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When Dick hears a loud and pained “yelp” come from Jason’s room, he can’t help but burst in to make sure everything is alright.
That’s where he finds Jason. His younger brother is hitting Tim’s thigh for air, causing Tim to panic and only trap Jason’s head in further.
Oh boy.
Dick’s little brother is being suffocated while trying to go down on this poor freshman.
Tim lets go when Dick clears his throat. He can’t see much of Tim’s face from here (it’s mostly just an eyeful of vagina from where Dick is standing) but it’s definitely flushed from the parts that Dick can see. As soon as Tim lets go, a bunch of clear fluid squirts straight from Tim’s bare pussy directly onto Jason’s face. It kind of reminds Dick of an octopus inking when scared.
Jason, the fucking horndog, just licks his lips.
Dick already regrets walking in.
He’s never wanted to know this much about his little brother’s sex life. At all.
Also–why the fuck does it smell like a bunch of lesbians had an orgy in here?
Dick feels like he’s died and descended straight into hell.
He doesn’t mean to be rude, but not everyone is attracted to the potent scent of Tim’s vagina, and he covers his nose. There isn’t even a window open or anything. And the smell is strong. Very, very strong.
Tim finally sits up and actually makes a move to cover himself up with a pillow. Dick winces when Tim makes eye contact with him, sees that Dick is covering his nose, and visibly deflates.
“Uhm,” Dick swallows, “is everyone okay in here? And can we please open a fucking window?”
Tim covers his face with his hands, which only makes Dick feel worse. Jason, on the other hand, gives Dick the deadliest glare. Like, worse than the time Dick ate the last of his favorite brand of chocolate. Dick takes a deep breath. He will not let his sex-crazed baby brother intimidate him.
“Fuck you,” Jason spits. “He smells fucking delicious.” The other problem, Dick supposes, is that half of the scent emanating in the room also comes from Jason, who is sweating up a storm.
Dick continues to stand in the doorway, frozen. He’s not exactly sure what an older brother’s job is when there are two stinky teenagers having underage sex when he’s in the house (and doing a shit job at it from what he can tell). Maybe he shouldn’t have encouraged Jason to “shoot his shot,” or whatever the kids say these days. Dick also knows that the whole house is probably going fucking smell by the time Bruce gets back.
He’d take another deep breath to calm himself down, but he’d really rather not right now.
So he just marches in, opens the window, pulls down the blinds (because of course these idiot boys forgot), and rushes to grab a box of condoms and some lube from his room. When he returns with a box of condoms in hand, the boys are still sitting, seemingly frozen.
“Look,” Dick sighs, “I’d rather you two practice safe sex when an adult is around in case something goes wrong, but that doesn’t mean I support this decision. I just don’t want you going behind my back to do it.” Jason just looks away and crosses his arms with a huff. Teenage boys. Dick does not miss going through puberty. “I will leave in a minute, but that was not a good noise I heard earlier. Are you alright, Tim?” He turns to Tim now.
“Uhm… I…” Tim is stuttering, looking everywhere except for Dick’s eyes.
Dick pinches the bridge of his nose. This isn’t going anywhere. “I need to know what happened so I can make sure everyone is okay.”
Everyone excluding Dick. Because Dick is definitely not okay right now.
“I just fucking licked his clit!” Jason exclaims, breaking the awkward silence. “That’s all! I don’t know why he yelled like that.”
Oh my god, Dick panics. He tries not to show it on his face, but isn’t sure how good of a job he’s doing. I’m going to have to coach my little brother on how to eat pussy so he doesn’t hurt this poor kid.
Dick doesn’t think he’s ever been so turned off and squicked out before. But, unfortunately, he feels it’s his duty to help. To prevent any further injury. The last thing Dick needs today is to explain an ER trip to Bruce because Jason or Tim got injured when trying to have sex.
He looks back to Tim. “Can you please tell me exactly what this idiot did?”
“Uhm…” Tim mutters, “he, uhm… pulled my, uhm… hood. He. He pulled my. He. Pulled it down. The hood. And, uhm. Licked the uhm. The…the tip.” The poor kid looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust.
Dick facepalms. Of course the poor kid yelled from that. Dick is a trans guy–he knows how sensitive that shit can get. He feels his face growing flush. Dick really, really doesn’t want to be doing this right now. He’s 99% sure he’s going to run out of the room and puke once this is all over. But duty calls.
“Tim,” Dick says, feeling his heart pound against his ribcage, “this is really awkward but please be honest with me. Have you ever masturbated before?”
“You can’t just-” Jason blurts, but Dick holds up a finger. Jason closes his mouth.
“Uh,” Tim swallows, “yes? I mean, not a lot, cause it gets, uhm… messy, but…” he trails off, and a blanket of silence covers the room once more. Dick notes the soiled slacks thrown haphazardly across the room. Yeah. He can totally fucking tell. Jesus the kid leaks like a broken faucet.
“Great,” Dick replies, his voice strained. “Good. Uhm. Okay. So. Do not tell me. I mean it. I don’t wanna know. But, when I leave, and only after I leave, I want you to tell Jason how you do it and guide him so we don’t have shit like this happening again.” He turns to Jason next. “Jason, the clit is incredibly sensitive. Some people can’t handle going for it straight away. And please, for the love of god, use the hood to jerk him off or you’ll hurt the poor kid. Treat it like foreskin or something. Got it?”
