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Dick was not pleased. If you asked him, and really you should in his opinion, Slade was being completely unreasonable. Sure maybe he'd gotten a little too cheeky when the older man had been packing for another work trip. Daddy'd been going on too many of those lately in Dick's defense, so really it was very unfair that he wasn't allowed to cum until Daddy came back. Especially when Dick was already feeling riled up from having Jason coming to visit again.
Jason didn't even have any stupid rules about whether or not he could get off. Jason got to do whatever he wanted! And that was okay mostly, Jason needed stuff different than Dick, but it seemed really unfair that Jason could do whatever he wanted when…
Well once Dick thought about it, technically Jason didn't have a rule about whether or not he could make Dick come if that's what he wanted to do, and Jason did really like that. So then really Dick would just be being helpful taking care of Jason until Slade got back, and how could Dick get in trouble for that?
"Dickie?" Jason called from the living room. His voice had the softness to it that Dick recognized typically meant Jason was already in that soft, fuzzy headspace or teetering close to it.
"I'm here, little wing!" Dick had originally suggested having a lazy pajama day to pass the time until Slade came back tomorrow, but after he realized the loophole in the rules he needed to reconsider his attire for the day, changing into one of Jason's t-shirts that was perfectly oversized for Dick and a pair of underwear that Jason had previously been very defensive about absolutely not drooling the first time he saw Dick in them. He kept the brightly patterned fuzzy socks he'd already picked out though, he still needed to be cozy.
"Sorry, was getting too hot, scoot over?" Jason readily complied with the request, lifting up a corner of the throw blanket so Dick could join him and cuddle in close.
"'s that my shirt?" Jason asked while Dick pulled up the next movie in their marathon list.
"Mhm, is that okay?" He replied, gently pushing at Jason's shoulder's for him to lay down and let Dick settle on top of his chest. Jason nodded eagerly, blushing slightly at the change in positions as his arm almost reflexively wrapped around Dick to settle at the small of his back.
"Yeah, yeah that's fine." Jason sounded almost breathless, trying to focus his attention on the movie, but as time dragged on he was clearly getting distracted by the way Dick kept fidgeting on top of him judging by the way Dick could feel his hardening cock pressing into Dick anytime he moved.
"Dickie?" He asked again when they were nearly halfway through the movie, which Dick really only knew because the movie was one he'd picked and not because he was giving it any real thought.
"Yeah, Jay?" He pushed himself up on his forearms, pressing his lower half more firmly against Jason's so he could look him in the eyes.
Dick had to hold back a grin at the way Jason groaned under him.
"I…c-can I-? Will you?" Dick loved when Jason got like this, like it was hard for him to think of words when he usually had so many at the tip of his tongue. Dick kissed him instead of giving an answer, though Jason clearly approved of the approach with the way his hand's groped at Dick's ass, pulling him in closer.
"You wanna fuck me, little wing?" Dick cooed as he came up for air. Jason's brow furrowed with a whimper as he suddenly seemed conflicted.
"But you…Daddy said…I don't think we're supposed to-" Jason's mumbled protests were choked off by a groan as Dick doubled his efforts. Dick probably should have felt a little guilty, Jason was so trusting and eager to please when he was like this, gullible even.
"Technically," Dick purred as he reached down between them to palm Jason's cock, "Daddy said I couldn't make myself cum, but if you made me cum then that wouldn't really count, right?"
"R-right." And Jason looked so sweet as he at least pretended to think things over before nodding that Dick couldn't resist leaning down to kiss him for it.
Things quickly grew into a feverish blur of mouths and limbs and pleasure that Dick had been so desperately craving once they'd stopped clumsily flailing around and Dick was able to settle into Jason's lap.
He felt his face flush at the realization he'd managed to soak through his underwear to the point it was leaving a dark patch in the crotch of Jason's pants as they continued to grind against each other, but easily pushed past any embarrassment before it could linger too long. Instead, Dick only paused long enough to fumble through freeing Jason's cock from its confines and pulling his underwear out of the way enough to sink down on it with a relieved sigh.
