#yes always

college au, nipple play, thigh fucking, dacryphilia if you squint.

“Oh, you’re really asking for it this time. Aren't you?”

Steve pushes him down, and Billy doesn’t fight. The blonde goes, sprawling back against the sheets.

He whines as Steve crawls on top, pressing a quick kiss to quell those pouty pink lips. He bullies Billy’s legs apart, knee by knee, and the boy goes to frantically wrap himself around Steve’s waist, pulling, sucking, devouring. Billy complains more, as Steve ignores where he’s needed most.

Screw what he wants, Steve is going to take his time.

“Stevie”, the boy whimpers, biting his lip hard, voice hushed, so polite, unwanting to rouse their fellow doormates. But Steve does not care; let them hear. None of the others make the same accommodations for them. He presses his tongue hard, insistent against Billy’s lips, and the his lover finally yields, gracefully letting him plunder his mouth. He curls his tongue behind the boy's teeth and pushes down, going deeper, making Billy open his mouth wider to make space. 

Billy wraps his arms around Steve’s neck and pulls him in, no skin of their bodies is apart. He grinds upwards, thin fleece fabric doing nothing to hide the heat that emanates from his skin. Steve's free hand slides down firmly, trailing and caressing golden, warm skin. 

He grips hard at the stupidly revealing cut-up tank Billy seems so insistent on wearing all the damn time. They lock lips for a millenium before Billy has to wrench his face away, breathing in deeply to regain all the oxygen lost. Steve trails his nose up Billy's jaw, following the baby soft path to his lobe. He mouths, indulgent, at the sensitive skin and Billy’s tilts his chin, giving him more rein to do as he pleases.

Tugging incessantly at the top his baby wears, pulling back after sucking dark bruises behind his ears. “Off! Off!” He groans, blood gone too far south for him to form proper words, luckily Billy gets the gist and places his arms above his head. He yanks the garment away, chucking it mercilessly to the floor. Now Steve can do what he wanted to do. He looks down at Billy, and Billy looks up at him, through those ridiculous, unreasonable doll lashes, slightly darkened from sweat and water. Steve has died, and in his paradise is a fucking angel. Steve just stares and Billy flushes deeper, brows pinching oh so dearly. His golden tan has lightened just a smidge, but that spattering of brown constellations still hold strong.

His boy places a hand on either side of Steve’s face, and he follows, reuniting with those blue, so blue eyes that pull him under. They kiss again, more relaxed, hands that never leave Steve’s face brush lovingly behind his ears. He takes his hands back down, grouping, pulling, feeling at that full chest much like he would a girl, and pinches the left one, between his thumb and his index finger. Billy almost knocks his forehead into his nose.

“Oh.”  His eyes are so wide as they meet Steve's, and he grins, 

“You like that, baby?” He nods vigorously, and Steve moves further down, mouth hovering just over the pert little thing, Billy gasps and wails. He gives in with his mouth, teeth latching onto the nub to pull lightly.

“Steve! Steve, ah!” Billy’s voice cracks on the upwards bend, yeah the whole floor’s going to know exactly what they're doing. 

He moves onto the right side, giving much the same attention. He widens his mouth, enough to fit most of the soft flesh inside, and bites. His teeth make small red indents on pink skin and he sucks, like Billy is a five-star meal. And it’s like the other one cannot control himself at all. Whinging continuously, short yet loud little ‘ufs’ that egg him on as. Steve takes one nub between his teeth and the other with his nail, and Billy really lets loose. He bites and digs at the same time and Billy screeches. The boy gives one hard rub into Steve’s abdomen before he jerks, head thunking back, water running down his face, free. Small rapid breaths escape his mouth and Steve feels a wet spot slowly seep into his top. He kisses again, meeting foggy half-lidded eyes. Billy blindly grabs for him, and Steve peppers his love’s face with small, chaste pecks that make Billy giggle wetly. He follows those wet streaks up burning cheeks to lick around his eyes, the coarse hair of his lashes a harsh feeling but so deliciously salty.

Billy’s face wrinkles ,and he pulls his face away, “Ew, Steve!” Steve goes back to kissing, which appeases him. Yes, he’s a freak, so what? 

Billy pulls back again, eyes a little clearer and caresses Steve's jaw, he shifts but stops when Steve’s hard on pokes excitedly into his thigh. He scrunches his nose, confused “You didn’t c-cum?”

Steve kisses harsher, and buries himself in the crook of his neck, next words hushed, “Forgot… c-cause’ you’re so amazing.”

