to jump ahead before the party truly got started.

Roy worked his fingers in and out in lazy thrusts, his cock twitching in his boxers feeling how easily everything was accommodating him. Fuck, just thinking about Jason taking his time to stretch his hole out every day, playing with himself in preparation of this very moment just to make everything easier for them, was sending those warm pulses through his belly to his dick. Roy's mouth worked quicker than his brain.

"What were you thinking about, baby? When you had your fingers all deep inside you?"

He hummed. “What got you off when I wasn’t here to do it?”

As he was working his fingers, he didn't dare press up on his lover's prostate, just barely grazing it as he dragged against the smooth walls, focusing more on preparing him than making him finish. That didn’t stop his lover’s cock from jumping with interest while pinned under him at the filth he was spewing. While Jason's head was swimming with desire, he wasn't lost in that dull fog his mind would go to when he was pleased with intent, that place where you couldn't think outside of the hazy pleasure you were receiving. His breath shuddered before he spoke.

"I would think about you, and - oh - how good this would feel, because it's you."

His voice trailed off, soft noises passing his lips as he felt Roy tease a third finger on his rim.

"Because it's me?"

The redhead asked, slightly confused. An annoyed breath huffed through Jason's nose. Maybe he didn't have as good of a hold over his mind as he had thought.

"Y'know, how you're so good at everything to do with sex. God damn!" He paused for a second to let out a low groan at his index barely pushing in. Cruel bastard. "You always know just what to do to...to, fuck you're evil." He whined, feeling it press in, just to the first knuckle. "To make it feel good, to make me feel good, jackass."

Roy chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Jay's left cheek. 

"You're too sweet, Jaybird. Even when you use those mean names."

He teased, smiling despite his grumbling lover. He knew just the apology. 

He slowly inserted the third finger, receiving a bit less give than the first two, but still a much easier entrance than without his love working things over before hand. The little "ah"s and "oh"s Jason was making were music to his ears, spurring him on to keep going. Pourring more lube over his fingers, working it in as he thrust in and out of the hole with a little more fervour, spreading his fingers apart to make sure he could accommodate his cock. He would never let his love be the victim of not using enough lube, or fucking him too early.

"Wish you could see this baby. You did such a good job getting ready for me, you're taking everything so well." He cooed. Jason whined softly in return. A sexual give and take. "Maybe one day I can film us, so we have something we can watch back when seperated...you'd like that?"

He suggested, pressing another kiss to his ass. Jason shuddered at the thought. 

“Don’t know if I’d get much use outta it…”

He breathed softly. Jason wasn’t one for porn all that much. But…maybe if it was him and Roy…an exception could be made. His lover hummed, his movement remaining languid and measured.

“Just don’t want you to miss me too much, I’m always gonna wanna come back to you and do this.”

He breathed, his hand that was holding him open rubbing soothing strokes along the inner part of his ass. Jason hummed contemplatively.

“Maybe…”

Roy gave a soft smile, happy he’d consider it. “Good boy.” Fell from his lips too easily. The comment was punctuated by his boyfriend finally angling down, and dragging right up against his prostate.

"Roy!"

He yelped, head thrown back in pleasure. Whining, arching his back like...like-

Like a slut.

The words passed Roy's mind and he immediately banished them. No. He could never use words like that for his Jaybird. He wasn't a whore or hole or that . He was his lover, his boyfriend, someone who deserved slow and gentle love making like this. He slowly dragged against the soft spot again, watching Jason pant so needily as his body jerked. They both needed this, this gentle and easy sex, all consuming and heavy. 

He kissed along the warm skin of his ass again, an apology for his private thoughts, following down to where the band of his jock was. That junction again, so tempting. It pressed against his skin salaciously, biting into it and warping his thick muscles. The swell of his ass next to the elastic was so perfectly round and firm and, and, holy fuck. Before he was thinking if this was a good idea or not, his teeth were sinking into Jay's skin again, biting his ass as he pressed down harshly on his prostate again.

Jason had once heard orgasm be called little deaths. While that was a very poetic thing to call them, he was sure this wasn't dying. Maybe to some it was close, but this wasn't that. Dying was cold and alone and scary, the feeling of all sensation stopping at a moment's notice. This was not that, the opposite really. All his neurons lighting up at once. The pure hot pleasure that shot through him was electrifying, his body not knowing how to recognize both the pain and pleasure separately and therefore had to understand them both at the same time, amplified. He doesn't know what you would categorize the sound he made as being, a shriek, moan or whimper, maybe all of them at once. All he knew was that was the closest he's ever come to cumming with no further indication of him being close, a quick lurch deep in his loins. He could feel the wet patch from the huge glob of precum that shot out of his cock at the action. When Roy finally released his hold, the throbbing sensation that had dulled on his inner thigh had taken over on the fresh bite. It was the same thrumming that went through to the tip of his dick, his heart pumping a mile a minute. 