They nod.
“Can you leave now?” Jason asks.
Dick really, really wants to. Unfortunately, he’s not done yet. “I will in a moment. Just. If you plan on going any further, like, penetration wise, some bleeding is normal but please stop if anything hurts too much. Use copious amounts of lube and get at least three fingers comfortably in him before you have intercourse if that’s the plan. And please, I beg of you, use the fucking condoms!”
He tosses the box of condoms and lube bottle at Jason. Dick is so ready to go and launch himself off of the roof after this.
…
Tim is dying inside. God, this is the most stupid and embarrassing thing he’s ever done in his fifteen years of life. Dick doesn’t leave after begging them to use the condoms. Because of course Tim isn’t getting off easy. No, he goes on about consent for another five minutes.
Tim consents! Can he please shut up now?
When Dick finally leaves the room, Tim and Jason are staring at each other, cheeks pink and flushed.
The mood should be dead by now.
It almost died.
But Tim can smell Jason. And he knows Jason can smell him. He’s not really sure what cologne Jason uses, but it blends with the musky-sour scent of his sweat. The smell is making it very hard for Tim to think logically right now.
Tim slowly removes the pillow from his lap and bites his bottom lip. He looks Jason up and down, breathing in as much of his scent as he can.
Jason’s cock is bulging in his pants. It’s gotta be big.
Fuck it.
Tim gets on all fours and crawls towards Jason until he’s face first with the tent in Jason’s pants. He looks up at Jason, who’s covering his mouth as he eyes Tim.
“Can I…?”
“Please,” Jason rasps.
It’s all Tim needs. He’s never sucked a dick before, but he figures he knows enough from reading erotica and watching porn to get by. So Tim nuzzles his face straight into Jason’s crotch, rubbing his nose all over the bulge like a cat in heat. He hears Jason let out a little gasp and figures he’s doing something right.
And god, the smell. Tim would happily die right here in Jason’s lap if it means his last breath will be where Jason’s scent is the most potent.
After a few more rubs and nuzzles, Tim fumbles for Jason’s belt. Just as he gets the belt buckle loose, he hears the sound of rustling fabric, and looks up to find Jason’s discarded his tank.
Holy fuck.
Why has no one told Tim that he’s about to fuck a Greek God?
There’s sweat dripping down Jason’s perfectly sculpted abdomen. Jason’s panting–Tim doesn’t even have to look at his face to tell. The shallow rise and fall of his abs says it all.
And the happy trail.
Tim can’t help himself.
He licks.
The hairs of Jason’s happy trail are rough and textured against Tim’s sensitive taste buds. It tastes like Jason’s sweat. Tim looks up at Jason as he laps at his navel, using a free hand to start palming the bulge tenting Jason’s slacks. Jason groans.
“Fuck, Tim…”
Tim’s lips curl into a smile from the praise. He’s barely done anything and Jason’s already coming apart from his touch. Tim doesn’t even care that he’s started dripping on the floor. He’s more than content to make a mess if it means seeing Jason like this.
He whines a little when Jason runs a hand through his hair, yanking Tim’s head and shoving it down to his crotch. Tim gets the hint.
Tim reaches down and pulls down Jason’s pants and underwear in one-fell-swoop, causing Jason’s cock to pop right out and slap against his lower belly.
It’s the prettiest dick Tim’s ever seen (and maybe the only one Tim has ever seen in real life, but it’s way prettier than all the ones he’s seen in porn!).
Tim doesn’t even care when he feels himself start to drool.
Jason’s cock is huge. Not just huge–it’s thick and girthy as well. Tim wants to swallow it whole. Sink down to the base and bury his nose in Jason’s curly pubes as he chokes down on that thick cock. Tim spits in his hand before wrapping his hand around the length and giving it a few experimental tugs. He watches, mesmerized, as the foreskin moves up and down across his dick. Precum starts to dribble from the tip.
“You’re not circumcised?” Tim murmurs, getting used to the feeling of gripping a cock in his hand.
“What does it look like?” Jason grumbles.
“I’ve just never. Uhm. It’s hot. Super hot. And unexpected. Most Americans don’t…” Tim trails off. Crap. He’s making it awkward.
“My mom didn’t believe in circumcision; said it was an abomination.”
“Huh…” There isn’t much to say after that, so Tim opts to play with Jason’s foreskin instead.
Jason’s cock is much more sensitive than Tim expected, but he figures part of it is because he has more foreskin than circumcised guys. He gently strokes the foreskin up and down over the glans, like he’s moving it back on and off the head, but Jason stops him.
“Uhm, that doesn’t feel great.”
Tim stops immediately. “Shit, shit sorry-”
“No, not your fault, just. Uncut pricks are a bit different from cut ones. I don’t jerk off like circumcised guys do.”
“Show me?”
Tim bites the bottom of his lip while he watches Jason jerk himself off. It’s pretty similar to how Tim did it, but he doesn’t completely move the foreskin on and off the glans like Tim was trying to. It’s more of a gentle stroking, kind of what Tim does to his own t-dick.
“Like that,” Jason grunts, beginning to buck up into his own hand.
Tim nods. “Can I try?”
“Yeah,” Jason breathes. “Go for it.”
