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So, Jason can't hold quite as much alcohol as he thought.
Dick isn't faulting him for that but it is very funny. Multiple times he had told Jason he didn't have to keep up with Dick and his friends and every time, Jason just kept pressing on. Don't get him wrong, Jason can put away a lot of alcohol- just not as much as Dick can apparently. He's cute. Dick does feel a little bad that Jason doesn't seem to have had a good time, though.
It's rare that Dick gets a chance to go out with his friends and have fun and he thought inviting Jason along would be nice! Unfortunately, he sort of forgot Jason is also quite possibly the most jealous man in existence. Dick still had a nice evening but when many of his friends are also exes, he can see how maybe it wasn't a great idea to drag Jason along.
He just wanted to spend more time with his boyfriend.
Though drunk Jason is kind of cute.
Dick does his best to avoid Jason's kisses while he tries to get their front door open. Jason doesn't make this easy by any means. His arms are wrapped around Dick's waist, largely to help make sure he stays upright, but it also means he can kind of just pull Dick around however he wants. Jason's always been a big, strong guy but he's always been careful not to use it against Dick- much less like this.
A sober Jason would never dream of trying to hold Dick down to kiss him. It's kind of hot.
“Mm, Jason.” Dick tries his best not to give in while they're standing in the hall of their fucking building. Jason's also making this very hard. “Come on, little wing, we gotta get inside.”
“Mmhm,” Jason agrees though he obviously seems confused about what he's agreeing to. He just keeps kissing Dick and when Dick turns away to try to unlock the door again, Jason grabs his face to turn him back. His big fingers encapsule Dick's face so easily. If he's not careful, he's going to leave bruises.
Dick manages to get the door open without looking.
It takes a little more effort to lead Jason inside and get the door closed behind them. Once they're inside, Dick's much less worried about a public indecency ticket. Jason mumbles something in Japanese that Dick just doesn't understand. Dick huffs a quiet laugh as he carefully toes his sneakers off.
Jason's heavy on his back and while Dick is strong enough to support him, he feels like he's trying to pin Dick down. Which, maybe he is. His hard cock keeps rutting against Dick's butt and lower back, making his interest very clear. Considering how much he's had to drink, Dick's kind of surprised he can still get it up- much less keep it up for this long.
Dick braces himself against the half wall leading to the kitchen just so Jason doesn't take him down on the hallway floor.
“Jason,” he rumbles quietly. Jason grabs his face, turning his head to kiss him again. His fingers dig in even harder this time, definitely leaving bruises in their wake, and making Dick even hornier for it. Given the night, Dick isn't drunk but he's also a good bit passed buzzed, too. It's a nice feeling really only made nicer by Jason trying to smoosh him like the horniest weighted blanket ever.
Jason's tongue pushes into his mouth and Dick groans loudly in response. This just isn't how Jason usually is at all. Usually Dick does all the pushing, all the leading, all the controlling. He doesn't mind that, obviously, but this change is as surprising as it is exciting. Jason would never say it but Dick's had the inkling for a long time that he's needlessly concerned about hurting Dick- worried about even touching him too hard.
Dick's already going to be bruised in a lot of places tomorrow.
“Jason,” Dick groans again, trying to pull Jason's hand away from his face. Jason doesn't let go but also doesn't seem to realize just how hard he's gripping. He studies Dick's face closely like he’s somehow realizing how attractive he is for the first time, the most affectionate drunken stars in his eyes. Dick can't help but laugh.
The arm wrapped around his waist suddenly moves lower and Dick gasps as Jason's nice, broad fingers rub his cunt through his jeans.
“Oh fuck.” It feels great. Jason's a bit clumsy just thanks to how drunk he is, occasionally using way more pressure than he needs to, but fuck. Dick can't help but twitch his hips into it.
“I wanna fuck you,” Jason mumbles with a great, drunk determination.