Just, holy fucking shit. He needed to kiss Roy Harper right fucking now for whatever the fuck that was.

“Was that good, baby?”

Roy panted softly as he sat back a bit, slowly pulling his fingers out of Jason's ass, wiping them on the towel. His brain had finally caught up, and he knew he needed to check in after doing that. Jason was nodding his head aggressively.

“Yeah, that was fucking good. Holy shit Roy.”

He breathed, looking back at his lover with a glazed over eyes. Roy couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest. Jay liked a new thing. A new sex thing! He kissed the skin on the inner side of Jay's ass, getting awfully close to the rim but not caring. His senses were overcome with the fuzz of his hair on his face, the taste of his salty skin, the cloying scent of his entrance, the pretty sounds of his breaths and best of all, the gorgeous view of his love's open and wanting hole. The puckered rim involuntarily clenching around nothing, showing his clear interest in being filled. Roy could help with that.

He gently massaged over the bite mark before helping Jay flip onto his back, smiling down on his boyfriend. Before he could get any words out, Jason wrapped his arms around his shoulders and dragged them to be chest to chest. Hearts practically touching, just some bone, muscle and flesh separating them. As they always did, their lips found each other, kissing deeply, tongues intertwined. Jason’s fingers threaded through Roy’s overgrown hair, using the grip to pull him impossibly closer. He needed to have him as close to him as possible. Legs kicking up over his hips, he pulled him down, groaning into his mouth as he felt his hard dick press into his stomach. God, he needed it so bad. It lay heavy between them, desperate to be touched and enveloped by his love’s warm, silky walls. Roy pulled away after minutes, that really felt like seconds, mouth still basically against Jason’s as he spoke.

“Can I fuck you like this? Wanna see your face…”

He urged, breath hot on his lips. Jason nodded, a whiny “yeah” falling from his mouth. They both wanted to watch each other fall apart after being gone, to witness their release after holding on for so long. His fingers dragged along Roy’s back, clawing at his shirt, trying to yank it off him while still in the haze of how good those fingers inside him made him feel. With just his fingers getting that reaction out of him, Jason knew he was going to go insane on his cock.

Roy finished the job for Jay, throwing his shirt somewhere in the room, his pants following suit. The thin white boxers he was wearing left so little to the imagination, a clear outline of his hard dick resting against his lower pelvis, just waiting to be freed. Jason wasn't much better to be frank, his cock looking a bit goofy all excited in his jock. They both were mostly at full mast, a few strokes would get them there. Jay sat up and gestured for him to approach, reaching for the waistband. He wasn't stopped. Roy watched on as he pulled them down his pasty thighs, pooling around his knees where they were promptly discarded. Jay's big hands came up and gave him that last bit of motivation, slow and steady strokes to pull his foreskin back, his second hand cupping his heavy balls, giving them some extra love. Roy had such a nice cock, long and thick, a tip of equal circumference to the shaft, flared out with a prominent ridge. (It complimented Jason’s well, a bit less length to it but definitely thicker, with a bulbous mushroom head to match.) If he wasn't so dead set on getting it inside him, he would definitely be laving over them with his tongue right now, seeing how close he could get it past his tonsils. (Who the fuck was he having these thoughts?). Roy’s soft whimpers were exactly what he needed to hear as he got him where he wanted him. He gave one final tug, rolling his testes in his hand for one last fondle, before laying back again, gesturing for Roy to help him take his jock off, eyes never leaving his unattended member, bobbing up and down with interest. (Maybe before they went to bed he could convince Roy into some mutual head or something. He wanted that thing in his mouth like yesterday.)

The red head's hands easily found the bands of his jock, grabbing the waist and one of the thighs, and pulling it off with careful precision. They would definitely have to revisit fucking with it on one day, but right now he just wanted hot steamy sex with his naked boyfriend in bed. As he placed the undergarment next to the bed, he spoke in a light tone.

"Don't throw that in the wash. I wanna be able to huff on it tomorrow night when you're on patrol."

He joked, looking back to Jason with that million dollar smile as if what he said was normal. The other rolled his eyes, chuckling.

"You're so gross. Should I leave you my sweaty tank top and socks too, perv?"

Roy earnestly laughed at that, his tummy, softened by two weeks of good eating and no regiment, jiggling. (Hot).

"Yes to the tank top, no to the socks. They don't get the type of musky I like."

He playfully growled, making Jay fake gag.

"Don't say musky, you nasty old man." He teased, hiking his legs over Roy's thick thighs, positioning him between them. "You're gonna kill my boner."

It was his lover’s turn to roll his eyes, helping Jay get his legs over his hips.

"Don't worry, I probably have some viagra somewhere that can help with that."

As Roy reached over for the condom, Jason stopped him, gently shaking his head. The red head shot him a look.

"No?"

He asked softly, making Jay crack a smile.

