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Nightwing had spent the past few days running himself haggard chasing after a wisp of a lead in this drug case. Every corner he turned a dead end, the smugglers managed to slip through his grasp. It didn’t help that the longer it took, the more tired Dick became, the more frustrated, leading to more mistakes. Being Nightwing was taking a lot out of him. Coming back to Gotham to support Tim, and hesitantly Bruce, was weighing on him on top of his grief after Jason’s death.
He was already at the end of his rope. Time to phone a friend! Of a kind. Well, more foe. But a friendly foe!
Dick changed tracks, grappling back towards Crime Alley. Recently a new crime boss had risen through the ranks, going by the name of Red Hood. After distant observing, Dick noticed that while he ran drugs through his own growing empire, this Hood character had morals, had lines he would not cross.
He even spotted Red Hood helping the kids in Crime Alley the other night, handing out jackets and hats and mittens to combat the chill.
Dick refused to acknowledge the crush that was growing inside of him for Red Hood. Sure he was big, and Dick liked big, like, a lot. And his thighs were absolutely something to write home about. Just the thought of them squeezing the sides of his head as he choked down on what must be a monster cock hidden under those tactical gear pants... Dick was already salivating at the thought. Fuck, those muscles.
And Red Hood had recently cropped his leather jacket, cutting it at just the perfect point to accentuate his waist and beefy shoulders. Between the thigh holsters and the stretched leather across his biceps, it was a wonder Dick could stay focused anytime he came near the crime boss.
The crime boss he was supposed to be enemies with.
Yeah, Dick could admit they weren’t exactly directly the best of friends. Despite the good deeds Dick saw, their own interactions were fraught with anger and frustration. Something desperate seemed to line Hood’s moves when he fought against Dick. The tension had only built in the past few weeks, a tight wire about to snap.
Considering Dick’s history, wires snapping rarely led to anything good.
Still, Nightwing was becoming desperate. He needed sleep, he needed to have a break, and he couldn’t do that until those damn drug smugglers were apprehended. So, desperate times called for desperate measures, and Nightwing, in his not-all-there mind decided that Red Hood was the exact person to ask for help with this.
Would Red Hood even help him in the first place? Dick didn’t know for sure, but he wasn’t one to not try.
The cold wind whipped through his hair, strands finally settling as Dick landed on a roof overlooking the shabby apartment building. This part of Gotham was hardly the safest area, though families and community still thrived. Dick had previously looked into Hood, trying to find ways to contact him if ever needed, for a time like now.
Nightwing didn’t want to be seen by his goons at one of his base of operations, or other warehouses, so finding a safehouse it was. One not used by others. After another day and a half of work he narrowed down a place that he thought Hood would frequent enough to run into him, but not so close Dick would get into trouble for invading his territory. Which brings Dick to here and now, nearing the end of patrol, looking into the darkened windows of one of Red Hood’s safehouses.
Carefully, Nightwing swings onto the fire escape, closely inspecting the windows. He’s able to disable the alarms and traps, sneaking into what looks like the main living space. A large comfy couch covered in blankets, a coffee table with coasters strewn about, and more distinctly a large bookshelf spanning most of one of the walls, filled with all kinds of novels. Peering further towards the kitchen which looks well stocked, light above the oven turned on and a dirty mug sits in the sink.
Dick knows better than to poke around too much, wary of invading more of Hood’s privacy than necessary. Something, however, begins to nag at him. And in his exhaustion he isn’t able to figure out what exactly it is quite yet. He wanders further, going through a hallway with only a handful of doors.
At the end of the hallway the door to the bedroom is ajar and Dick hesitates for a moment before entering. One of the lamps on the end table is lit, showing a book face down opened midway through the story, along with one of Hood’s guns gleaming. The bed is still made up, pristine except for a pile of clothing dropped on top of it, as though the owner of said clothes had just dropped them recently.
Light and sounds from the streets below shine through the cracked open window to Dick’s right, still sweeping his gaze along the room. His inspection quickly halts when he glances to the left.
There’s a door, presumably to a bathroom, that’s closed, and light is shining from the crack at the bottom. Now Dick knows what was nagging him.
The sound of the shower running abruptly stops.
Fuck, he’s here. Dick’s instincts start screaming at him to run so he lunges towards the window.
Not only is Red Hood here, this clearly isn’t any old safehouse. It’s lived in, there’s cozy touches here and there, and Dick thinks he ever saw some pictures on the wall that were hidden in the shadows of the hallway. This is Hood’s home.
