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Day 3: Rooftop rendezvous/Size difference
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Technically speaking, Tim wasn’t that small. I’m fact, he was pretty average. A firm 5’7 feet without shoes. Not as tall as Dick, but still taller than other people. He was taller than Tam and Pru, for example.
Again, Tim wasn’t small. Not exactly. Yeah, he was a little bit underweight but that was because he worked out as much as the other bats with the little detail of one, having a way faster metabolism he had inherited from his mother, and two, forgetting to eat once or twice. But he wasn’t that underweight, it was just a little, just enough to have that look of a thin, magazine type of body.
Tim wasn’t the definition of small. Not at all.
But Jason…
Jason was, by all means, the definition of big.
Somehow he had grown to be an obscene 6’3 feet that most of the times looked taller, perhaps it was the way Jason moved or the clothes he wore, but he seemed too big to the world.
And Jason wasn’t just tall, no, he was fucking big as well. As big as Bruce, the Batman himself.
Jason was incredibly heavy, all muscle and strength and with the perfect look to be the model of a gym (if you ignored the scars in all the inexplicable places).
Next to Jason, everyone looked small.
And next to Jason, Tim himself looked and felt small. He went from thin to skinny, from average height to short, from a charming womanizer to a pretty little boy.
(Well, the last part wasn’t entirely Jason’s fault, but…)
Anyway, the point is that Tim wasn’t small. Jason was just too big. And speaking of that…
Right now they are at a random roof they landed in a hurry. It was such a quick decision that they had almost fell into the roof, hands too busy in other things at the moment.
It hadn’t been planned. It was an stupid idea. And a very erotic one, as well.
They had been patrolling, as usual. Red Hood and Red Robin were a team since months ago, mainly because as the boyfriends they were (and still are), they could actually relax next to the other. Something that sadly, they weren’t able to do when they worked with Batman or Nightwing or Robin.
Don’t get them wrong, they were in better terms with the bats than before and advancing everyday, but it was still difficult to work with them, at least on a daily basis.
Damian was the easiest to describe: Both Jason and Tim were bad at dealing with kids. That was it.
Bruce made Jason doubt about shooting. He made him slow and shy and sad in a way he couldn’t bring himself to stand everyday.
And to Tim… Bruce made Tim too cold, too inhuman, too tired and broken. Whenever Tim came back from working with Bruce, Jason had to pick up the pieces of his boyfriend and make him smile again. It wasn’t fair. None of the cases.
Now, Dick. Dick made both Tim and Jason uncomfortable. Maybe because he was the golden boy, maybe because he was so good at everything, maybe because neither Tim nor Jason knew why they couldn’t let go of the anger they had felt towards the man (Jason had been angry at him since he was thirteen, listening to a “Are you Bruce’s Robin now?” with tensed lips. Tim, for his part, still got nauseous whenever Dick asked about his “mental health” or pointed out how a good job Tim did as Red Robin).
In Tim and Jason’s defense, they both knew they were the ones who had to work on their feelings. Dick was a nice brother, as much as the title made them blink and look at each other, because if Dick was their bother that meant…
Going back to the present. Red Robin and Red Hood were a team. An excellent team.
They were powerful and clean and precise and smart.
They were also incredibly horny.
At this moment, Tim and Jason are over the rooftop. Specifically, Tim’s back is against the floor and Jason is over him, covering the younger man like a predator would cover his pray before eating it.
“That was so hot, babybird,” murmurs Jason as he leans to kiss his boyfriend. All teeth and tongue, biting Tim’s lower lips slowly, making the other man moan shamelessly.
“The, mmm, kicking little bit?” asks Tim proudly, accommodating his back in the floor; raising his thighs and knees a little.
Jason growls before moving his mouth to Tim’s covered neck, biting over the clothing covering the skin. Ah, how wonderful it would be if he could just rip the suit off to reveal that beautiful pale neck and brand it with hickeys.
“Yeah. I swear that fucker was so busy looking at your ass that he didn’t see that coming.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” pouts the smaller man.
“I guess not. You look so good in your suit; how could he not want you?” whispers Jason next to Tim’s ear, making the boy gasp at the praise, trembling a little due to the excitement starting to invade him from head to toes.