"What? Worried about knocking me up?" He breathed, hiding his unease at Roy's potential rejection behind humour. "I'm not on the pill, but I'm sure we can trust your pull out."

Roy chuckled, sitting back on his knees and smiling.

"You've met my daughter, you know how effective I am at that." He joked. Checking Jason's gaze one more time, he gave a little nod. "You want me to though?"

He asked lowly, sending sparks of that woozy pleasure straight to Jason's cock. He shook his head.

"Nah, you don't gotta worry about that…you can finish inside...just-" He shuffled a bit to get comfy. "Just get inside me, please."

He sighed, needy. Roy smiled.

"So polite." His hands splayed over Jason's hips, using one to generously coat his cock in lube. "We'll make sure to clean you out real good so you don't cramp."

He smiled, the other whining.

"Roy, for god's sake."

"Alright, alright. Hold your horse, I'm right here baby."

He cleaned his hand again and suddenly Jason is looking down, watching his lover gently adjust his body until his cockhead is right up against his ass. Holy fuck, this was the moment he had been waiting all this time for. With one hand on his hips, canting them upwards into the perfect position, and the other on his cock, Roy moved in slowly, eyes switching between Jason's face and his hole. He stared him down for a second as he used his dick to push the other's balls out of his way, giving him that look. The look that begged for permission, and understood that he might not get it. The look that was ready to give him sweet pleasure, or comfort him with gentle words as they broke apart.

"Ready?"

He breathed softly, flashing a warm smile at the nod he received.

"Yes, please Roy. Been waiting two weeks for this."

Jay hummed. He nodded in return.

"I won't make you wait any longer, baby."

He breathed. With precise movements, the head of his thick cock was guided to his hole, rubbing up and down along the outside. Roy held it steady, giving Jason one last look, before breaching the entrance with a gentle push. The puckered rim gave way easily, welcoming his tip into the warmth of him. Roy groaned, reverberating through his whole chest in a deep sound. Thrusting in until his cockhead was completely envelopped by the muscle, holding it tight over its ridge, his foreskin stretched and bunching up just outside of it, Roy paused, eyes trying to focus on his boyfriend. 

Jason's head was thrown back, eyes squinted shut as he processed the stretch. It wasn't that much bigger than Roy's fingers, but enough to send those sharp little jabs of discomfort shooting through him. No pain though, luckily, just his body trying to accommodate. Roy leaned forward, gently kissing Jay's lips in a bid to distract him. His hard cock, abandoned on his stomach, brushed up against Roy's hairy tummy and oh , that felt good. The deep red tip and throbbing shaft being smooshed against soft, fuzzy skin, giving it the slightest stimulation surrounded in its warmth. Jason moaned into his mouth, fingernails digging into Roy's shoulders. The redhead hissed into his mouth, the sound coming out more like a deep exhale through his nose. No matter though, he could take the bite of crescent shape marks in exchange for the rows of teeth he left in Jason's skin. He pushed in the slightest bit more, finally getting some of his shaft in, grinding his love's cock further against his lower abdomen in the process.

The slickness thanks to the copious amount of lube Roy used, allowed for an easy glide in from there. The problem wouldn't be having to stretch any wider at his opening, but getting deeper into his guts, the places where he couldn't reach with his fingers. The red head took his absolute time, thrusting his hips forward with such restraint. Feeling the way his lover would clench and squeeze around him, he could feel when he was breaching the less explored areas with his thick cockhead. The low whine the other made when he slowly dragged over a certain softening in the walls told him exactly where his sweet spot was. He inched his way inside, pushing his length until it no longer needed to be assisted, and he could remove his hand. Quickly, he grabbed Jay’s thigh to help hold him open, making sure he wouldn't close his legs or clench down too tight. They didn't want to have to stall, both needing this so bad. He pulled away from his intoxicating kiss for a second to look Jason in the eyes, watching the way the heady pleasure took over his Jaybird as he finally bottomed out inside him. Fuck, the all encompassing warmth of his wet hole was driving him crazy. He had to force himself to take deep, calming breaths to not immediately bust his load deep into Jason's guts.

His boyfriend wasn't fairing much better. While his brain was screaming "YES! FUCK YES! FINALLY!" over and over again, his body shuddered as it accommodated the heavy and full cock inside of him. He couldn't stop himself from his hole contracting around his lover, squeezing him tightly, wanting to keep him in. Roy finally pulled away fully from their lazy and distracted kissing, to look down at his boyfriend with deep, amused, appreciation.

"Gotta relax baby, or I won't be able to fuck you."

The words sounded so jumbled and far off, Jason lost in the heady pleasure of being filled. Tingling, warm sparks flying all throughout his pelvis and sending shockwaves through his mostly neglected cock, head buzzing with the fuzzy signals it was sending up his spine. His brain was leaking out of his ears, it was no wonder why he couldn't take orders well right now. But, almost involuntarily, just from hearing his boyfriend use that pretty voice, his body relaxed, loosening the choke hold it had on his dick. Roy smiled down, whispering another soft "good boy", before gently grinding his hips into Jason's ass, listening to the pretty whimpers he gave in response.