“You- you wanna fuck me?” Dick repeats back breathlessly. It wouldn't be a first but again, that's just not how they usually do it. Usually it's Dick pinning Jason down and fucking him with a strap until he's drooling for it. Again, don't get Dick wrong, that's really great. He loves seeing Jason's big, muscular form trembling for him. His big, pierced cock leaking copious precum while his hungry hole gets stuffed. So good.
But it's sort of a special treat to get Jason to top and it feels a bit naughty to get a present like that just for getting him too drunk.
“Yeah,” Jason breathes back. He pushes his face into Dick's neck with the force of a dog that doesn't know his own size. Then he bites like a dog that doesn't know his own size. Dick hisses a quiet, pained noise that melts into an incredibly aroused groan. Jason drags his tongue over the spot slow and hot and bothersome. “I wanna feel your hot, tight cunt wrapped around my fuckin’ cock.”
Holy fucking shit, Jason fucking Todd.
Is this just what Jason is like when he's drunk? Dick doesn't actually think he's ever seen Jason drunk before. Sure, they drink from time to time but again, Jason has a pretty high tolerance so it's not too surprising that he's never really been this wasted around Dick before. Maybe this is why he’s careful not to get too drunk.
“Fuck,” Dick rasps. Jason's fingers don't stop rubbing him, either, like he wants so badly to push them inside but can't figure out how.
And what if Dick told Jason no? Would that even stop him? Or would he just keep doing whatever he wanted? Pinning Dick down and fucking him senseless right here in the hallway. Dick knows it's perverted and weird and Jason would probably be mortified for life if he discovered he had drunkenly raped his own boyfriend.
But fuck, the thought of being overpowered by his little brother makes him so horny.
God, maybe he is drunk.
“Dick,” Jason says, nearly as needy as he is demanding. He pushes a pair of fingers into Dick’s mouth, pressing down on his warm tongue and making Dick drool around them. “I wanna stretch your pretty pussy with my cock so- so no one else’ll ever fit, ‘kay? So lemme.” Dick groans pathetically. Yeah, Jason’s always been jealous but he’s somehow managed to hide the possessiveness until right now. Which just seems like a cruel joke, honestly.
Dick can’t actually answer with Jason’s fingers in his mouth and though he nods weakly, Jason doesn’t seem to notice. He’s now effectively hypnotized by watching Dick’s tongue around his fingers. In a sudden, urgent action, he lunges forward again to kiss Dick so hard, their teeth clack together uncomfortable. This doesn’t stop either of them, of course. Jason plunges his tongue back in Dick’s mouth and pushes it against Dick’s tongue feverishly.
The hand rubbing his cunt quickly grows unsatisfied with this and begins trying to get his jeans open. He’s having trouble with it, especially one handed, but before Dick can even think to help him, he’s already managed to snap the button off completely. Dick isn’t sure he’s ever been this wet in his life. He muffles out a small noise that just ends up swallowed up by Jason anyways. Jason slips his hand into Dick’s briefs and rubs his slick labia roughly in his fingers.
He's way too impatient for this to last long. As soon as he realizes how wet Dick really is, he's shoving a pair of fingers inside hastily. Jason's big, rough fingers are inside him. As much as Jason is normally more than happy to suck Dick off for hours on end, that's sort of it. Honestly, Jason's so good with his mouth, that's usually all Dick needs. It does mean, however, Dick hasn't had anything inside for a while now. He forgot how good it feels.
More importantly, he really is tight.
Even just two of Jason's fingers feel like a bit much so suddenly. His knuckles rub against his tender walls wonderfully as Jason rudely seeks out Dick's sweet spot just to abuse it with his rough fingertips. Worst still, his hand is crooked in such a way that the top of his palm pushes down hard on Dick's erect clit. He's already so wet, Jason's hand is all but soaked in his pre. Hell, Jason's kissing him with such ferocity, there's drool running down his chin, too.
Fortunately or otherwise, Jason has to breathe eventually and when he pulls away, a thread of spit strings them together.
“Fuck me,” Dick says while he has the chance to. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Jason growls in response and the low, rumbly noise hits Dick just right. He pulls his fingers out for the sole purpose of trying to get Dick out of his jeans. It's a struggle, least of all because Jason's got such a firm hold of him, it's hard for Dick to help him. He regrets wearing jeans simply for the fact that they're not easily torn.
