[ How is Bruce supposed to control himself when Jason looks at him like he wants to devour him? How is Bruce supposed to control himself when he wants him to?
Whatever he's going to say is cut off by the kiss. His hands settle on Jason's hips to tug him close. ]
[He moves back, step by step, to one of the chairs in the safehouse and sits; his legs spread smoothly, wide enough that Bruce could easily fit between them.]
[ Bruce doesn't waste much time, once Jason is seated. He runs his fingers over his thighs, as he kneels between them. He flicks his gaze up to watch Jason's face while he unzips his pants and reaches for his cock. He licks the underside first, long and slow until he reaches the head. The other hand he keeps on Jason's thigh, squeezing him gently there. ]
[It is no surprise that Jason, a young man, is already hard just from seeing Bruce kneel like that, at his request, without argument, and his mouth-
-it just makes Jason bite back a groan, because he cannot, will not, absolutely refuses to give Bruce the satisfaction when all he did was the bare minimum. He reaches down to run his fingers through the mess of Bruce's black hair, through the sweat and the tangle.]
You really thought that I would let someone I didn't love do this to me?
[ Already hard and Bruce is pleased. He holds Jason steady while he licked along his length. He stops when he reaches the tip again and looking up at Jason as he speaks. ]
Never crossed my mind.
[ And then his lips part a second time, though instead of just licking, he's taking Jason into his mouth, just enough that he doesn't gag yet, but so that he can enjoy the warmth. ]
[ Maybe there's some part of Bruce that knew that. He'd know Jason for a long time and it never seemed like something he would do. He cared so deeply and passionately and action from him only came when his feelings were involved. Bruce appreciated that about him.
He hums with Jason's cock still in his mouth. An acknowledgement of what Jason's told him before he pulls off to take a breath and to respond. ]
[ The kiss is almost unexpected, but Bruce doesn't need much encouragement to lean into it, hands on Jason's thighs to keep himself steady. He doesn't offer any more explanation when Jason lets him go.
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[ He steps back and tucks his shirt into his pants. ]
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[Jason gets up, though, and brushes his knees a little as if they're really dirty.
What is dirty is the kiss that he gives Bruce, sloppy and practically powered by tongue.]
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Whatever he's going to say is cut off by the kiss. His hands settle on Jason's hips to tug him close. ]
Use my mouth instead.
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Is that how you're going to apologize?
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[ He smiles. A tiny one, but no less like a Cheshire cat's, as if he's imagining it right there on the spot. ]
And yes, because I'm sorry.
[ He said it. That's called growth right there. ]
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Come on then. Knees.
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-it just makes Jason bite back a groan, because he cannot, will not, absolutely refuses to give Bruce the satisfaction when all he did was the bare minimum. He reaches down to run his fingers through the mess of Bruce's black hair, through the sweat and the tangle.]
You really thought that I would let someone I didn't love do this to me?
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Never crossed my mind.
[ And then his lips part a second time, though instead of just licking, he's taking Jason into his mouth, just enough that he doesn't gag yet, but so that he can enjoy the warmth. ]
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[He groans, and his fingers grip Bruce's hair, and he doesn't tug, but it's clear he could, it's clear that he is in control.]
I've loved you since before this started, and I've proved it every single time that I looked you in the eye and then kissed you.
Bruce, I don't have sex with anyone I don't love.
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He hums with Jason's cock still in his mouth. An acknowledgement of what Jason's told him before he pulls off to take a breath and to respond. ]
It wasn't you I doubted, Jason.
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Don't lie to me.
[He says it with a bit to Bruce's swollen lip.]
Or to yourself.
[And then he lets Bruce go, leaning back and spreading his legs just a little more.]
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Instead, he puts his mouth to work again. ]
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-let alone the blessedly good heat of Bruce's mouth.
He groans, and holds himself still, and he whines-]
Shit, shit, just another, I'm going-
[He's going to come, if Bruce doesn't pull back.]