"So nice baby, so full of me."

His hand left its position on his thigh to come to his tummy, snaking up underneath his cock to press right on his lower pudge, the tender pouch that would appear when Jason wasn't flexing his abs. 

"You feel me here? All deep inside you?"

He groaned, feeling the way the walls around him warped and squeezed with his movements. Jason let out a low moan, his tone shifting to a desperate whine at the end. He nodded aggressively, fingers scratching down Roy's shoulders and biceps.

" Fuck , oh shit Roy! Yes, holy fuck , yes!" He panted, eyes snapping open. "Please, fuck, move! I need it, I need it, I- OH !"

Roy ended his babbling with his hips moving back a bit, before they thrust right back into where his hand pushed down on his belly.

No decorum, no gravitase, no demand to be taken seriously. This wasn't the Red Hood, Gotham's feared criminal before Roy, this was his boyfriend Jason, lost in the pleasure of a good fucking. With the clear signs of his expressed permission, Roy pulled his hips back and thrusted back in, repeating the action of before with a bit more 'oomph' behind it. The two made low sounds at the act, Jason throwing his head back in pleasure. This was everything he dreamt of and more, being taken care of so well by his boyfriend. 

"S-hit Roy!"

He whined as the action was repeated, again and again. Roy fucked back into him with deep, controlled thrusts, not looking to fuck through him or treat him how he had his fist while away, but give him that slow love making he knew he deserved.

"So good baby, oh god, you feel so fucking good!" neighbours be damned right now, he needed to let Jason know how amazing he was. "You're hugg-ing, shit, my cock so fucking well pretty. It was fucking made for you, huh?"

Jay nodded, all he could muster right now through the soft " ah, ah, ah " he was making as Roy ever so slightly picked up the speed. 

He was already getting fucked out, adorable.

Roy's hand stayed pressed against his boyfriend's abdomen, but he flipped it to be knuckle side down, gripping the warm cock that had been resting against him. Jason's eyes flew open, looking down with a fucked out look as Roy fisted his dick lazily, it moving with the way his body bounced with the thrusts.

"y-you're sooo-" He wasn't sure he could finish a thought right now, the only thing tumbling from his mouth being his punched out noises of pleasure. "So good t-to me, R-Roy."

Oh god, he was stuttering. Roy was doing a fantastic fucking job. He smiled down, trying to ignore the thrumming pleasure buzzing through his cock as he fucked into his lover again and again, hips meeting his ass in a lewd applause. That vulgar ' plap, plap, plap ' filling the room was making it hard to get a word in edgewise. He smiled down to his baby once he got a hold of himself.

"So good to me Jaybird, my good boy" He breathed. "I wanna make you lose your mind, yeah? No thinking. My honey ain't gotta think with me here." 

He punctuated his point by finding exactly where that sweet spot he had grazed earlier was, fucking a deep stroke into it.

God dammit. Jason Todd was gonna marry this man.

The sharp cry he let out sounded almost wounded, but the sword he had fallen on was igniting a flame through him from the inside out. He gripped Roy harder, trying to focus his eyes and brain with the intoxicating arousal lighting his nervous system on fire. He was met with expecting green eyes, looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. And fuck, if the sight above him wasn't the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Roy holding himself up, with one of his powerful arms and his strong abs, using those same muscles to fuck into him with sharp thrusts. His eyes unfocused, slightly glossed over, cheeks blushed due to his exertion, a sheen of sweat glossing his skin, mouth open the slightest bit as he let out the most glorious puffed out sounds. He was a sight to behold (Jason was rethinking that filming idea). He wished he could keep his gaze locked on him, but the way Roy was now actively targeting his prostate made him have to shut his eyes in overstimulation.

The jolts of that deep, wavering pleasure that each targeted blow gave Jason were pushing him further and further to the edge. It was building inside him, this insurmountable pressure that made everything feel a million times better. He was shaking, no longer in control of his muscles or his body as a whole. Gripping onto any part of Roy he could, leaving behind those red claw marks, claiming him as his own. His voice was fucked out and raw, calling to his lover over and over again.  Roy's hand was covered in thick trickles of precum, it leaking down onto his own stomach. It seeped into his foreskin, being used as extra lube for the handjob his lover was giving him in tandem with his fucking. (What could he say, vigilantes are great multitaskers) 

"You close baby?" Roy asked, earning a gorgeous half moan half answer. He smiled wickedly, sweat seeping down his chest and temples. "Yeah? You're squeezing the fuck outta me beautiful." He mumbled, pressing kisses to Jason's lips. He was too far gone to return them right now. It didn't matter, Roy knew what to do, he knew what was about to happen.