Billy sighs, so fond, so exasperated, “Ugh, shut up.” He bends forward to go for his crotch, but Steve places a hand on his face, stopping him in his tracks, caressing away the little pout that forms on Billy’s lips, “Can we try something…new?”

The boy hesitates before nodding, “Okay,” he whispers, matching Steve’s tone, “what did you have in mind?” He pulls the other close and speaks directly into his ear.

“Turn around,” 

Billy leans over, obedient yet bashful as he gets comfortable on his tummy, knees underneath. He looks back at Steve, unsure, “Like this?” Steve nods, and drapes himself across his back, pushing his nose against the underside of Billy's chin. “Perfect.”

Billy stays still as Steve drags down his shorts, they get stuck around his spread thighs but the boy doesn’t say a thing, just looking at him with such open trust. Steve pushes his own pants and boxers down, freeing his cock. It springs up with a wet little smack that causes Billy to laugh. Steve smiles as well and goes back to his spot. He places a hand on the underside of Billy's perineum and instructs him to close his legs as tightly as possible, in which he does.

Steve snakes his hand back replacing it with his cock. The whole area is already wet from Billy’s release, so he slides in smooth, pushing against Billy's softening one. Billy lets out a small gasp of understanding before he moans and nods. Steve places his hands on either side of Billy’s hips, thumbs digging in the matching divots of his lower back. His boy whines again, slowly grinding back. 

Steve leans over, voice dark and more solid than he feels. “You like this?” he whispers. Billy just nods again, a little mmm! Up his throat. He begins to thrust, slow, focused and with a goal to savour as much contact as he can against between luscious thighs, and Billy starts to erratically push back too, bottom slapping into his stomach on every thrust. They go like that for a while, Billy’s curls coming loose of his updo and flailing around at every pull. Steve has to keep biting his lips and tightening his hold to stave off the incoming orgasm. 

He tries to think about things other than the warm, sweat soaked muscles squeezing against him, instead focusing on that blonde head of hair. “This is how it’ll be,” Billy meets his gaze, blue eyes adoringly baffled. He carries on, “Me. Inside you,” He groans at a harsh thrust, breathless, “bruising inside you, you won’t be able to sit down, will you?” Billy nods and nods and nods, arms shaking as they hold up his weight. Steve barrels on, “I’ll keep on being inside you.” He grabs a mean handful of Billy’s tummy, lovely, warm and soft. “Knock you up maybe, then everyone will know just who you’ve been sleeping with,” Billy moans so loud, back arching beneath him, pushing into his hand. “You’ll have to drop out,” He teases, “Stay at home, be my wife, you wanna be my wife, baby?” That does something. Billy collapses, front half going down into the bed to sob in the sheets, Steve gives one last strong thrust before he’s spilling all over, white streaks that hit the bed, and Billy, before he follows suit, flopping on top. They stay that way, Billy happily dozing beneath, like Steve is some weighted blanket, and Steve nuzzles into flushed skin, biting and sucking mindlessly at what he can reach. Billy wiggles a bit, his ass putting pressure on Steve's sensitive part’s, making him roll away.

He sighs when Billy goes straight for the empty spot on his neck, legs tangling with each other. His love lightly kisses at the side of Steve’s face, more so rubbing his nose and cheeks against him. He wraps his arms around and they cuddle like that until. 

“I’m gonna marry you someday.” Billy sighs dreamily.

And isn’t that the best thing in the world?

It’s about 14 yr old Jason, from a world where Batman never took him in, being blasted into the Batfam timeline.

It’s been a fluffy comfort catharsis trauma-healing fic I’ve just been writing for myself when I’m sad, but I might post it when it’s done.

Anyway here’s a snippet:

Jason let Dick drive him out of Crime Alley, out of the city proper, and out through the winding roads leading to nowhere.

“Yo, where the fuck we going?” he asked after 20 minutes of Dick doing breathing exercises and slowly turning less purple.

Turns out, they were going to Batman’s house. Den. Lair. Dank pit with frankly ostentatious computers and weird art pieces. Whatever.

“It’s called the Batcave,” Dick told him as they got out of the car.

Jason thought this was the lamest thing he’d ever heard and let Dick know.

“I welcome all feedback,” said a deep voice from the shadows.

Jason whirled around as Dick sighed. “He always does that,” he groused, as a shadow with honest-to-god pointy bat ears appeared and stalked its way over to them.

Jason swallowed down a shiver as he took in Batman’s huge frame, stern expression, and… cape. “You look like an asshole,” he said flatly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Constructive feedback only,” amended the giant man, looming over Jason. Jason raised his chin.

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