Though the same can't be said for his briefs. As much as Dick tries to move with Jason to get undressed as quickly as possible, Jason's just too drunk to be coordinated in any way that makes helping intuitive. In his horny daze, he gets frustrated of this pretty fucking fast. The initial rip seems to be accidental but the sound of the fabric ripping reminds him there's an easier way. Jason just grabs the side with both hands and pulls.
Fucking Christ. Dick doesn't want to encourage Jason towards excessive drinking but fucking hell.
“J-Jason,” Dick groans. Jason pins him against the half wall with his beefy fucking chest while he tries to free his own cock next. He'd probably have more luck if he wasn't trying to leave a world record amount of hickies on the back of Dick's neck. Not that Dick is going to be the one to tell him that. Every time he bites down, each time far harder than he probably thinks, Dick can only imagine the teeth shaped bruises he'll have in the morning.
“Mine,” Jason rumbles hotly, dragging his tongue up the nape of Dick's neck and making him shudder. Dick can feel his hot, twitching cock rub against his ass suddenly and he bites his lip with anticipation. Not that Jason is in any mind to drag things out right now. He slides his cock between Dick's thighs and rubs it impolitely against Dick's dripping cunt.
Fuck, Dick forgot how big he really is.
“We need a condom, Jaybird,” Dick murmurs. Jason, clearly, isn't interested in that. He guides the tip of his cock between Dick's folds and presses against his tight hole completely raw.
“Don't wanna,” Jason mumbles back. He tries to push in but it's so thick and he's so uncoordinated, it slips off and grinds roughly against Dick's clit. His eyes cross in pleasure. Jason moves his cock back into place to try again, rutting against Dick even more to get himself slick with his juices.
“Jason,” Dick says again, though he's struggling to remember what the hell he's even talking about. Again, Jason tries to thrust in and again, he torturously slides off. “W-wait. You don't like it without a condom. There's one in your wallet, come on-”
“Can’t fill you up with’a condom,” Jason replies stubbornly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels like taking advantage of the situation but honestly, Dick doesn't think he could stop Jason short of physically injuring him. Give his boyfriend a concussion or let him creampie Dick as much as he wants? Oh gee, tough decision.
Jason wraps his arms- his strong, beefy arms- around Dick's waist firmly, making a grumpy noise that's definitely about not having his cock in already. He uses one hand to spread Dick's cunt open between his fingers and the other to push the tip of his cock into place. The blunt tip already feels too big but, fuck, if Dick wasn't a size king when he started dating Jason, he sure the hell is now. His cunt quivers as it kisses the hard cock about to split him open.
This time it does go in, Jason makes sure of it. Dick whines louder than he means as the impressive girth begins to sink inside, carving him to its pretty shape. He loves it. Jason growls against the back of his neck.
“Gonna take the whole thing, ‘kay,” he says. He fucking better be putting the whole thing in. Dick grips the half wall as best as he can to keep himself up but he doesn't think it's doing nearly as much as Jason is just holding him up. More through virtue of Dick just being so tight, Jason is moving slowly but surely. Dick groans like a whore when he feels the first bar piercing push past his stretched entrance and grind against his soft insides.
He can't believe there's two more of those? Jason's going to make him squirt before he's even half in.
“You're so fuckin’ tight,” Jason groans into his sweat damp skin. He pinches Dick's swollen clit between his fingers and that sure as hell isn't helping anything. “Mine. Nobody else's. This is mine.” Dick doesn't give a shit what Jason is referring to; he can have whatever he wants.
“Fuck, Jason, fuck, fuck.” The second piercing is slowly worked inside and Dick can barely keep it together. Jason's cock is only a couple inches in and the sting of being stretched so far around it is making him see stars. He's just getting more and more wet by the second, his own warm slick running down Jason's cock just like it runs down the inside of his thighs. Jason's growing more impatient by the second, too.