His hand picked up steam, pressing harder on his abdomen as he kept hammering his hot tip into Jason's sweet spot. The man's body jumped with the stimulation, unable to focus on any one thing happening to him.

"You can cum for me baby. You did so good, such a good boy for me, made me feel so good. So good Jay, you can cum."

Roy's brain was too mushy to string up sentences better than that, simply wanting his lover to know how much he loved him and how desperately he wanted him to cum for him. As Jason's brain was barely able to register that command, he felt all of the stimulations buzzing all throughout his body come together. Focusing on a single point as they crescendoed up and up and up until he felt an explosion of sensation flood his abdomen. He could barely process him squeezing down on Roy so fucking tightly as he was thrown over the edge with his orgasm. His head shot back, body arching towards Roy as he came, hard.

Jason's orgasms weren't like most peoples. He always blamed the Lazarus Pits, Roy just claimed that he had so many backed up climaxes, he was just like this. When he came, it wasn't the few spurts that most people had. It was almost a tidal wave, the tingly throbs of orgasming lasting upwards of 30 seconds, sometimes up to a minute if it had been a long time. All the while, he would be spurting borderline streams of cum all over the place. It was one of the reasons as to why he was so shy about sex, and it was a reason as to why Roy thought he was the hottest man on the entire planet. (Again, he needed to convince him to fuck his ass). His boyfriend watched with deep fixation as Jason's balls tightened up, and the first few squirts of cum flew from his tip. Pulses of his orgasm rocked through Jay's body, boring down with tight contractions on Roy's cock.

The red head felt himself getting closer, and luckily didn't have to worry about overstimulating Jay quite yet. Just helping him ride his climax out. He picked up the pace slightly, wrapping his unoccupied arm around his lover and fucking into his tight heat with fervour, letting his abs get absolutely covered in his baby's release. He babbled out curses and praises as he fucked himself right to the edge. Jason had half the mind to clench down harder on Roy as the tail end of his orgasm approached, the added stimulation sending Roy through his. Both moaned at the feeling of hot cum filling Jason's ass, the velvet walls becoming gooey and thick with his lover's spend. Roy slumped forward and dug his teeth into Jason’s shoulder, growling at the waves of pleasure that wracked through him. He fucked his hips in and out with harsh thrusts until he stilled, moaning in shocked little cries until his own release subsided.

They stayed frozen like that for a good few minutes, panting against each other. Roy was the first to move, slowly sitting up and moving Jason's face with two fingers to look at him. He kissed him passionately, wanting to pour all the deep feelings, the never ending love he felt for Jason, his baby, his everything into that kiss. Letting him know exactly how he felt. They stayed like that for a long time, just kissing and holding onto each other and hoping this moment never ended (it never needed to). It wasn't until the fog in Jason's head started to clear, his thoughts no longer caught in a dreamy haze, that he started to realize the discomfort in the genuine puddle of cum across his stomach and trailing down his sides to the towel below. A whine of discontentment passed into Roy's mouth, voicing his discomfort. He pulled back with a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against Jason's.

"You did so good, baby."

He whispered, leaving gentle kisses on his warm skin. Jason sighed somewhat contently.

"Thank you. So did you..." He laid back, looking up at Roy with those hazy heart eyes he always got after sex. "You made me feel so good Roy."

He breathed, smiling up at him. It was infectious, taking over Roy's lips.

"Yeah? As good as how you milked my cock baby?"

He panted, pressing kiss after kiss along his face. Jay giggled, little punched out sounds that showed his head clearly wasn't fully on right, as he almost never let himself make those noises. They were only ever for Roy. After a bit more heavy petting, and a few more shared kisses, the two decided that it was time to get cleaned off.

As Roy pulled out, he couldn't stop himself from staring at the mess his release made inside his lover, watching the slow trail of his cum leak out of his puffy hole. It was so well loved, clearly. He wanted to reach out and put it back in, perverse thoughts of needing to have him keep every drop for...for...maybe that breeding fantasy could be something they explored another time. Right now, they needed to get him cleaned out so he wouldn't cramp later. Roy got off the bed, quickly grabbing another towel Jay had left out and wiped the excess of cum both off his abs, but also his hole. Jay twitched and squirmed and whined, but Roy made sure to comfort him through the whole thing. From there, he helped him stand, threw the towels straight into the wash, along with their clothes (with exception to the jockstrap...Roy was a man of his word), as he waited for Jason to be done in the washroom, clearing himself out. Once he was done with that, Roy joined him in the washroom, and got the shower set up for them. Jason had gone through the struggle of leaving out all the supplies they'd need post coitous, so all Roy had to do was turn on the hot water and help his baby stand up straight as it heated up for them.

Under the warm sprays of the jet, they spoke in hushed tones. This was always the best part of aftercare, Jason thought. Just talking, being around each other, letting the other know they were still there. They liked to talk about what they did, what they liked, what they didn't. It let them both know they were present during the whole thing.