Jason’s cock is much warmer than it was the first time, both from the heat of being gripped and arousal. Tim is much more gentle this time around, taking it slowly and carefully as he strokes Jason. He leans down to spit on Jason’s cock for some added lubrication.
“Is this better?” Tim asks, keeping a slow and steady pace.
“Fuck,” Jason moans. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”
Tim meets Jason’s eyes and gives him a small smile. “Good.” Just as he starts to increase the pace, Jason leans in and presses his lips to Tim’s. Tim chokes on the kiss, a little startled from the sudden movement, though it is not unwelcome. He gasps into Jason’s mouth, struggling to focus on jerking Jason’s cock while kissing him at the same time.
“Just like that, baby,” Jason whispers, breaking the kiss for a moment to whisper praise into Tim’s ear.
Tim shudders. “I–I wanna-” He doesn’t know what he’s saying. Doesn’t know what he wants. His mouth is moving before his brain can compute what he’s trying to say.
“What do you want?” Jason murmurs, nibbling on Tim’s earlobe before trailing kisses under his jaw.
“Wanna taste you,” Tim gulps.
“You wanna taste me?”
“Mhm…”
“I don’t need–we can stay like this-”
“I want to,” Tim whines. “If you don’t, then… then I get it, but I want to.”
Jason pauses, wraps a hand around where Tim has been stroking his cock, halting him in place. “Are you sure about this?”
“Positive. I want to. Please, Jason. Please let me suck your cock, please please please-”
“Alright, Tim,” Jason interrupts. “Jesus. We have time. You can slow your roll a little.”
Tim swallows. “Right. Sorry. I’m just… uhm…”
“Excited?” Jason quirks an eyebrow.
He looks away from Jason but nods anyway. “I. Uhm. Yeah.”
“Don’t get shy on me now, baby,” Jason husks, moving his face closer to Tim’s until they’re less than an inch apart from one another. “You wanna suck my cock?”
“Please,” Tim sputters, practically foaming at the mouth. God, he wants to. He wants to so bad. He wants to see if Jason tastes how he smells–if his cock will be salty with sweat, maybe a little bitter. He wants to suck Jason into his mouth and keep him there, never letting him go.
He wants, he wants, he wants-
Jason lets go of Tim’s hand.
Tim swallows.
Oh God.
It’s happening.
It’s really happening.
He’s about to suck Jason’s cock. He’s about to suck his first cock, ever.
Tim lowers his head to face the beautiful monster.
Remember, he thinks to himself. No teeth. Lots of attention to the head. Use my hands for whatever I can’t swallow. A plethora of old porn videos he’s watched and sex forums he’s browsed flash through his head.
You’ve got this, Tim.
You can suck this dick.
Tim flushes at the thought. God, that’s embarrassing. At the moment, Tim is incredibly grateful for the fact that humans are incapable of telepathy.
Once he’s face to face with Jason’s dick, he takes a deep breath before kissing the glans. It’s firm but soft against Tim’s plush lips. He trails small pecks down Jason’s length, keeping them gentle and chaste. Just enough for Tim to get used to the feeling. He hears Jason let out a tiny whimper.
Good. That’s good.
Tim’s pretty sure that if someone were to take his blood pressure right now, it would be sky high.
Focus! You are not at the doctor’s! You are in Jason’s room, the hottest boy at school, and you are the one with the privilege to suck his monster cock. Get your head in the fucking game.
“If it’s too much-” Jason starts.
“Shut up,” Tim hisses. “I am about to give you the best blowjob of your goddamn life so sit back. Rome wasn’t built in a fucking day. Patience.”
“Okay, okay,” Jason sighs. “I’ll be patient. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Jason clearly isn’t getting the memo here, so Tim decides that he best get on with it in hopes of actually shutting him up.
He starts by licking a stripe up Jason’s cock, starting from the base and ending at the tip. Jason finally shuts up, letting Tim work. He gives a few more long, tantalizing licks as he figures out just what to do with Jason’s dick. The smell is enough to make him dizzy.
It’s all body odor and sweat and things that would make your typical man wrinkle his nose in disgust, but Tim is no typical man. He lets the scent invade his nostrils, losing himself in it–in Jason’s taste. It’s warm. Salty. A little tangier than Tim expected, but also so much better than anything he could have imagined.
After spending a few more moments appreciating Jason’s shaft, he licks back up to the tip. Tim glances at the covered glans for a moment before sinking his tongue under the imposing hood.
Jason tenses underneath him.
Tim pauses, waiting for Jason to tell him to slow down or stop, and then continues when Jason gives him a look that says “what the fuck are you waiting for, dipshit?” He swirls his tongue around the tip, fascinated at the feeling of foreskin almost trapping his tongue inside, and tries to give Jason a look that conveys, “I was waiting for your consent, dumbass.”
Dick spent a whole ten minutes earlier ignoring Tim’s naked form in favor of giving a lecture about consent. He doesn’t want Jason’s older brother’s efforts to be in vain.
“F-fuck…” Jason moans, finding Tim’s hair and gripping it. “That’s–mmhh…”
Good, Tim’s brain supplies. He’s saying “that’s good.”
Good. Tim can work with good. He goes slowly, paying attention to the head, but not so much as to overstimulate Jason.
He breaks away from Jason’s cock for a moment, flicking his eyes between Jason and his throbbing length before finally sinking down and taking the cock fully into his mouth.
