[ Only two months and Bruce feels like he might combust. He works his fingers to get him open and to hear the way Jason hisses. He's beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
His fingers slip free to lube himself up so they wouldn't have to wait anymore. He surgea forward, pressing his mouth to Jason's to taste him because he's missed that taste, while he lines himself up. ]
[He pushes himself back onto Bruce's cock, even as he uses his legs to pull Bruce forward, because he has no patience, and whines when he can't get Bruce inside of him that way.]
[Jason's whine gets louder, higher pitched, and he rocks onto Bruce. He feels so full, so completely taken, and it makes him want more, makes him impossibly needy even though he knows he has everything. He presses his fingers into Bruce's back, digging into the muscle as he tries to pull him closer, get more of him.
He thinks he's going to go insane.]
B, how the hell am I supposed to think about anything else, ever, how the fuck am I supposed to-
-shit, right there-
[He groans and tips his head to catch Bruce's mouth, and bites his bottom lip. He thinks he tastes the iron of blood but he doesn't care, unless Bruce complains.]
[ For once, Bruce didn't have an answer. It's too much and he can't think clearly, or at all. He just feels Jason's body move underneath him and it feels incredible. How he managed two months without this, without Jason, Bruce would never know. ]
Don't want you thinking about anything else.
[ Nothing at all. Just them and this moment and all of the moments that will follow. ]
Just me. Just us. [ The teeth sinking into his lip stings, but the pain only makes him want more and more. Everything Jason could possibly give him. ]
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He hooks one leg up, knee up, to give Bruce a little more room and arches up so that as much of him is against Bruce as possible. Christ almighty.]
I better be fucking glowing now, then, because the only thing I can think of is you, B, there isn't anyone else in the whole fucking world who can-
[Bruce's fingers move and Jason hisses in pleasure.]
I want you, you, not anyone else, I want your body and your hands, please, come on-
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His fingers slip free to lube himself up so they wouldn't have to wait anymore. He surgea forward, pressing his mouth to Jason's to taste him because he's missed that taste, while he lines himself up. ]
Then one day you can fuck me.
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What the fuc-
[He pushes himself back onto Bruce's cock, even as he uses his legs to pull Bruce forward, because he has no patience, and whines when he can't get Bruce inside of him that way.]
You can't say that an not mean it-
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[ He grunts, harsh and low as he helps Jason get the angle right so his cock can start sinking into him. ]
--Mean it. [ he leans in and kisses his jaw, right beneath Jason's ear. ]
I want to feel you in me.
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He thinks he's going to go insane.]
B, how the hell am I supposed to think about anything else, ever, how the fuck am I supposed to-
-shit, right there-
[He groans and tips his head to catch Bruce's mouth, and bites his bottom lip. He thinks he tastes the iron of blood but he doesn't care, unless Bruce complains.]
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Don't want you thinking about anything else.
[ Nothing at all. Just them and this moment and all of the moments that will follow. ]
Just me. Just us. [ The teeth sinking into his lip stings, but the pain only makes him want more and more. Everything Jason could possibly give him. ]