“Do you… Do you really think I look good in my suit?” inquires Tim shyly, taking one of his hand to his lips, biting his knuckles innocently.
Jason laughs, raising his head a little as his hands go down, taking off Tim’s belt quickly and without problem. His gloved fingers start to play with the border of Tim’s red armor. Todd has always found interesting how Tim decided to imitate his old suit all the way, making a Kevlar armor for his chest that looks like a fucking spandex shirt or something. The armor is almost glued to Tim’s skin, letting his muscles be seen even in the dark and highlighting his figure.
(Tim insist that was a side effect, just like wearing the belt in his skinny waist instead of his hips was a coincidence. In Jason’s opinion, Tim had merely taken advantage of the design, could he be blamed? All heroes got arrogant about his looks sooner or later, and Tim had lots of things to show off.
However, Jason was very thankful for Tim changing the cowl for a domino mask. God bless whoever told Tim to do it).
“You look amazing, babe,” assures Jason to the boy as they kiss again. Big hands lifting the red clothing slowly, exposing the soft skin of Tim’s belly to the fresh air of the night.
Tim moans again, opening his lips involuntarily. His boyfriend doesn’t let go the opportunity, introducing his tongue fiercely in that mouth again, sucking and biting as much as he can.
It’s not exactly filthy, well, maybe a little, who cares? They are both into it.
Jason manages to get Tim’s shirt up until his collarbone, exposing his belly and chest to the dark of the night. They are both wearing their masks which keeps them from seeing each other’s’ eyes, but Jason can see how red Tim’s face gets and Tim approaches the light sweat cape starting to form on Jason’s forehead.
Just the beginning, like villains liked to say.
“Jay, we are… We are in a rooftop,” voices Tim carefully.
“Oh, I know that, Timmy,” answers Red Hood while lowering his head even more, putting his mouth over the skin of the chest without warning at the same time that his hands travel to the legs of the minor, separating them by holding both thighs and raising them until Tim is surrounding Jason with his legs, literally.
Tim giggles and puts his legs even farther until his calves are crossing Jason’s back in a sort of human knot. Everything thanks to their height difference.
“Mmm, Jay…” moans Red Robin when warm lips suck on his left nipple. Hard and hungry, almost biting it and sending delicious spams through his whole body.
Jason stays on his task, sucking with dedication, almost purring when Tim starts to pet his hair as if he were a little kid.
(That thought will have another day to come out, for now, this is merely a bit of foreplay).
“Timmy, you are so tiny,” utters Jason as he lets go of Tim’s skin, blowing over the wet skin to make the boy sigh deeply in pleasure.
“I’m not tiny, you are just too big,” complains Tim as two hands start pulling his hips again. In seconds, he feels Jason’s massive erection against his crotch. The older man is hard and rubbing with desire, the movements quite painfully due to the clothes between their bodies.
“You are still tiny, babybird,” repeats Jason amused, face in front of Tim’s as he gives a kiss to his nose, “You are so small in my arms, I could break you so easily.”
A high-pitched gasp comes out of Tim’s throat at that, rolling his hips to increase the friction of his ass against Jason’s bulge.
“Would you break me, though?” he questions before moving his own hands, holding the border of his leather pants and slowly pulling them down under the gaze of Jason, who smiles in satisfaction.
“It depends on what you define as breaking, Timmy. Because I’m definitely going to ruin you until you can’t move without thinking about my cock,” he declares smugly. Later, he growls loudly and rather animalistic: Tim has pulled down his pants and underwear more than enough to reveal his ass and hard dick.
“Fuck, babe,” says Jason with a deep voice, kissing Tim’s cheek right before taking that nice pink dick between his gloved fingers, giving it some tugs before squeezing it roughly, glove getting wet at the precum and Tim whimpering at the feeling.
“Jay, I don’t…”
“I know, I know. You don’t get enough pleasure form your cock, do you?” he mocks, letting Tim’s dick go and changing his position a little, putting all his weight on his right arm against the floor as his left-hand travels to his utility belt.
His body covers Tim completely, making his figure disappear. Their bodies press together and their breathings get mixed.