…
Holy shit.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
Jason is dead. He’s died and ascended to heaven. He must have, because there’s no fucking way this is real.
There’s a mouth. A real, live mouth bobbing up and down on his cock right now. And it’s not just any mouth–it’s Tim’s. Tim, who is closing his eyes and moaning around Jason’s cock like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Tim, with his beautiful black locks falling in front of his face and pink-dusted cheeks.
Tim, who is worshipping Jason’s cock like it’s some kind of idol and Jason is the patron god.
It’s warm.
It’s wet.
It’s fucking heaven, is what it is.
Jason can’t help the sounds that leave his mouth. The “holy fucks” and “just like thats” and “yes, Tim, baby, pleases” that fill the silence (that is otherwise occupied with Tim’s sucking and small, breathy moans as he takes Jason’s cock in his mouth like he was born for it).
Jason’s close.
It’s been like, less than a minute of Tim actually sucking him, and he’s already on the brink.
“Shit, fuck-” Jason chokes, gripping Tim’s hair like his life depends on it. It’s taking every ounce of restraint in him not to shove Tim down to the base, to not fuck his face like a fleshlight.
Suddenly, before Jason can even process what’s happening, Tim is barreling down as far as he can manage. Swallowing.
Jason’s silent when he cums.
He doesn’t mean to do it in Tim’s mouth–he just wasn’t expecting Tim to do it all the way. Just as Tim swallows around him, suctioning his length like a fucking vacuum cleaner, Jason shudders with release. He dissolves into pleasure, bucking his hips up into Tim’s mouth, feeling every time his dick pulses and shoots another load into that engulfing heat.
Jason’s never been the quiet type when touching himself or orgasming, but here he is, silently shaking and biting his lip so hard it starts to bleed.
Tim pulls off his cock with a gasp, seed spilling from his lips, coughing up Jason’s release back onto him, choking a little. His lips are red and swollen, his face even redder than before.
“Shit,” Jason rasps, still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Shit, Tim, are you okay?”
Tim coughs some more, cum spurting out of his mouth and dripping down onto Jason’s flagging cock. “Fine,” he rasps, letting out another cough and gasping for air. “Fine, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Before Tim can respond, Jason is standing up and hauling Tim onto the bed. “Do you need anything?”
Tim swallows. “Water. Please?”
Jason doesn’t even bother putting on any boxers. He just runs down the hall, naked as the day he was born, in search of a glass and some tap water.
The nearest bathroom, unfortunately, is right near Dick’s bedroom.
…
Dick washes his hands carefully, scrubbing under his fingernails and making sure every crevice in his palms are clean. He sighs and stares at his reflection after turning off the faucet and drying his hands.
“You’ve got this, Dick,” he whispers to himself. “You can ignore them. Just go downstairs and put on some headphones and pretend you didn’t give your brother and his underage boyfriend a whole sex talk ten minutes ago. Pretend you didn’t see said younger brother face deep in his underage boyfriend’s pussy. Pretend like they aren’t having sex right now. Everything’s fine. Everything is going to be fine.”
Dick takes another deep breath for good measure before unlocking the door and opening it.
He regrets this decision immediately.
Just as Dick opens the door, Jason comes barrelling around the corner. Which would be fine. Annoying, but fine. Except for the fact that Jason seems to have lost his clothes. He’s naked.
Dick shuts his eyes as soon as he sees it, but it’s too late now. The image is seared in his brain like a first-degree burn from an iron.
He’s never wanted or needed to know his brother’s size.
He doesn’t need to know just how well-endowed Jason is.
And yet.
“Jason,” Dick grits, his eyes still closed, “please find some pants.”
“Shit, fuck,” he hears Jason rush into the bathroom and swears he hears a toe make contact with the door. “Ow!”
“Jason? Did something happen?”
“Nothing! Nothing. I mean, uhm, nothing happened. It’s fine. Tim is fine.”
“...I didn’t ask about Tim.”
“Fuck.”
Oh no, what did he do this time?
Dick would very much like to bang his head into a wall. Or jump off the balcony. Anything to get him away from this situation. “Jason,” he says again, using his best scary-big-brother voice. “What did you do?”
He hears clinking on the bathroom counter. A glass being moved around. The faucet running. “Nothing! Everything is perfectly fine! Tim just wanted some water.”
“And you had to run here, butt-naked, to get it?”
“He was choking! What else was I supposed to do?”
“Why was he-” but before he can finish, Jason is already gone, running back to his room. A door slams.
“Fuck.”
You know what? Dick doesn’t even want to know. Nope. No thank you. If Jason says it’s fine, then it’s fine. Nothing to be done.
Tim probably laughed too hard or something and choked on his own spit.
Yup. That’s it. That’s definitely it. There is no correlation between Jason being naked, the… size of him (despite his stature–just how does someone so short have such a big-?), and choking. Nothing at all. Nothing that could connect those three.
Dick tentatively opens his eyes. When he finds the hall empty and free of surprise naked people, he promptly goes to his room, closes the door, launches himself onto his bed, and screams into his pillow.
…
Tim’s throat is starting to feel a little sore by the time Jason comes rushing back in, slamming the door behind him. Jason holds out the glass of water. Tim reaches out and drinks it like a man stranded in the desert. Like he’s been parched for days.
“Better?” Jason asks.