"Thank you so much for this surprise baby." Roy mumbled, kissing along the fresh hickeys he had left. "I...I really needed that after not seeing you for so long."

Jason hummed softly, running soft hands and a gentle cloth along the fresh scratches he had left on Roy's skin.

"I'm glad you liked it. I think we both needed it."

He chuckled, slowly cupping his face and kissing him again. God, the novelty would never wear off. He needed to kiss Roy Harper over and over again until they both were breathless.

"How did you like the newer stuff?"

Roy asked against his lips. Jay hung his head over his lover's shoulder, sighing contently.

"It was good, I liked the biting but...I think it's gonna be one of those 'I gotta be in the mood' things, y'know? Like the hickeys?"

Roy nodded next to him, kissing next to his baby's ear.

"Yeah, I getcha." He paused. "I'm gonna need to get you a million jockstraps."

That made his lover snort, the first sound above a soft spoken breath since they got into the shower.

"Yeah, y'liked it?"

He chuckled. Roy looked at him incredulously.

"Baby, I fucking loved it. I fucking mean it when I say your ass is outta this world."

His hands came down to appreciate the thick muscle. "That thing fucking framed it like the art it is."

He laughed, Jay scrunching up his face at the comment.

"God, you're so fucking corny."

After the shower, they followed Jason's plans for the evening, working together (due to Jay being pretty worn out) to cook a lovely meal, and snuggling up on the couch watching old movies as they ate. After supper, while the sun set over Gotham, the two snuggled up on the fire escape, sharing a bowl of ice cream as the cool spring night started to creep in. Jason leaned his head on Roy's shoulder, looking out into the skyline.

"I really love you, y'know."

He hummed. Roy looked over to him, smiling softly.

"Yeah, I do know. I love you too, baby."

He breathed. He gently pulled Jason closer, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. 

After a pause, Roy spoke again.

"I know we just kinda jumped into things but...you know that sex isn't, like, mandatory for us, right?"

Jason looked over to Roy, looking at his concerned gaze. His lover was taking him in with worried eyes, brows knit together as he concentrated on his micro expressions. Jason gave a fond smile.

"Yeah, I know." He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I just...I guess I've been warming up to it more. Like when you were gone, I was actually fucking craving it. Nothing satisfied me. And…yeah. I wanted to welcome you home in a mutually satisfying way."

He hummed, making Roy cock a brow.

"Oh really? That isn’t like the Jaybird I first started dating” he teased, a soft tone to his voice. “Do you know what changed?"

Jay looked back at the world around him. This city, that had scared him time and time again. Etched its hatred into his flesh, exposed his nerves and his bones to its unforgiving nature. It took from him. It took and took and took and expected him to keep up, even when he couldn’t. And then he looked at Roy. The most forgiving man in the world. The man that could never ask anything from him. He never expected anything. He just wanted him, wholly and truly. He never made Jason feel like he had to do anything to earn his love. And maybe that was it. Maybe the lack of an expectation opened the doors for experimentation. Maybe he felt more comfortable with giving sex and wanting sex because he knew it would never be an expectation. Roy wouldn't leave if he never wanted it again, and in some twisted way, that made him want it. He sighed contently, looking his lover in the eye.

"I guess, I just really love you. And love changes you." He hummed, kissing Roy again. “I can’t promise I’ll always be like this.”

He sighed, but Roy was there to kiss him back, smiling against his lips.

“Nah, I wouldn’t expect that. You being the same all the time? That’s boring.”

("Once our stomachs have settled, you think you'd wanna suck me off?"

Roy Harper x Jason Todd

Fluff

Words: 2.2k

Tags: Fluff, domestic fluff, Roy Harper and Jason Todd being good parents

Notes: Just a cute story of Jason hanging out with Lian <3 inspired by that one scene in the Lion King where Simba tries to wake up his parents. Read it on Ao3 here

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Warm sunlight filtered in through the windows, a rare sight for Gotham mornings. Usually, the smog of the city would choke out any and all light that dared warm her slumbering form, but for once, Gotham was privy to a beautiful sunny morning. The apartment complex, tucked away somewhere near the narrows, lit up like a stained glass mosaic, light finding its way into the little vignettes of everyone who resided there’s lives. In one particular apartment, the sunshine peaking in through the blinds illuminated the particles of dust that gently floated through the air, and created interesting patterns against the old band posters and family portraits that hung on the walls. But as well as this, the light made it so a little girl could easily see where she was going as she snuck down the hall.

Usually on mornings like this, where the apartment was naturally a few degrees warmer, and the inhabitants didn’t have an emergency to wake up to, everyone would take the opportunity to sleep in well into the late morning, but Lian Harper didn’t have any good reason to stay in bed late today. Why would she when her dad’s boyfriend had told her that he was going to make good on a promise? So, as soon as her little eyes opened to greet the day, she was sneaking down the halls washed in warm light to get to her dads shared bedroom, the door opening with a gentle creak.