He thrusts up suddenly, shoving another solid inch inside and the last warm piercing with it. Dick's orgasm knocks the wind out of him and his hips tremble as he squirts all over Jason's cock and hand. There's a few seconds where Dick legitimately just doesn't know what's happening, the pleasure shorts out his brain so bad.
“No one else can make you squirt like this, huh?” Jason rumbles. He brings his hand up, wrapping his firm forearm around Dick's neck in the process, and licks the rich cum off his fingers. Dick is absolutely positive he didn't even know he could squirt until he started getting his dick sucked by Jason.
Jason better be fucking ready because next time, Dick is fully making him cry on the strap.
Needless to say, Jason doesn't release his impromptu headlock and instead, decides that this actually works pretty well. He repositions himself, hoisting Dick off the half wall and removing any need to support himself. Dick grabs at his forearm blindly. Jason's also a lot taller than him, though. This effectively means that Dick's feet are no longer on the floor and he's now hanging off his brother's cock. His own weight causes him to slide further down and Dick gasps.
Jason mutters several things in Japanese that Dick is certain are all curse words. And he has to concur. The hard tip of his cock prods the back of Dick's pussy and then promptly begins bullying his cervix like it has a personal grudge to settle. Is he actually going to put it all in this time? He never does. He's always too worried about hurting Dick or something. Right now, he's obviously too drunk to think about that.
Sure enough, Jason isn't satisfied with most. He wraps his other arm around Dick's slender waist and holds him steady to thrust into him roughly. His cock jabs the entrance of his womb again and again as he tries to bury his cock in fully. Jason's sticky precum possessively paints his cervix. Stars bloom behind Dick's eyes. He's going to come again already.
“Just take it,” Jason growls impatiently. Another hard thrust. “Your cunt’s squeezin’ me so tight, I know you want every inch.” And again he thrusts up. Dick digs his nails into Jason's forearm with crossed eyes. Finally, Jason forces his thick cock head into Dick's snug womb and can properly sheathe himself balls deep. It's in, it's in, it's in. Dick comes again, toes curling and hips lewdly twitching. His legs are already going numb.
“Fuck yeah,” Jason rumbles. He feels his way up from Dick's twitching clit to the prominent bulge his stupid, big cock makes in Dick's belly. It's invasively deep and so thick and hard, Dick struggles to even clench around it. It feels incredible and Dick can't help how blissed out it feels to be stuffed and surrounded by his big, beefy little brother. Maybe drunk Jason can just read his mind and all his horny thoughts with it.
Jason grabs one of his thighs and uses that as leverage to start moving. He doesn't pull out very far, though, more than content to grind and rub his cock in deep. Each small, deep thrust stirs up Dick's insides wonderfully. Even when he starts fucking him in earnest, this position just isn't intuitive to long strokes. Jason's plump cock head pulls at his cervix teasingly and then thrusts back in over and over again. Dick's going to fucking lose it.
“Jason,” he groans loudly, clawing at his forearm. “Jason, fuck. More, come on. Fuck me more.” Jason doesn't need to be asked twice. He heaves Dick up onto the half wall and Dick blearily looks down as several things are scattered onto the floor by the inelegant movement. A concern for later. Jason turns him around, putting Dick on his side and pulling one of his legs up onto his shoulder. This is a much better position and Jason quickly proves it by slowly pulling his cock out and slamming it back in.
“Yeah, yeah, yes, fuck, Jason, fuck, yes,” Dick chats eagerly. Jason grabs his thigh in both hands and just starts going at it hard and fast. It's especially a nice position because Dick can see his wonderfully flushed face this way. Of course Dick is drooling but so is Jason. He looks like a horny dog, energetic and devote and so in love it hurts. Even when he's trying to be in charge, he can't help how much he wants to worship Dick.
“Mine,” Jason groans again, kissing the inside of Dick's thigh before biting down again. His hands are already leaving some very handsome shaped bruises around his thigh.