Tim nods. He holds the glass Jason gave him in his right hand, swirling the water around for a moment before taking another sip. He looks back up to Jason after finishing his water, who is staring at the floor like it did something to personally offend him. When Jason finally seems to gather enough courage to look back at Tim, Tim is giving him an expectant look over the rim of his glass.
It’s incredibly clear that Jason has no clue what he’s doing whatsoever. And Tim, beyond his wildest imagination, finds himself charmed. Sure, he’s just as much of a virgin as Jason is, but Tim has definitely watched his fair share of porn. His search history is filled with different ways to have sex and masturbatory techniques. He may not have much experience with others, but Tim knows his body like the back of his hand. He doesn’t think Jason knows his own as intimately.
“Thank you,” Tim finally says, scooching closer to Jason as he sits on the edge of the bed.
“No problem. So. Uhm. What now?”
“Do you wanna continue?”
“Yeah,” Jason swallows. “Yeah, I really do.”
Tim leans in closer until his lips are barely touching Jason’s. He’s staring at Jason, Jason is staring back, and suddenly their lips are brushing against each other. Tim can’t even tell who started it. His mind is too occupied by Jason’s sighs and the feeling of chapped lips against his tongue. How Jason’s heart beats in tandem with his–Jason kissing Tim like he’s trying to devour him whole. Before he knows it, Tim is being pulled up onto Jason’s lap, large hands running down the curve of his back. Tim runs his hands through Jason’s thick curls, pressed so tightly against his muscular form that Jason’s hard cock is brushing against Tim’s bare pussy. Tim grinds up against it slowly, taking his time to explore Jason’s mouth instead.
Tim could stay here forever, kissing and worshipping Jason with his tongue until his head begins to spin.
He shudders when Jason puts those big hands on his hips.
Jason is the one to break them apart, panting just as harshly as Tim is. “I… we don’t have to do anything more, but I’d really like to get you off.”
The words go straight to Tim’s pussy, which decides to drip slick all over Jason’s cock in response. “I like the sound of that,” Tim smiles, unable to keep his mouth off of Jason. He kisses the corner of Jason’s lips, down his jaw, and just under his earlobe.
“Tim,” Jason moans. “Tim, I can’t do anything when you’re kissing me like that.” Tim stops, but he fails to suppress a giggle. He can’t help himself. Jason just keeps on checking off all of Tim’s boxes for everything he’d ever want in a sexual partner. “Thank you,” Jason murmurs, the heat of his voice brushing the tip of Tim’s nose. “I wanna do it right this time. How do you, uhm…?”
A smile curves over Tim’s lips. “How do I touch myself?”
“Yeah. That.”
“Well,” Tim husks, removing his hands from Jason’s hair and sliding them down his chest, “I like to tease myself a little first.”
“And how do you, uhm,” Jason swallows. “How do you do that?”
“What do you mean?” Tim smirks, raising an eyebrow. Jason’s cute when he’s all flustered like this. His face is flushed, there’s sweat dripping down his muscled chest, and he’s panting like a dog. His smell is stronger, too. Tim’s pretty sure there’s a bit of semen drying on Jason’s spent cock that’s contributing to the cocktail of sweat and slick permeating inside the room.
“I–uhm,” Jason stutters. It’s like he’s glitching–so overloaded with information that his brain-to-mouth connection has snapped.
“Would it be easier if I showed you?”
Jason blinks. “Showed me?”
“Yeah. If I showed you how I touch myself.”
“Uhm,” Jason’s voice is hoarse. “Yeah. Yes. Yes, please.” Tim can’t help but smile at Jason’s attempt to be polite. It’s cute. Like, really cute.
Tim lifts himself off of Jason’s lap and crawls to the middle of the bed before laying on his back. He watches as Jason moves to sit beside him, wrapping an arm around Tim’s bare shoulder. It’s oddly intimate, even given the fact that he and Jason are having sex right now (well–not sex–mutual masturbation? Whatever. Doesn’t matter. The point is that he and Jason are doing sexy things together without having any clothes on).
Tim takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax before beginning. He starts by slowly trailing his hands down his chest, shuddering at the feeling of cool fingers on his bare skin. He drags them down to his navel, alongside his v-line, and down to his inner thighs. Tim jolts a little at the ticklish feeling. He lets out a breathy moan, unable to stop himself from making noise due to how sensitive he is.
“Can I ask why you’re doing that?” Jason murmurs, the heat of his breath brushing against Tim’s ear.
“Watch my cock,” Tim replies in a whisper. He’s already fairly aroused from grinding and making out with Jason earlier, but his t-dick twitches a little as he gently runs his fingers up and down the inside of his thighs. It fattens up a little more from the teasing sensation, his clit peeking out from under the hood.
“Oh,” Jason breathes.
“Yeah,” Tim rasps. He moves his right hand to his vulva and gives it a gentle squeeze.
“You’re getting hard.”
“I am.”
“That’s, like, really fucking hot.”
Tim stifles a giggle before turning and pressing his lips to Jason’s. He rolls his tongue over Jason’s and deepens the kiss, moaning into the older boy’s mouth. Tim strokes his mound a little more before running his tongue over Jason’s lips and breaking the kiss. He throws his head back and sighs, starting to introduce his labia into play. When his eyes flick over to Jason’s, Tim finds him half-chubbed and lazily stroking his cock.
