[ He won't. It was good for his cover, true. But he's stopped feeling like Jason is someone he needs to hide. At least for the most part. People would see it and think what they liked. Just them seeing it is enough to satisfy Bruce.
That grin does something to him that goes straight to his cock. Bruce groans and shifts his hips under Jason, just to feel a little friction. ]
Is that why you keep biting me? Do you want people to know who all this power belongs to?
[ It's as close to a tease as he'll come, but more than that it's a temperature check. How does Jason feel about the implied exclusivity. Bruce...isn't sure how he feels himself, but testing the waters is a good place to start. ]
Jason hasn't been sleeping around - he doesn't even when he's not with someone, and they haven't discussed being exclusive but-
-god, the idea of owning a piece of Bruce Wayne fills him with a possessiveness that he didn't know he had. He bites again, on the opposite side, and digs his hips a bit in a move that is more instinctive than anything else.]
Yeah-
[He mutters it and reaches down to stroke himself, sitting up so that Bruce can see how hard he is, how much he wants this.]
[ Jason's body shudders under his hands where they sit on his hips and it feels like it passes through him too. His hands grip a little tighter so when Jason grinds down on him, he's got leverage to help him and it feels like electricity in his veins.
Bruce watches Jason's hand sink between his thighs, licking his lips as he watched Jason stroke himself. ]
Yours, always yours.
[ At their worst. At their best. Apart or together. Two months of no communication or here and now at this very moment with Jason straddling his lap. Bruce decides he really didn't want it any other way. ]
[ An invitation that Bruce accepts. He strokes Jason, taking his time to enjoy the warmth and weight of his cock in his hand. He's missed him. He's missed this too. But there's something all encompassing about Jason. If he's not careful, Jason could give him tunnel vision.
He moves his hand in a lazy motion, taking his time to draw it out. See how long Jason could last. It's been two months. ]
[He takes a breath that seems to stutter like words, and it makes him moan as Bruce's hand, thick and scarred and callused, touches him. His cock is weeping precome.
He nods, mutely at first.]
Every damned day.
At first, it was just when I wanted you to not follow me, but that didn't last. By the end I just wanted to be home, I just wanted to be here with you.
[Jason is being open now, because right now, right now, this is everything. In a few hours he'll harden up again, he'll keep this to himself.]
I kept thinking you would be furious at me when I got back. You wouldn't want me back.
[ Maybe at first, he would have been angry. If Jason had only been gone a day. A week. Two weeks. Enough to notice his absence, maybe that would have gotten Bruce to burn all that quiet longing under the heat of his rage.
But when month one bled into month two, any anger he might have felt sputtered into nothing. Because all he could think was how much he missed Jason. How empty things felt when he had to sleep those fistful of hours alone. ]
I will always want you.
[ A vulnerability for vulnerability. Bruce doesn't do those well, but Jason's openness feels overwhelming. ]
[He leans down and kisses Bruce on the mouth, as if by doing that he can swallow the words, consume them entirely, as if they can sweeten the sour things that sometimes linger between them. Right now, he doesn't care.]
I want you to fuck me. Right now. Lube's in the bedside drawer.
[Jason knows the Bruce can turn them over, even though Jason is big, almost as big as Batman, now.]
[ He hears what Jason says and decides right then, it's all he wants too. Turning them over isn't hard, even though Jason is nearly as big as he is. But Bruce knows how to leverage his weight and his size, knows how to swing his hips and use his hands and put Jason on his back as if he weighed nothing. He shifts around, puts himself between Jason's thighs and then takes his time, mouths his way down Jason's neck and across his shoulders and chest. Savors the taste of him, like Bruce is dying of thirst. Returns the favor by sucking a mark into his skin. Then he sits up to take in the sight of him.
It's only a moment he'll have to look away to reach for the drawer and find the lube, but it feels like a moment too long. But he does reach for it eventually, tugging the drawer open and reaching for the bottle. Drags his free hand up Jason's thigh, blunt nails tracing nonsense patterns into his skin. ]
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That grin does something to him that goes straight to his cock. Bruce groans and shifts his hips under Jason, just to feel a little friction. ]
Is that why you keep biting me? Do you want people to know who all this power belongs to?
[ It's as close to a tease as he'll come, but more than that it's a temperature check. How does Jason feel about the implied exclusivity. Bruce...isn't sure how he feels himself, but testing the waters is a good place to start. ]
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Jason hasn't been sleeping around - he doesn't even when he's not with someone, and they haven't discussed being exclusive but-
-god, the idea of owning a piece of Bruce Wayne fills him with a possessiveness that he didn't know he had. He bites again, on the opposite side, and digs his hips a bit in a move that is more instinctive than anything else.]
Yeah-
[He mutters it and reaches down to stroke himself, sitting up so that Bruce can see how hard he is, how much he wants this.]
And to remind you. That you're mine.
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Bruce watches Jason's hand sink between his thighs, licking his lips as he watched Jason stroke himself. ]
Yours, always yours.
[ At their worst. At their best. Apart or together. Two months of no communication or here and now at this very moment with Jason straddling his lap. Bruce decides he really didn't want it any other way. ]
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He reaches for Bruce's hand.]
And I'm yours.
[He replaces the hand stroking himself with Bruce's, an invitation.]
Been, shit, been yours since the first time you bent me over your desk and, god, Bruce, just touch me, okay?
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He moves his hand in a lazy motion, taking his time to draw it out. See how long Jason could last. It's been two months. ]
Did you think about me while you were gone?
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He nods, mutely at first.]
Every damned day.
At first, it was just when I wanted you to not follow me, but that didn't last. By the end I just wanted to be home, I just wanted to be here with you.
[Jason is being open now, because right now, right now, this is everything. In a few hours he'll harden up again, he'll keep this to himself.]
I kept thinking you would be furious at me when I got back. You wouldn't want me back.
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But when month one bled into month two, any anger he might have felt sputtered into nothing. Because all he could think was how much he missed Jason. How empty things felt when he had to sleep those fistful of hours alone. ]
I will always want you.
[ A vulnerability for vulnerability. Bruce doesn't do those well, but Jason's openness feels overwhelming. ]
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I want you to fuck me. Right now. Lube's in the bedside drawer.
[Jason knows the Bruce can turn them over, even though Jason is big, almost as big as Batman, now.]
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It's only a moment he'll have to look away to reach for the drawer and find the lube, but it feels like a moment too long. But he does reach for it eventually, tugging the drawer open and reaching for the bottle. Drags his free hand up Jason's thigh, blunt nails tracing nonsense patterns into his skin. ]
How patient are you feeling?