Nightwing scrambles to the window, hurriedly pushing it up enough to wiggle out. In his panic he forgets about the alarms and safety measures he had to contend with a few moments ago, which is his downfall. He trips some sort of sensor and while he is only halfway through, the window pane slams back down on him as panels from the sides slide in, trapping him.
“Shit!”
Despite his wiggling, Dick is stuck in the frame of the window, panels squeezing at his waist. The window itself leads to a fire escape, but there’s little to reach out and grip onto for leverage. Unfortunately the window is also at an awkward height, not tall enough to get a good footing on the carpet, knees bent awkwardly behind him.
Through the now louder sounds of late-night Gotham streets, Dick hears the click of a door opening crystal clear. The lights from the bathroom shine through the room, illuminating the vigilante in the embarrassing position.
Heavy footed steps begin to approach him. Nightwing tries to struggle out to no avail. He can’t even get a good look through the awkward angles of the frame.
“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.” Red Hood’s voice is low and deep, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, Dick can’t help the shiver of arousal the timber of his voice sends down his spine.
“Ahh, yeah, haha hi Red Hood. Mr. Hood. Sir. I wanted to come talk to you about something, but now might be a bad time, I can come back!” Dick says, trying to get out of this with some dignity intact.
The silence behind him is concerning, unable to tell what is happening in the bedroom.
A hand touches Dick’s lower back making him jerk slightly in surprise. He really is off his game tonight.
Suddenly one thought manages to connect. The reminder that Red Hood was coming out of the shower, his clothes left on the bed. Meaning… he was most likely naked, naked and still damp. And now he’s got Dick stuck with his ass up, at his mercy.
Fuck fuck fuck. This really isn’t helping anything. The hand presses harder, trailing down along his side, feeling where the frame is pressing against him. Dick desperately hopes he’s just imagining the way his cunt is starting to feel wet.
“Oh birdie, I don’t think you’re leaving anytime soon. You know… I used to have dreams like this when I was younger. This ass alone?” This time Red Hood pauses to grab onto both cheeks with both hands. “What a handful. These cheeks really helped in my sexual awakening.”
Something about the way Red Hood is talking bothers Dick. It’s too familiar. He also realizes that Hood doesn’t have his helmet on, it’s his real voice he’s hearing.
Hood runs his fingers up alongside Dick’s spine, trailing up and down. He reaches further and further down, rubbing down Dick’s ass, thumb dipping into his cleft every so often.
“Whoa, hey now, we can talk about this Hood!” Dick desperately tries to hold back a shiver, hoping Hood doesn’t notice.
“You’re the one who broke into my house. Don’t you bats have some morals? I can’t let you get away without punishment, pretty bird.” All of a sudden Red Hood brings down a hand, spanking Dick hard across the ass.
The sudden pain (and pleasure) surprises Dick enough to let out a mangled shout that tapers into a moan.
“Oh? Interesting, ” Hood says, contemplating.
He smacks the other side, watching Dick’s body jerk away as Dick tries to stifle the moan this time. “You’ll have to be quiet, don’t want anyone coming to the area with reports of screaming. Definitely don’t need daddy Bats seeing you like this, do we?”
It’s so not fair how quickly Dick definitely gets wet this time. Dick feels Red Hood grab onto his hips and press up to him. He can feel Hood push into him something hard nudging up against him and holy shit Hood is absolutely still naked from his shower.
Dick has to bite on his hand to hold back from moaning. This is so hot and no one can ever know this is happening. Feeling Hood’s cock getting harder against him, rubbing against his pussy through the material of his suit is stunning. The added knowledge of this being Red Hood, the crime boss, the bad guy, someone he’s supposed to be fighting against fuels Dick further.
This time Hood dips down to touch between his legs, fingers pausing on his pussy. “Talk about interesting. I had my suspicions, isn’t this unexpected. A cunt, Nightwing?” Hood rubs even harder. “Before this goes any further, I know what you bats think about me. That I’m sick, twisted. But really, I’m not so bad. And we can pretend, if that’s what you like. But I won’t force this. I need a clear yes or no. And if you say no, just this once, I promise I’ll let you go no harm no foul.”
For a second, Dick is stunned. Not that he expected, or thought that Hood would actually rape him. The reassurance is… reassuring. Something warm grows in his chest, eagerness growing along his horniness.
“God, that’s so hot, yes yes yes, please. Just take me Red!” Dick groans out.
“Alright, but you’re going to have to remember, you asked for this.”