“You smell so good,” Jason murmurs, rubbing gentle circles into Tim’s shoulder.
Tim pinches at his labia. “I don’t… I don’t think your brother agrees.”
“Well it’s a good thing you aren’t fucking him, then,” Jason chuckles, his laugh a low rumble. Tim feels Jason’s heated gaze on him as he runs a finger up and down his slit, spreading his slick around his folds. “Can I…?”
“Hm?”
“Can I touch you?” Jason’s hand creeps to Tim’s inner thigh. “Can I touch you right here?”
Oh fuck that’s hot.
“Please,” Tim begs, beginning to softly rub his bottom growth with his thumb and index finger. He shivers when Jason begins lightly stroking at his inner thigh, his fingertips dancing across Tim’s sensitive skin. Tim exhales sharply. “Fuck…”
“You like that?”
“Mhm…” Tim spreads his legs out a little more and circles his hole with his fingers, not quite pressing in just yet.
“Holy fuck, you’re dripping.” Jason’s hand begins to skirt over to Tim’s vulva, gently pinching and rubbing at it.
“Just,” Tim gulps, “just for you.” Jason’s cock twitches out of the corner of his eye. “You like that? You like seeing how wet you make me?” Tim has to stop himself from wincing at his own words. He hasn’t done this “dirty talk” thing before and, to be honest, it’s more than a little embarrassing.
“Fuck. That’s hot. That’s so fucking hot.”
Oh. Okay then. Mission accomplished. Maybe Tim isn’t so bad at this dirty talk thing afterall.
“Jason,” Tim moans, slipping a finger inside of himself.
“Fuck,” Jason hisses, and Tim can hear him starting to jerk himself off. “You have such a pretty pussy.”
Tim shudders, moaning a little louder. “Touch me. Touch my–my cock. Please.”
Jason lets go of his own dick, moving his hand toward Tim’s instead. “‘Course, baby.” His fingers are broader than Tim’s, thick and long in all of the right places. Having someone else touching him like this is almost an otherworldly experience. In the back of his mind, Tim also realizes that Jason must use some expensive-ass hand cream or lotion because how are his fingers so calloused and so soft at the same time? Tim pushes another finger into his sex, focusing on the feeling of Jason languidly jerking his t-cock. “Does that feel okay?”
Tim nods, his eyes fluttering from the dual stimulation of both his clit and cunt. “Feels better,” Tim pants. “Feels better than when I do it alone. A little—mmh—a little harder, please?”
Jason increases the pressure on Tim’s clit. “Like that?” His breath ghosts over Tim’s ear, causing the younger teen to shudder.
“Yeah,” Tim moans. “Just like that. Fuck.” He’s getting close already. It’s everything, really, that’s causing the pressure building up inside him. Jason’s fingers on his cock, the penetration of his pussy—even the fact that he’s having sex for the first time. Tim Drake is losing his virginity to the hottest guy in school and it’s better than anything he could have ever imagined. Tim pauses his thrusting motion and switches to rubbing circles right on his g-spot. His heart is racing. His breath is hitching. “Close,” Tim whimpers. “Oh god, I feel like I’m gonna soak through the mattress.”
“Oh fuck, do it. Ruin the mattress,” Jason husks.
It’s barely above a whisper.
Jason almost sounds shy as he says it.
It’s enough to tip Tim over the edge.
Tim’s gut tightens as he arches his back, letting out the filthiest moan known to mankind. His knees buckle and he feels his body shake as the waves of orgasm overtake him. Jason continues the pressure on Tim’s t-cock as the younger jerks and moans, squirting clear liquid into the air and all over the bed.
Tears well in Tim’s eyes, and by the time he finally stops shaking, the bed is soaked and his vision is blurry. “Holy fuck,” he pants, feeling his chest rise and fall as he lays sprawled out on the bed. When he turns to look at Jason, he finds his upperclassman already staring at him. “Jay?”
Jason blinks. “Sorry… uh… fuck… sorry, you’re just so… fuck, that was hot.”
“Oh… uhm…” Tim finds himself at a loss for words. “Thank you?” Jason gives Tim a puzzled look, so Tim just leans in for a kiss to keep the moment from getting any more awkward than it already is. Just as Tim deepens the kiss, he feels Jason’s hand snake down to his thighs, rubbing along his slit before plunging two fingers inside. And before he even has a chance to react, the fingers are retracting from Tim’s pussy with a pop and Jason is breaking the kiss to put them in his mouth.
…
Tim tastes heavenly on Jason’s fingertips. Jason savors the taste, sucking on his fingers until every hint of Tim is gone.
More.
Jason needs to taste him again. To press his tongue against the heat of Tim’s wet cunt.
So he does.
He grabs Tim by his torso and flips him over so Tim is lying on his stomach. “Jason!” Tim yelps.
“Knees.”
“...Jason?”
“Get on your knees, Tim.” Jason crawls over just as Tim is lifting his perky little ass in the air, practically presenting his soaking pussy to the world. It smells utterly delicious. Jason grabs Tim by his thighs and presses his face into Tim’s cunt.
Tim jerks at the sudden movement. Jason can feel him trying to move his thighs around and simply grips onto them tighter, keeping Tim in place. “Jason–ah, fuck-” It comes out as a whimper. Jason barely registers it. Instead, he loses himself in the taste and scent of Tim’s sex. The flesh is tender and a little puffy, sensitive from Tim’s first orgasm. Jason is determined to give him another.