“Yours,” Dick replies breathlessly. “Come on, carve me to your shape. Fill me up. Mark me. Whatever you want. I'm all yours.” Jason growls against his skin. A few more thrusts and he's burying his cock in as deep as he can. Dick has hearts in his eyes as Jason comes inside him, making a beautiful mess of his tender womb with his thick, gooey seed. He can't get knocked up but fuck, that doesn't stop Jason from trying.
Jason pulls out slowly and strokes his cock more to stripe the inside of Dick's thighs and his stretched cunt with more cum. He obviously makes himself aroused all over again with the sight because his drunk dick doesn't flag much. How does he have a shorter recoup period when he's wasted?
Dick certainly doesn't have any qualms with going again. Jason drags him to the floor and Dick braces his back against the wall as he roughly pushes back in. He grips Dick's waist as he leans over him, letting Dick happily cross his ankles behind Jason's back. Jason goes right back to kissing him with a needy ferocity and Dick openly moans into his mouth. The second time is shorter and Jason's thrusts are much clumsier but it's still just as good.
Dick's going to be bruised inside, too. Not to mention his back is going to be entirely fucked. Oh, yeah, Dick's going to fuck Jason until he doesn't remember his own name next time.
Jason comes inside him again and Dick rumbles a happy, lazy noise as he's properly creampied. This time, he doesn't pull out right away, instead collapsing into a series of affectionate, possessive kisses on top of Dick. He keeps biting, apologizing by licking those bites, then biting again.
Yeah, Jason's the most jealous man in existence but Dick really can't stress how much nothing happened last night. He was quite literally either in Jason's lap or under his arm the entire time. Plus, all of Dick's exes know fully why they're exes and know better than to fuck around with him.
Not that Dick is complaining about being marked up.
“Jason?” he murmurs. Dick pats the back of Jason's neck a little but he only replies by pushing his face into Dick's neck better. “Hey, don't go to sleep, little wing.”
Jason is one hundred percent already asleep, cock still sheathed in Dick and everything.
“You're such a bastard!” Dick woofs. “I’m too old to be sleeping on the hallway floor, Jason Todd!”
Out cold.
He's lucky he's cute.
Fortunately, Dick doesn't wake up on the hall floor. This doesn't mean he's not still sore as hell but it helps. He's startled by the tray of food poised over his lap when he wakes up, though, and has to be careful not to knock anything over. It's still nice and warm and he looks at it curiously before checking himself out.
Unsurprisingly, he's covered in bruises. More surprisingly, he's cleaned up and bandaged. Looks like Jason has covered some of the deeper bite marks and done what he could with compression patches for his bruises. Dick is more impressed as to how he managed all of this with what is surely a worse hangover than Dick has.
Dick isn't saying no to breakfast, though. He happily digs in and it isn't long before Jason's back and checking on him. Almost immediately, he comes to Dick's bedside, kneels down, and apologetically presses his face to the ground. It's a very unusual display from him and sort of cute.
“‘m so sorry,” Jason says sternly.
“Did you put your fingers in me while I was sleeping?” Dick asks, mouthful of chawanmushi. Jason sits up at once, his face practically glowing.
“Not- not like that! I- we did it without’a condom,” he reminds Dick hastily. “I was just cleanin’ you up, s’all.” Dick laughs.
“Do you remember all of that?” he asks. Jason nods, trying not to fluster himself with the thought. “That's good. It felt really good. We should switch more often.”
Jason rubs the back of his head sheepishly.
“I-” he murmurs. “Yeah? I thought you- I mean, you always seem uncomfortable when I-”
“Oh, no,” Dick says. “Your monster cock makes me so horny sometimes I forget what's going on, that's all.” Jason blushes even harder and gives him a very pouty glare. He's very cute. “You can touch me when I'm sleeping, too. I don't mind.”
“Fuckin’ pervert,” Jason grumbles and Dick grins at him.
“I forget, how do you say it in English? Great birds fuck together?” he murmurs.
“Not even’a lil’ bit correct,” Jason says flatly. Dick shrugs.
“Come eat with me,” he insists. “I wanna cuddle.” Jason gladly climbs back into bed with him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, you horny bastard.”