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Jason's fingertips trace down the front of Slade's button-up dress shirt, trailing over opalescent buttons until he reaches the front of Slade's slacks. He grasps the gleaming silver belt buckle and begins to unfasten it, even as he leans in and nips at the skin under Slade's jaw.
It's always like this when it comes to the pair of them. Slade taking a backseat to the initiation of whatever Jason wants to do, then claiming all the control in a fragile second when Jason's just barely given up on him actually acting on anything at all.
He supposes it has something to do with Slade's past, with the things Jason finds hot and others have absolutely not.
There's a part of him that wants to teach Slade, guide him into the light, make him as confident here as he is everywhere else. The other part of him finds it endearing. Finds it, perhaps, a little more arousing this way, where he has to coax Slade into believing Jason truly wants him.
When his belt is unfastened, Jason falls to his knees, drawing Slade's zipper down as he goes. Slade thumbs the button open, the material parting immediately, displaying a complete lack of briefs. Completely nude to Jason's gaze, he finds hungrily what it is that he wants. Slade's cock. Stiff and so, so small. The scant little inch of it that peeks up at Jason, the tip leaking and ruddy, tells him Slade wants just as much as Jason does.
Breathing a happy little sound, Jason shifts in, takes it into his mouth with one smooth movement, and suckles. His tongue flicks rapidly over the tip while his lips form suction and his cheeks hollow out. He doesn't bob his head, can't because there just isn't room to do it without losing Slade's cock from his mouth.
Jason's always hated gagging on dick. Hated having something shoved into his throat and forcing him to take more than his small mouth could take. He's done it before, stretched wide on a cock and shaking from how much it hurts instead of being sexy. This this is exactly what Jason wants. Slade's humble cock against the tip and the flat of his tongue, Slade's hands holding his head down tight and Jason's throat easy, relaxed, unharmed.
He pulls back when Slade's breath grows heavy. Stands and begins to loosen his own belt, shed his own dress slacks. He ditches shiny black shoes under the edge of the bed and shoves his pants and briefs down in one go. Kneels on the edge of the bed, heedless the socks still on his feet, and bends to give Slade the best access to his ass. This is the only way Slade can actually enter him. With Jason perched on the very edge of the bed, thighs wide, hole bared.
There's the barest touch of something wet and cool and then there's Slade behind him. Holding his hips and positioning himself. It takes a minute to get it right. A minute where Jason grows toward a panting, gasping mess as Slade rubs all over him, trying to get it inside. Then he's in and Jason's moaning his name, trembling, arching back toward him hard to push the bare inch of cock into his hole.
It doesn't take prep, another glorious thing about fucking Slade. No wait between the desire to fuck and the doing of it. No messy fingers or awkward angles. Just lust and desire and fucking.
Slade doesn't thrust. Rather, he presses his pelvis hard to Jason's ass, and begins to rub and hump. His fingertips are ice against Jason's hips and his cock is a little plug Jason's panting over having inside him. It doesn't need to be bigger, doesn't need to go deeper. The rim is where the nerve endings are and it's where he feels everything Slade has to give. Nothing wasted. He tells Slade the things he loves. Praises him for what he's doing because he knows Slade needs it, even if he won't admit it. Says the words because it makes him even more aroused to do it.
Slade's hands hold tighter, his grinds grow more frantic, and his breath grows harsh. Then he's stiffening, holding Jason hard and still and there's Slade's little cock throbbing at his entrance, spurting inside him.
When he pulls free, Jason stays where he is. Pulses his hole and lets Slade's cum slide back out of him, down over his taint, over his achingly tight balls.
There's a soft kiss to his sac and then there's a tongue licking up what's trailed down over his skin. A soft kiss on his hole and then a hand on his cock, jerking as his balls are taken into Slade's mouth, sucked on while he's jacked at an angle he's not used to and feels fantastic.
He gasps and humps Slade's hand and the air. Bites his lip and humps. Strains and cries out and cums, giving spurt after spurt to the sheets beneath him until he's empty and sated and staring at the white wall in a daze.
His ass cheeks are kissed, one at a time, and then Slade's moving away. Just as normal, as always, to hide away the part of himself he can only bear to bare when sex is involved.
Jason turns and sits on the bed, works on getting his clothing on. And when he's dressed and he leaves, he makes sure to leave the number of his newest burner phone on the bed beside his cum stains. A request. A plea. A bargain for the things they do in the night.