The two men slept practically wrapped in each other, a mess of arms and legs intertwined, sheets and blankets thrown haphazardly in the mix. You wouldn’t be able to tell which body part belonged to who if it wasn’t for Roy’s freckles and pasty skin against Jason’s tan and scars. The pile they’ve created rises and falls with their deep, sleepy breaths, soft snores passing Roy’s lips. Dick always joked that they had gotten louder after Lian was born, along with his sneezes, but Jason swore they never bothered him. They had honestly become part of his nightly routine, a white noise machine of sorts. 

Lian tiptoed her way to the bed, slinking over to Jason’s side with steps that wouldn’t even make a sound on the creakiest of floorboards. She definitely was her parents' daughter, assassin level stealth and archer level precision, she just used them for things a 7 cares about, like sneaking up on her dad or swiping fries off Jason’s plate. Standing next to Jay’s sleeping figure now, she felt a slight pout on her lips. He wasn’t awake yet, and thus was eating up some of their time that they should be spending together.

A few weeks ago, Jason had to go away on an undercover mission with Tim, spending several days away from his boyfriend and his daughter. When Lian heard this news, she was borderline inconsolable, crying nonstop that she didn’t want him to leave, worried that Roy wouldn’t be able to take care of her himself (which he had to force himself to not take as an insult). It would be her first extended time away from her stepdad, which made them all pretty emotional. Jason did the one thing he could think to do at the time, which was promise her for that as many days as he was gone, she would be allowed to “cash in” the same amount of full days with Jay whenever she wanted. This offer seemed to calm her for the time being, and helped soften the blow of being left alone with her father for 5 days (again, Roy did not understand why she was so upset, they spent almost every day together since birth, long before Jason was even in the picture). Last week, Lian decided that the following Friday would be when she cashed in her first “Day with Jay”, and had not stopped talking about it since.

And that left them where they are now, with the little girl pulling on Jason’s arm that had flung off the bed in his sleep (which would definitely be sore later).

“Jay Jay, wake up.”

She whisper yelled to the man, tugging on his wrist, trying to use her limited strength to pull him off the bed. Jason stirred, groaning slightly in his half wake half sleep state, and pulled his arm back a bit, dragging Lian with it. The girl pouted more, letting out a quiet huff. She tried yanking him again, calling his name a bit louder, so enthralled in her attempt to wake the man that she didn’t notice the snoring stopped. 

When that didn’t work again, she decided it was time for Plan B. Using his arm as a rope, she climbed up onto the bed, (un)gracefully landing on Jason’s torso.

“Jay Jay wake up! Wake up!”

She called, bouncing up and down on his ribs while shaking the entire wooden frame of the bed. Her little hands slapped at his bare chest, grabbing his other arm and shaking it. She was too concentrated to notice the smile gracing her fathers lips just next to them, or how Jason was doing his best to keep his face neutral.

“C’mon Jay Jay!”

She whined, moving to stand on the bed and start jumping up and down. She giggled to herself, momentarily distracted by the fun of it, watching as the bodies below her began bouncing with her movements. She wasn’t the only one who found it amusing.

“Your daughter’s awake.”

Roy hummed against Jason’s skin, having buried his face in his love’s neck. The other sighed, voice hoarse with sleep.

“When the sun is up, she’s your daughter.”

He sighed, wrapping his free arm around Roy and pressing a kiss to his forehead. His boyfriend laughed.

“You bats, so nocturnal.”

Lian noticed the movement and crashed back down on top of her stepfather, her voice now serious. Well, as serious as a child’s voice could be.

“C’mon Jay! You promised!”

She whined, poking his cheek. Jason couldn’t hold the act up anymore, chuckling softly as he finally cracked his eyes open, being met with messy black hair and princess pyjamas. He yawned and sat up, wrapping his arms around the little girl in a loose hug.

“Alright, alright, I’m up.” He groaned, smiling down to the girl. “I’m a man of my word.”

Lian cheered, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

“How about we get this day started by getting you dressed, and going down to the diner down the street for some breakfast, hmm?”

He suggested, making the little girl gasp in excitement.

“Mickey Mouse pancakes?”

She asked hopefully. Jay pretended to think for a second.

“Hmmm, I don’t see why not.”

He answered, making her squeal in excitement. As he went to stand up with the child he shared with the love of his life in his arms, he turned to the man in question, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Your usual?”

He asked, earning a soft hum in response.

Jay stared down at his boyfriend for a beat, eyes trailing his expression. His jaw had a fading bruise, his bottom lip having just healed a split. They’d been running on coffee and fumes for a few days, hunting down a gang smuggling into Gotham, and lord knows he needed a morning to sleep in. He deserved it. Jason gently moved Roy’s face with a finger under his jaw to press a soft kiss to the man’s lips, which earned him a face that looked like a forced frown hiding a smile.