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It was easy for the pair of them to then become so wrapped up in chasing the building promise of release, Jason franctically thrusting up into the wet heat of Dick's pussy as Dick worked equally as hard to meet each thrust, punching out pleased little sounds past Dick's lips that only seemed to encourage Jason further. His little wing always wanted to do a good job.
"Fuck," Dick moaned, "so good, just like that Jay! I'm so close!"
So close and so caught up that neither of them had heard the locks of the front door unlatching, or the rustling of a bag being dropped in the hall, or even the measured footsteps approaching.
"Pretty sure you aren't supposed to be close to anything like this, boy wonder." Slade's voice easily cut through the room like well-sharpened steel,
"We-" Dick started to say after stumbling out of Jason's lap, the borrowed t-shirt settling over his thighs almost modestly.
"Bedroom. Now." Slade's tone wasn't angry, but still held an icy neutrality that often did not bode well for Dick's ass and was typically a tone that Dick sought to invoke for that reason.
Except this time Dick had actually wanted Slade to listen to him first, so when he'd opened his mouth to speak again and Slade immediately shook his head and pointed down the hall in the direction of the bedroom Dick very maturely growled in frustration and stomped off.
"Stay here, Jaybird." He heard Slade sigh before following after him.
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"It was all my idea so you can't punish Jason for it, I told him it was okay." Dick insisted as soon as they were alone, arms crossed over his chest as he sat at the end of the bed, as though he wouldn't accept an argument, as though he was the one who could make that call. He imagined that was not the first thing that Slade was expecting him to say, and he hadn't quite expected it himself. Though on the short walk to the bedroom, leaving a nervous looking Jason behind made Dick actually start to think about how Slade might react to both of them going against Daddy's orders like that.
Slade massaged the crease between his brows with his thumb and sucked his teeth thoughtfully for a moment. "Tell me how we got here and then I'll figure out who's getting what."
"So, technically, there was kind of a loophole in the rules when you said I couldn't cum…"
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Jason had moved to kitchen after Dick had huffily marched to his bedroom with Slade close on his heels. He sniffled quietly, but he absolutely wasn't crying! Even if his stomach felt like it was trying to twist itself into a knot. He just needed to push himself back out of this stupid headspace so he could apologize for being bad fucking up, and then Daddy wouldn't be mad anymore they could all talk about this…
He didn't know what they were going to do after that, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands he hated how small he felt.
It wasn't like Jason didn't know better. Dickie had been complaining to him over texts while he'd packed to come here about Daddy being unfair with this punishment.
But in the moment… it really did feel like Dickie had a good idea and Jason had just wanted to be good and help his big brother.
And wasn't that just so fucked?
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"Seems like I made a mistake." Slade annouced, drawing Jason out of his own thoughts. The fleeting expression over his boy's face reminding him that he needed to be more delicate with his words when talking with Jason when he'd just come up from, or just as likely was still in, a more submissive headspace.
"I mean," He cleared his throat before further clarifying, "I didn't do a very good job setting rules or expectations for you before I left."
"But I should've known that we shouldn't have been doing that. I know better than that, I'm not an idiot I-" Jason interrupted, the words bursting out of him at a breathless pace before Slade cut in again.
"You're not an idiot, you're a very smart boy," Slade couldn't help the smirk as Jason's cheeks flushed and he looked away bashfully at the compliment, at being called a boy and not a man, "but you're also very eager to please, and Daddy really likes that about you, but seems like we need to make sure you've got some rules in place so you know what's expected of you in case your brother decides to try and be clever again."
"Dickie's gonna be mad if he got spanked and I don't." Jason mumbled after a few moments of thoughtful silence, anxiously twirling the glass of water between his hands on the table.
"Well he hasn't been spanked, even if I don't think he'd be mad at you if he was, but how about we go talk to him, huh?" And it wasn't like Jason would ever say no to his Daddy.