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Dick couldn't say for certain if it was some sort of residual or delayed teen rebellion, an implicit element of role playing, or deep-seated exhibitionist kink, but sex with Jason was always so much hotter when sneaking around the manor was involved.
There wasn't always a great excuse for it. Obviously Nightwing belonged to Bludhaven, and even if Red Hood was a Gothamite through and through, Jason and Bruce's relationship, and with it Jason's tolerance for even approaching the manor, was precarious. Honestly, Dick had never asked him directly but he could imagine part of this for Jason was probably some broodingly poetic, though equally horny, thing about "defiling Bruce's golden child" (Jason's presumed words not Dick's of course) in his own home. Either way, it worked well for both of them.
A great excuse for needing to stay over at the manor? A Friday the 13th Special of an Arkham breakout featuring some of Batman's biggest bads requiring an all hands on deck that left Dick too keyed up and wired to consider sleep a real possibility. Instead he waited for the sound of Jason sneaking down the hall, the way he would step on the one squeaky floorboard that was a few feet past Dick's door in the opposite direction of Jason's as though that would really convince a family full of borderline-to-literal insomniac detectives of anything.
So caught up in his thoughts of Jason and what the rest of these late night and early morning hours could entail while also digging through his limited wardrobe to find pajamas that were the exact right mix of comfy and 'come fuck me' , Dick didn't notice the muted sounds of a bedroom window being carefully unlocked latched from the outside. When Dick turned around and saw a face in the staring back at him through the now partially opened glass, he let out a startled yelp that absolutely wasn't a scream before he finally recognized the face and remembered they were attempting subtlety.
"What are you doing?" Dick whispered with an exasperated huff of laughter.
"What? Heaven forbid I try to woo you on Valentine's Dickiebird." Jason muttered around the flower stems clenched between his teeth while easing himself through the opening he'd created.
"It's not even really Valentine-" Dick's argument that it's not Valentine's Day yet because they haven't slept yet, as well as the questions for how and when Jason'd had time to go out and buy flowers, was cut off by a sharp knock at the door.
"Dick? You alright, chum?" Bruce is full concerned father figure on the other side of the door.
"Fine! I'm fine!" Dick called back. The expression on Jason's face made it clear it wasn't his most convincing performance.
"You're sure? I thought I heard-"And Jason, the traitor, took this opportunity to creep closer, tossing the flowers to scatter across the bed. His arms coming around Dick's waist with one hand rucking up the oversized t-shirt to grope at Dick's chest while the other teased at the waistband of his briefs.
"No, yeah, I thought I saw spider but it's all good now." With how cold Jason's hands were from his, admittedly kinda cute, stunt outside it was a miracle Dick managed to keep himself from reacting to it. Well parts of Dick we're certainly reacting but he at least hadn't made any further Batdad-activation noises.
"Alright…if you need anything I'm just down the hall." Dick had to squeeze his eyes shut to hold back a moan when Jason's hand smoothly brushed past the waistband of his underwear to possessively cup Dick's pussy, though he couldn't resist grinding against the heel of Jason's palm.
"I know. G'night, B." Dick dismissed, finding himself holding his breath until he was certain he heard Bruce's door close.
"You're such a fucking brat." He grumbled, elbowing Jason in the ribs once they were in the clear.
"Does that mean you don't want the chocolates I brought you?" Jason pouted as he hooked his chin over Dick's shoulder, pushing Dick's underwear to the side for better access.
"I didn't say that." Dick retorted. His hand reached up to fist tightly in Jason's hair with a wanton sigh as thick calloused fingers entered him unceremoniously.
Promises of romantic gestures are quickly forgotten as Dick is suddenly only focused on canting his hips just right to ride the fingers lazily thrusting into him while Jason's free hand snakes up Dick's chest to settle at the base of his throat. Not gripping it, not choking, but just enough of a steady weight to remind Dick of who owned him.
"So needy for me," Jason teased, "the thought of us getting caught by Daddy Bat got you that worked up, Dickie?"
"Fuck-,' Dick's voice broke on a moan as Jason crooked his fingers just right, "fuck off."
"Definitely like one of those options." Jason's fingers took a suddenly urgent pace, Dick's knees going weak as he cums.
Jason wasted no time in using Dick's momentary weakness to his advantage. The world around Dick became a blur of abruptly discarded fabric and rough hands as he fell toward the bed. He allowed Jason stip them both and mold his body into the exact position he wanted, Dick presenting himself on all fours and impatiently waiting for Jason to take what's his.
Like he could read Dick's mind, Jason gripped Dick's hip in one hand as he lined himself up with Dick's slick entrance.
Dick cried out with a long, low moan as Jason filled him to the hilt with one slow, steady thrust.
"Shh, you need to be quiet, Dickie," Jason scolded, "you don't want B to hear and come see what a naughty little slut you really are, do you?"
He pushed Dick's shoulder's down down further until his face was practically in the mattress. It was the right thing to do when each sharp thrust of Jason's quickened pace punches out of series of needy whines and moans Dick is already too far gone to try to control.
Jason was obviously just as keyed up as Dick based on the way he wasn't bothering to pause, to take his time worshiping his body,working Dick up and teasing him until he was on the verge of tears, and instead kept the ruthless, primal pace that somehow still made Dick feel equally as desired and adored. Dick came with a sob muffled into the covers beneath him, his body trembling as he felt Jason spilling his seed deep into his core before he collapsed in exhaustion.
Not long later, though half-asleep in the afterglow and cuddled into Jason's chest, Dick's head perked up suddenly when he remembered something Jason had said earlier. "You got me chocolate?"
Jason rolled his eyes playfully as he climbed out of bed with a theatrical sigh, pawing through the pile of discarded clothes until he triumphantly pulled a little heart shaped box from the pocket.
Dick laughed softly as he made grabbing hands gestures until Jason joined him back at the bed, pulling back the covers to tuck them both in once Dick had secured his treat. Dick eagerly tossed away the lid and hummed happily as he helped himself to the first chocolate. He even reached back to feed Jason the second since he was feeling charitable.
"Love you, Dickiebird." Jason murmured with a kiss to the top of Dick's head, pulling him in just that much closer.
"Love you too, Little Wing." Dick sighed contently as he drifted off to sleep, already dreaming up the ways he could spoil Jason the next morning when it was actually Valentine's day.