“Your morning breath’s awful.”

Roy mumbled, making Jason laugh.

“Yeah yeah, go back to bed, sleeping beauty.”

He mumbled, picking Lian up and taking her to her room (making sure to grab a shirt and pants on the way).

He let her pick out an outfit while he called the restaurant, having them work on their order as he got her ready for the day. After helping her get dressed, doing her hair, and taking time to throw on clean clothes for himself, the pair set off to pick up their breakfast. They chatted about everything that came to the little girl's mind on their walk, making plans to go to the museum later, and then the park, and finishing off the day with movies and Lian’s favourite dinner (chicken nuggets, smiley face french fries, and Ceasar salad, a true delicacy). She was so excited to plan everything out to a T, only stopping when they got to the diner itself, where she glued herself to Jason shyly as he picked up and paid for their food. She warmed up however as the kind lady at the register helped her pick out what toppings she’d want on her pancakes, and put them in the bag.

They spent the majority of the walk home from the diner talking about what movies they were going to watch later, stopping that conversation abruptly as Lian spoke.

“You know Jay Jay…I’m happy my dad likes you.”

She hummed, swinging his arm back and forth as they walked hand and hand. Jason beamed down at her with a smile that could warm the heart of the coldest Gotham thug.

“Why’s that peanut?”

He questioned.

“Because I get to see you every day, and you make my daddy really happy, and make me really happy too.” She smiled. “And no one is as cool as you are. None of my daddy’s other boyfriends played dolls with me like you do, or hung out with me, but you wanna spend a whooooole day with me.”

She babbled on. Jason had to hold himself back from bursting into tears then and there on the sidewalk, clutching the small hand in his the slightest bit tighter.

“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll always wanna make you and your daddy happy.”

He breathed, feeling warmed not only by the beautiful sunny day, but by the warmth he felt through loving the little girl at his side.

He was almost sad when they made it back home, and he had to let go of her little hand.

When they made it back to the apartment, Jason took a second to slip back into his shared bedroom, finding his boyfriend sitting on their fire escape with a coffee and the paper. He chuckled softly to himself, taking a moment to admire the red hair ablaze in the sunlight, and rosie pursed lips that almost mouthed along to the words he read. He looked like a Grecian statue, all muscle and hard features. God, he’d gotten so fucking lucky.

Jason made his way through the room and sat on the windowsill next to Roy, shamelessly taking a sip of his coffee. The man didn’t even look up from his paper, but a smile graced his lips.

“You’re such an old man, you know that?”

Jason hummed, finally earning his boyfriend’s attention.

“Wow, we haven’t even been awake an hour and you’re already bullying me.”

Roy retorted, biting back a laugh that could light up the smoggiest day in Gotham.

“Seriously, I’ve never met anyone your age that reads the paper, orders buckwheat pancakes with their breakfast, and knees crack when they stand.”

His rant earned an eye roll.

“Yeah, because the only other person my age you speak to is Dick Grayson, and he’s an outlier. And I know for a fact his knees crack when he stands.” The redhead hummed, taking his coffee back for a sip. “I’m guessing you got my order?”

Jason chuckled.

“Yup, the pancakes and a spinach, cheese and onion omelette, grandpa.”

He teased, making his boyfriend swat him with the paper as he giggled. 

Once their laughter died down, Roy took Jason’s hand. His eyes held something a bit more serious, a soft concern.

“She wasn’t too much trouble?”

He asked, making the other cock a brow.

“Who, Lian? Never. She’s a saint.” He smiled. “Honestly, I think we should have like 5 more kids if they’re gonna be anything like her.”

He stated, the sentence punctuated by the sound of her randomly yelling along with the TV. Roy chuckled.

“Yeah, I think one’s good for now.”

He hummed. Jason wanted to argue, but let all words die on his lips to admire his boyfriend instead.

The two sat in silence for a beat, enjoying the warm sun on their skin and the sounds of Gotham before the traffic picked up. The pigeons flying above, the idle chatter of people passing by, the whooshing of a gentle breeze. It was nice for once. Their hands stayed interlocked, both squeezing every once in a while, like they were reminding each other the other was still there. After a bit, Roy spoke once more.

“I really love you, y’know.”

He sighed dreamily, making Jason’s heart turn to a pile of goo in his chest, his cheeks becoming a soft pink. The man nodded softly.

“Yeah, I know. I love you too.”

He mumbled, cupping Roy’s face and kissing him softly, a much more pleasant experience after he’d brushed his teeth. Once they pulled away, Jason stood with a smile.

“Let’s go eat grandpa.”

He teased, making Roy roll his eyes.

“As long as you hold my dentures while we do.”

(“Believe me, I wish you had dentures so you’d stop accidentally biting my-“