Immediately Dick feels Red Hood grip at the suit and tugging until he hears a loud rip, cold air touching his skin on his ass, and legs, and cunt. Shit, his suit is reinforced, it’s not supposed to tear easy, which means Hood had to have had some strength to be able to do that. It’s like Hood has a list of Dick’s kinks in front of him and he’s checking them off like a to-do list.
“Commando, Wing! I suppose you wouldn’t want to ruin the lines of your suit. Look, you’re so wet already. You’re sweet sweet pussy.” Red Hood finally touches Dick’s bare lips with his own bare fingers, the naked touch burning through Dick’s nerves like a wildfire.
The slick sound of Hood rubbing his finger up and down in the wet cunt seems to echo through the room. Gently he prods at Dick’s hole, just one finger, pushing against the resistance. Breaching only the tip, in and out testing it for a moment, Hood waits for Dick to finish shivering before slamming his finger in all the way into the hole.
“Ah!” Dick shouts, surprised, happily.
Hood starts pumping a finger in, his other hand rubbing up and down Dick’s inner thigh. The feel of something warm and wet presses against his lower back, and Dick realizes it’s Hood’s mouth as Hood kisses his body hotly. Soon enough Hood is pushing in another finger, stretching out the tight hole.
“You’re all nice and tight, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure to spread you wide so you can fit me in that little cunt.” Hood says, words spoken against Dick’s flushed skin.
His other hand comes up and begins to rub at Dick’s clit, just barely touching it. This makes Dick tremble, electricity running through him. Hood keeps it up, making sure to alternate pressing lightly and rubbing against the engorged nub as he continues thrusting his fingers into Dick. He adds another finger, pussy soaking and squelching with his movements.
Dick is barely holding back from squealing.
“I gotta say Dickie, this is the stuff of wet dreams, having you like this.”
With all the sensations running through him, his mind having already been hazy that night, it took an embarrassing amount of time to realize what Red Hood had said.
“Wait, wait, what did you call me?” Dick tries to get out his confusion.
Hood only begins pumping faster, Dick’s body moving with the force of the thrusts. He loses and bit of footing he had, only held up by the window frame and Hood’s hands on him.
“Dickie. You know, Dickiebird. Dickhead. Dick. Your name.”
“How do you know my name?”
His finger on Dick’s clit is rubbing faster and faster, bringing Dick closer and closer to orgasm. He’s panting harder and harder, hands pushing back against the bricks below the window as though trying to get away from the intensity building.
“Because I know you. I’m almost hurt you don’t remember me. After all, I wasn’t Robin for as long as you were, but I still have fond memories with you before… well, before I died.”
Dick’s mind goes blank. Somehow this is what Dick’s brain decides to work on, to connect the dots as quickly as possible. Because he never got over who he’s starting to realize is under the Red Hood, the boy, now man who stayed in his mind for years. He has to know, he has to be sure.
“J-jason?”
His kind of brother, the boy Bruce brought in, that Dick tried to get close to through all his issues with Bruce. Matching up the images of that boy with the older version makes this feel a little more forbidden. A little more intimate, a lot more hotter.
Dick has been lusting over the beefy shoulders of Jason, drooling over the thick thighs of Jason, dreaming of riding Jason’s cock.
A cock he has felt pressed against him, that he still desperately wants inside of him.
“That’s right pretty bird, it’s me.”
Upon Jason’s confirmation Dick can’t help all the emotions overcoming him at the same time as his body becomes overwhelmed and the orgasm rips through Dick like a firestorm. He cums hard, unable this time to hold back from the loud shout of “Jason!”
Hood- no, Jason- keeps fingering him through his orgasm and rather than slowing down pushes a fourth finger into his sloppy wet hole. The force of the fullness makes Dick let out a high whine at every thrust, the obscene wetness smoothing the way in for Jason’s thick fingers. Dick can feel his legs trembling through shock after shock, pussy dripping down his inner thighs.
“That’s it, just like that,” Jason says, voice deep and low as though speaking to himself. “You were made for this, weren’t you Dickie? Made to be filled, to be fucked by your baby brother.”
“Please, please please fuck me, Jason, please! I need your cock in me,” Dick whines, sensitive yet needing more. He needs Jason’s cock like his life depends on it.
Jason slows his fingers down until with a schlick pop he removes them from Dick altogether. Dick’s confused for a moment until he hears Jason moaning in enjoyment.
“Dickie you taste delicious.”
He… he licked his fingers, didn’t he? Dick can imagine the way his tongue would wrap around each digit, cleaning off the taste of Dick’s cunt from them one by one, savouring the flavours. The image is hot enough but now Dick really really wants to see it with his own eyes.