Each sound Tim makes only motivates Jason further.
Jason eats Tim out messily–slobbering on that pretty pink pussy like a peach on a hot, summer day. Slippery and sweet and better than anything Jason could have ever imagined. He can feel a liquid mix of saliva and sweat running down his chin as he circles Tim’s t-dick with his tongue.
“Do that again–shit, just like that, right there,” Tim cries. His voice is a little muffled, and Jason can only assume that Tim has found a pillow to bury his face in.
Jason does as he’s told. He circles the throbbing nub one more and sucks a little, causing Tim’s legs to quiver. More fluid gushes from Tim’s slit, and Jason moves his lips to meet Tim’s opening before loudly slurping it up. He can barely hear Tim’s little whimpers and moans over the sound of his tongue making contact with Tim’s hole. Greedy for more, Jason licks a stripe over Tim’s slit before slipping his tongue inside.
Tim’s walls are soft and velvety against Jason’s tastebuds. Jason buries his tongue as deeply as humanly possible, which causes his nose to brush against Tim’s clit. He lets his lips close around the entrance as he circles the inside of Tim’s opening. Jason grunts as Tim clenches around his tongue.
“Mmph!”
“Keep going… just like that…” Tim moans. Jason complies, keeping his tongue focused just past Tim’s entrance. “Jay…”
“Mmh?” It’s a little hard for Jason to breathe right now with his pressed between Tim’s labia and hood, but it doesn’t slow him down.
“I think I might…shit, yes, like that! That’s the spot! Right there! Keep rubbing your tongue in circles right there!”
Jason feels the spot Tim is talking about. The flesh of Tim’s cunt is a little rougher here, and Jason can’t help but wonder if this is the sensitive cluster of nerves famously known as the “g-spot.” He puts extra pressure on the sensitive area, swirling his tongue with the sole goal of making Tim cum. Jason almost yelps in surprise when Tim begins to hump his face.
“Jason, I’m gonna-”
Tim’s walls spasm and contract around Jason’s tongue. Jason fucks Tim through it, continuing the circular motions with his tongue and trying to lap up every trickle of fluid that releases from Tim’s cunt. Tim is silent during his orgasm this time. Jason can hear his ragged breath and a couple of small whimpers, but not much else.
Jason flips Tim back around and crawls over to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Was that okay?”
Tim is the literal embodiment of postcoital glow. His cheeks are rosy, and the tips of his ears are red. He gives Jason a small, shy smile, before replying. “More than okay, Jay. That was amazing.”
“Amazing, huh?” Jason murmurs to no one in particular. He leans down to press another kiss to Tim’s lips before he moves down to his jawline. His neck. Collarbone.
“Jesus, Jason,” Tim whines. “Can you give me a second?”
“Can’t help myself,” Jason replies, moving back to Tim’s lips. “So fucking hot it hurts.” Jason’s voice drops to a low whisper. “I don’t know how to hold myself back.” Jason watches Tim’s pupils dilate. He notices the way Tim looks him up and down, all the way from Jason’s lips to his dick. “See something you like?”
“Jay…?”
“Yeah?” Jason moves his hand to cup Tim’s cheek. “What do you need?” Tim’s skin is soft and smooth under Jason’s fingertips.
Tim flips himself back around, getting on his knees and arching his back like a cat in heat. His pussy is still dripping from when Jason ate him out just moments ago. “Fuck me. Please.” His voice is hoarse, just barely above a whisper.
Any semblance of self-control evaporates from Jason’s body. All of his blood flow goes straight to his cock. There are no thoughts in Jason’s mind anymore.
None, except:
Fuck him.
Mark him.
Take him.
Make him mine.
Jason lines himself up almost immediately. He rubs his dick against Tim’s folds maybe twice before burying himself inside the wet heat of Tim’s pussy.
“Fuck!” Tim yelps.
His walls are squeezing Jason so tightly. It’s so warm. His gut is already tightening. He pauses for a moment, panting. If he moves, even an inch, Jason knows he’ll burst on the spot. “Holy fuck,” he moans, gripping Tim’s hips like a lifeline. “You’re so fucking tight. Fuck. It’s like your pussy is trying to eat my dick.”
He doesn’t notice Tim’s shoulders are shaking until the Freshman lets out a little whimper. “Hurts.”
“Shit,” Jason huffs. “Shit, Tim, do you need me to-”
“Wait,” Tim pants. “Just wait and… give me a moment. Please. It just burns.”
Jason reaches over and finds one of Tim’s hands with his own. He slides his fingers over the back of Tim’s right hand and locks himself in the spaces between the thin digits. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”
“It’s okay. It felt like this when I fingered myself for the first time. I just need a second to adjust.”
Jason’s breath hitches, and he feels his cock throb inside of Tim.
No.
Not yet.
Stay with me brother.
We are not cumming less than a minute into this.
“And, uhm,” Jason swallows. “When was the first time you fingered yourself?”
“I was, like, eleven? I think?”
“Jesus, you were practically a baby.”
“And when did you start jerking off?”
Tim’s walls flutter a little around Jason. He holds back a moan. “Uhm. Twelve. I guess.”
“That’s literally only one year later.”
“Yeah but I didn’t put a finger up my ass until, like, a year ago!”
