They're going to have a talk about it. They're going to have to discuss feelings and Jason knows that this could go haywire, this could go in so many weird and bad directions. Neither of them have much of a good track record with this.
But right now he thinks his eyes are rolling all the way to the back of his skull, and he reaches between them to grip his cock and try and both finish and to stave off the orgasm.
One urge wins out, through, and he strokes himself even as his cock is rubbing against Bruce's abs, and when he comes it's with a cry of surprise.]
[ He knew it was an eventuality. Two months of no contact and Jason had all but consumed his thoughts. They would have to talk about it eventually. The sooner, the better. There's some small part that's ready for it.
The rest feels ready to retreat.
But he doesn't have the good sense to stop himself. Not when Jason is here and it feels like he's everywhere all at once. Not when his brain feels like tv static and all he can hear is Jason's breathing and that cry of surprise. It bubbles up inside of him, like a warm drink on a cold night. Like an orgasm he doesn't have the fortitude to stop. ]
I love you.
[ He should have stopped, but he doesn't. Not until he feels empty and spent. ]
[At first he thinks heโs hearing things on the bright, beautiful comedown. He thinks that his thoughts are echoing what he wants to hear, and it takes him a second to register that the words, thick and deep against his own chest, theyโre real, as is the bright intensity of Bruceโs own orgasm.
Itโs so much that Jason worries he might start crying at the same time that he doesnโt care if he does. Instead he leans his head forward to kiss Bruce, again, the hand on Bruceโs back moving to cup the back of his neck instead. He breathes the smell of him like he can memorialize this, even as Bruce is pulling away a little in sticky motions of hot and sweaty bodies.]
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Just us.
They're going to have a talk about it. They're going to have to discuss feelings and Jason knows that this could go haywire, this could go in so many weird and bad directions. Neither of them have much of a good track record with this.
But right now he thinks his eyes are rolling all the way to the back of his skull, and he reaches between them to grip his cock and try and both finish and to stave off the orgasm.
One urge wins out, through, and he strokes himself even as his cock is rubbing against Bruce's abs, and when he comes it's with a cry of surprise.]
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The rest feels ready to retreat.
But he doesn't have the good sense to stop himself. Not when Jason is here and it feels like he's everywhere all at once. Not when his brain feels like tv static and all he can hear is Jason's breathing and that cry of surprise. It bubbles up inside of him, like a warm drink on a cold night. Like an orgasm he doesn't have the fortitude to stop. ]
I love you.
[ He should have stopped, but he doesn't. Not until he feels empty and spent. ]
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Itโs so much that Jason worries he might start crying at the same time that he doesnโt care if he does. Instead he leans his head forward to kiss Bruce, again, the hand on Bruceโs back moving to cup the back of his neck instead. He breathes the smell of him like he can memorialize this, even as Bruce is pulling away a little in sticky motions of hot and sweaty bodies.]