Before he can ask to be let out of the window, to get face to face with his long lost brother and see what he looks like now, Dick feels Jason grip onto his hips again, thumbs digging into his ass and spreading the cheeks so his pussy is more easily accessible.
“Oh!” Jason’s tongue is solid and warm against Dick, licking up his flaps with his tongue widened until he gets up to Dick’s hole where he pushes into the quivering muscle with just the tip. “Yes, yes, yesss.”
Dick swears he can feel the vibration of Jason’s moan deep in his bones as Jason goes to town fucking his tongue in and out, lapping up the juices. He dips back down to circle around Dick’s clit, making him jerk and pant hard as a second orgasm builds. Already well stimulated from the first, it doesn’t take long for Dick to reach the edge of coming again.
Jason pulls back long enough to say, “I’m going to make you cum so much, birdie.” He plunges back down, fucking his tongue in and out again, fingers now rubbing against the clit, then switching. As Jason sucks hard on the sensitive nub, fingers pumping into Dick’s hole, Dick knows he’s not going to stop at just 2 orgasms tonight.
“Close, close, close I’m so close Jason!”
Jason quickly switches again, wanting to feel the way Dick’s hole squeezes his tongue when he comes, the fresh pump of sweet liquid he can lap up directly, eating Dick out like a starving man.
The waves of pleasure from the second orgasm rip through Dick with no less intensity than the first one, leaving him whimpering and limp. Jason just rides it out, allowing Dick to grind back into Jason’s face, letting him take his pleasure from Jason. As he calms down, breathing heavily, Jason stands and licks his lips.
Dick barely registers movement behind him so when a moment later the window frame is lifted and the side panels are removed, it takes a second to register his freedom. Gingerly Jason grabs onto his waist and helps bring Dick back into the apartment, turning him around in his arms, coming face to face with him for the first time in years.
Blinking up at him, the haze retreats as Dick takes him in. The sharp jawline, the intense green eyes, the scar through his eyebrow. The white fluff of hair that Dick reaches up with still slightly shaky hands to touch. The plump lips that he can’t look away from. He also registers that he’s pressed up against the very naked, absolute built body that wraps around him and Dick needs to get naked now to get as much skin to skin contact as possible. Those pecs are dying for him to smother himself in.
“Fuck you got hot.”
Jason’s laughter surprises Dick, not realizing he spoke aloud.
“Yeah? That means a lot, coming from you,” Jason’s wink does little to hide the flush spreading across his face.
“Oh, absolutely. I mean you were a pretty cute kid but I much prefer this version. I’ll need to map out every inch of this new body of yours.”
Dick can see Jason fighting discomfort, through the awe of Dick’s words. He still remembers the way younger Jason would shy away from compliments and comments on his body, and it seems that hasn’t changed. Dick also doesn’t know the full story of what happened to him, how he’s here, but now isn’t the time for that. That time will come later, after he’s been dicked down by this hunk.
Leaning in, Dick breaths out one more compliment, their lips touching, “You’ve been making it hard to focus lately, I keep getting distracted by you, and now that I’m finally in these big arms I’m going to need you to fuck me until I forget my own name.”
“Deal,” Dick feels Jason’s wicked smirk grow before they’re pushing up against each other and kissing deeply. The taste of himself on Jason’s lips is enough to make Dick moan into the kiss, mouths opening quickly to press their tongues together.
Slowly Dick feels Jason turning them around and pushing him back towards the bed until the backs of his knees feel the fabric of the comforter and Jason leans him down on top of the bed. They make quick work of the rest of Dick’s suit, showing inch by inch more skin until they are lying down completely naked, Jason covering as much as Dick’s body as he can.
Their hands run up and down frantically, occasionally gripping and grabbing, nails digging into hot flesh. Jason’s mouth leaves Dick’s as he presses kisses down his chin to his neck where Jason bites down onto the sensitive skin.
The moan that leaves Dick’s throat is obscene, and he bucks his hips up into Jason’s. Dick spreads his legs, allowing Jason to sink into the bed between them, and also allowing Dick to wrap them around Jason’s waist.
“Next time we can take this - mmm - slow but right now I need you to put that fat cock in me immediately, Jason!” Dick manages to say in between moans as Jason continues to bite down his neck, leaving bruises galore in his exploration.
“Need, need, need, you are such a needy bitch, aren’t you?” Jason says. To Dick’s answering whimper he rolls his eyes but can’t help the smile on his face, giving him away.