Tim, despite his brain telling him it’s not true, feels incredible tiny under Jason’s big arms. He feels so delicate and thin, like a doll that the older man can play with in any way he desires. He isn’t against that idea, heart racing a little bit faster at the mental scenario of being used like an object by Jason. Perhaps being forced to warm his cock during dinner or while Tim was at the phone… Better to kept those ideas on mind.
Tim wakes up from his thoughts when naked fingers covered in cold lube reach to his ass, pulling it higher until his hole is accessible to Jason, who whistles as he rubs the rim softly.
“Look at your tiny greedy hole, Timmy. Already shaking for me…” he speaks with pride as he pushes a wet finger inside, growling at how tight and warm Tim is.
The boy, for his part, starts to sob softly, covering his face with his forearms as he trembles.
“Jason, be gentle. It has been a time,” he asks with embarrassment. He isn’t lying, since it has been truly quite a time since they have properly fucked. Besides, Tim’s fingers were a poor substitute of Jason’s hands (and cock).
“It’s okay, Timmy. I’ll go slow,” promises Jason as he marks a rhythm with his finger. In and out, in and out. Making sure to put the lube inside of Tim, preparing him.
After some minutes, Jason bites his lower lip as he adds a second lubed finger. This time, his middle finger.
First, he pushes both fingers deep inside, putting all the lube inside, wetting the walls of the boy. Next, he opens them as a pair of scissors, painfully and making Tim scream loudly.
“Jay!” he cries, arms letting go of his face to hold on his shoulders.
The older man chuckles.
“It’s just two fingers, babe.”
“Y-Yeah, but you…”
“They are too big?”
Tim goes even redder, hiding his face on Jason’s neck.
“Just keep going.”
“With pleasure.”
Jason returns to his task, going back to pushing his fingers inside, roughly and deep. Taking them out completely and then pushing them at once, thrusting against Tim’s sweet spot every single time, the poor boy whining even louder and moving his hips, trying to ride Jason’s fingers.
The man adds a third one and that’s when Tim loses it.
“Stop teasing!” he yells with annoyance, lips parted and tongue out, face red and nails sinking on Jason’s shoulders. Red Hood laughs before kissing Tim’s cheek again.
“So desperate for my cock, Timmy. Such a needy little boy,” he whispers as his fingers leave Tim’s hole empty. Tim whines at the loss, but jumps as he hears a ‘zip’ and then feeling the pressing of Jason’s thick cock against his ass cheeks.
“Your cock is too nice for a man like you,” he complains as he feels how the top starts rubbing against his entrance, teasing with getting inside and filling him up.
Jason makes a “Hmmm” with a smirk, “Yet you love it,” he states before finally pushing in, shutting Tim up.
Both stay silent for a while, both lost in the feeling of that big cock filling Tim’s tight hole just right.
“Jay…”
“Want me to move, little boy?”
Tim nods.
“Very well.”
Jason starts to move, thrusting slowly and carefully. Tim is so small in his arms, so narrow and thin, the way in which Jason can just conquer him is exciting and intense, it makes him want to be careful, to take care of that pretty face and to make sure he never gets hurt.
“Timmy, you are so tight,” Jason moans between gasps, feeling how his dick is squeezed and almost sucked, as if Tim’s wall were trying to devour him, so perfect and amazing…
“Jay!” screams Tim again, uncapable of saying anything else, mind blank as he feels his prostate being stimulated again and again with each thrust.
It’s perfect and they are so close and their foreheads are against ach other, noses pressing and mouths gasping for air, and then…
“Father, I found… WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!?” screams a childish voice meters away from them.
Jason and Tim freeze and, slowly, turn their heads around.
In front of them is Robin (Damian), horrified and hands shaking. The poor kid looks disgusted and close to throw up, as well as really traumatized (which is a lot to say since he was raised by the League of Assassins so…)
“Would it be rude to ask him to turn around? I really wanna come,” murmurs Tim angry, eyebrows wrinkled in a disappointed face. Jason is still inside of him, refusing to move.
The wind blows, and even before he lands, they feel Bruce’s (Batman's) presence arriving to the roof.
“We are so screwed,” laments Jason.