#thoughts.

riding boyfriend!jason todd’s thigh while he tries not to come in his pants.

he’s gripping your hips with the ferocity of a man starved, his fingers pulling at the fabric of your tiny, frilly pajama shorts while he nods encouragingly at every little sound that pours from your soft and slacked pout. he guides you to rock your clothed sex over his leg harder when your moans start to get louder, and forces you to slow down right before the scorching pressure knotting in your lower stomach reaches its threshold. coos in your ear when you whine at the loss of friction; tells you that he’ll let you finish as soon as you pull his hair the way he likes—he might be doing this for you, but he’s throbbing underneath the layers and he needs you to take him over the edge. he can’t stand it any longer, watching you make yourself feel good is his greatest weakness..

as soon as your hands find their way to the back of his dark locks, his muscles twitch taut and then his hips are shuddering. everything goes white. the choked—almost whimpery—cry that he lets out makes your face feel all-the-more-hot.

He’ll last an hour, maybe. Tops. You’ve stormed into the bedroom and he’s still resting on the couch, the game he’s been watching since you both started arguing plays but he’s not watching it. He’s sitting there clenching and unclenching his fists, hoping it will make him feel better, hoping the deep ache in his chest will subside, thinking about the words he said to you.

Rin’s soft footsteps sound down the hall a moment later. They stop just outside of the bedroom that you’ve hauled yourself up in and he takes another few minutes before he knocks. He stays silent when he enters, sees the lump of blankets that you’ve become on the mattress and there’s another pang in his heart when you don’t turn to greet him.

He only comes to rest on the edge of the bed, sitting quietly, carefully. The mattress will dip beneath his weight and he’ll wait there — sometimes he’ll even rest his hand on the little peek of your ankle he sees beneath the comforter. Giving it a squeeze as a means of saying something he’s not sure he’s got the words for yet. For now, he’ll just mutter out a quiet