Tim’s walls spasm once more.
Fuck.
I’m not going to last.
Shit.
Think of something.
“You finger yourself?”
“I’m bi. What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t give and take?”
“That’s so fucking hot. Oh my god. Shit, Jason. I think you can move. Slowly. Like, one slow thrust.”
Jason rears back a little and clutches the base of his dick to keep himself from shooting. Once he’s around halfway out, he slowly presses back in again, hissing and grinding his teeth.
Fuck, what’s something unsexy?
C’mon.
Alfred!
Alfred is unsexy.
“Jay?” Tim rasps.
“Fuck. Tim, I’m–I don’t think I’m gonna make it much longer. You’re so fucking wet. And tight. Oh my god. I didn’t know a pussy could feel this good. You’re taking me so fucking well.”
“It’s okay. Do it. Come for me.”
Jason can’t help himself.
He rams into Tim once.
Twice.
And shatters.
It’s like a dam bursts inside of Jason. He’s letting out a choked sob as his cock twitches and he spills into Tim. He slumps over, cumming for what feels like an eternity.
“Fuck,” he whispers, feeling Tim clench around him. “Holy fuck. Tim.”
“Holy fuck,” Tim agrees. “Oh god, I can feel it. Shit, Jay, I can feel you cumming inside me!” Tim rocks back against him and Jason shudders. It’s too much.
“Shit, Tim–don’t. That hurts.”
“Sorry!” Tim squeaks. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to. Doesn’t really hurt anymore, so…”
“Sorry about… y’know…” Jason looks away even though Tim can’t see his face.
“It’s okay, Jason. That’s, like, totally normal from what I’ve heard. But if you’re not gonna keep fucking me, can you pull out now?”
“Shit. Fuck. Right.” Jason pulls out and stares at Tim’s pussy, which leaks the smallest drop of cum.
“Jay?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you, uhm. Okay. This is like, kind of embarrassing. But. I am clenching so hard right now to keep your cum inside. Can you grab my phone?”
“Your…” Jason blinks. “Your phone?”
“Yeah. I want you to grab my phone. Password is one-nine-three-nine. I want you to open the camera app, and-”
“Are you asking me to take your nudes?”
“...I’ll send them to you. If you do. C’mon, Jason, I don’t exactly do kegels every day. Holding this shit in is hard.”
Jason practically leaps off the bed in search of Tim’s phone. He finds it, puts in the password, and makes his way back on to the mattress. “Camera app is open.”
“Cool. You’re gonna take a video now.”
“A video? Not photos?”
“I can take screenshots this way, and I get a video of your cum spilling out of me.”
“Fucking hell. Dude, if someone finds this-”
“Worry about that later! Now are you recording or not?”
Jason hits the record button, positioning the camera right in front of Tim’s abused cunt. “I’m recording.”
“Cool.” Tim arches his back a little further, lets out a moan, and suddenly Jason’s release is dribbling outside of Tim’s hole. “Fuck,” he moans. “Jason.” If Jason hadn’t just cum his balls out, he’d probably be hard again. He has to stop his jaw from dropping as Tim reaches back and spreads his folds.
Jason finds himself growing hypnotized as he watches his semen ooze from Tim’s hole. He reaches a hand out and puts a finger inside of Tim, pulling out his spend and showing it to the camera. “God, there’s so much.”
Tim wriggles his ass a little. “Will you clean me up? When you’re done filming?”
Jason grips Tim’s ass and gives one of the cheeks a firm squeeze. “Anything you want, baby. Anything you want.”
Another flood of cum spills from Tim. “Did you enjoy fucking me, Jason? Taking my virginity? Pounding my tight, virgin cunt?”
“You were so tight, birdy. It’s like you were trying to break my dick off.”
Tim rubs Jason’s cum up and down his slit, playing with it like it’s lube. “Your cock is so big, Jay. Will you fuck me again sometime? Make me cum on your cock?”
“Anytime, Timmy. Anytime.”
“Okay,” Tim nods. You can stop the video now.
Jason obliges. “Shit, Timmers. Where was all of that dirty talk earlier?”
Tim turns around to face Jason, averting his gaze. “I… uhm… it’s a little different when I’m being recorded.”
Jason cocks an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Uhm. I do it sometimes. Take videos of myself. I can’t–I don’t upload them, or anything, but I’ve always wanted someone to send them to.”
“You can send them to me,” Jason murmurs, and then he’s kissing Tim again. It’s different from their other kisses. Soft. Slow. Jason pulls Tim into his lap, barely noticing the slide of slick and semen that follows when Tim seats himself on his thigh.
He doesn’t want to break apart. Or open his eyes.
A part of him–a large part of him–wants to hold Tim like this for an eternity.
When Tim does break the kiss, Jason wants to pull him straight back in, but he doesn’t.
“So…” Tim says, all shy again, like he didn’t just make the sexiest video known to man. “You made a big mess of me, Jason. Wanna clean it up?”
“‘Course, baby.”
But before he can pin Tim to the mattress, there’s a hand on his chest. “Wait. Jason?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you… do you wanna be my boyfriend?”
“Yeah, Timmy,” Jason chuckles. The absurdity of everything is finally hitting him. It’s like they’ve done everything backwards. Not that he would change it. Jason is more than happy to give Tim all of his firsts. “I’d love to be your boyfriend.”