“For you, absolutely.”
Dick knows Jason pulls away slightly only so he can lean back and line his cock up to Dick’s hole, but the now-empty space where a warm body was makes Dick sad. Ok, needy is not an exaggeration, when it comes to Jason apparently.
Finally, finally, Jason pushes his cock against Dick’s pussy, not going in quite yet. He rubs along it, still wet from his earlier orgasms. Waiting until he locks eyes with Dick, Jason pushes into the tight heat with a low moan.
He moves back out, only thrusting the head of his cock a few times slowly to adjust before he starts pushing in deeper. Each inch is felt by both when Jason, with only a few inches left, hears the high pitched needy whine from Dick and decides to slam the rest of the way in.
Dick gasps at the sudden thrust, feeling tears build at the corner of his eyes.
“Like that? Your pussy is so tight, I almost thought I wouldn’t fit,” Jason says as he takes a moment for them both to relax a bit.
He doesn’t give Dick the chance to respond before he’s pulling back out and slamming back in hard, picking up the pace with vigour. Dick reaches his arms up and wraps them around Jason’s neck, pulling him down to press back against him. The angle makes it harder to get deeper, but it lets Dick rub his clit up against Jason as the grind their bodies together, bringing him to the brink again.
Dick begins begging again, the pleases past the point of coherence. He feels so full like he’s about to burst. This is something he can so quickly become addicted to, and he might just want to.
Already overstimulated it doesn’t take long for Dick to cum again, pussy throbbing against Jason’s cock, making him bite his lip hard. Dick flips them over, pushing Jason onto his back so he can straddle him, all without letting Jason slip out of him. He pushes up on his knees and starts riding Jason’s cock fast.
Jason reaches up to grip Dick’s waist, helping to push him up and pull him back down onto his cock, harder and harder. Dick allows him to take over, his body pretty spent at this point, letting Jason use him and his body. The flexing of Jason’s muscles is obscene and Dick is sure he’s drooling at the sight of it all.
Hair mussed up from Dick’s fingers running through it while kissing, lips shiny and red and open as he pants, blush spread across his cheeks, eyes staring at Dick in awe and adoration. Jason looks like an absolute mess, but a happy mess at that. Like he can’t believe what he’s seeing, what’s happening. If Dick wasn’t already fucked out he would’ve gotten wet from this image alone.
Both of them are rapidly approaching orgasm as Dick, reinvigorated, presses his hands down on the pillow-y pecs as added leverage so he can push back against Jason’s thrusts.
“Jase- Jay, please, cum in me, cum in my pussy Jason, please fill me up with your cum!” Dick begs between moans.
Jason can’t even form words at this point, only able to stare wide eyed at Dick and nod his head frantically, speeding up his hips.
Their thrusts start getting sloppy as they get closer and closer, until finally the dam breaks and Jason slams into Dick with one more hard push and cums deep and hard into Dick’s cunt.
Dick screams. He can feel Jason’s cock pulsing inside of him, feel Jason’s fingers digging deep enough to bruise in his grip around his waist, watches Jason’s face in ecstasy as he cums. All of it on top of Dick’s already sensitivity sends him over the edge, coming one last time. His body jerks involuntarily as Jason thrusts up once, twice, three times before melting back down into the bed spent.
Breaths heavy, gasping for air, Dick slumps down onto Jason, trying his best not to slam down too hard and hurt him. He can feel Jason’s spent cock slip out of him, a trail of cum following, dripping down Dick’s pussy.
“That… that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done,” Dick says into Jason’s chest where he has made sure to lay his head on.
Jason brings up his hands to wrap his arms around Dick, one hand resting in the sweaty strands of his hair. He can only moan in agreement, words still past his tongue.
They slowly come down from the high together, breaths evening out. Eventually Dick has to get up, wincing at the feeling of cum running down his leg, ambling towards the bathroom where he can get a towel to wipe them both up.
Both now clean, and sated, they curl up under the blankets together, Dick snuggled into Jason’s arms.
Jason leans down and leaves a kiss on top of Dick’s head. “Doing ok, pretty bird?”
Dick smiles. He’s already drifting into sleep, exhaustion hitting him like a truck. “Better than ever, Little Wing. You?”
“…Better than ever, too. Now go to bed, I’ll make us pancakes in the morning.” Dick can hear Jason’s responding smile in his tone, and for the first time in awhile, something clicks into place. Some part of him relaxes, a part he hasn’t realized had been tense for so long. He can finally rest, safe, and happy, in the arms of someone he just might be beginning to love.