[Jason won't say if I wake up alone, it's over for you, and also I'll burn the manor down but he will think it really loudly in Bruce's general direction.
But he gets a kiss anyway, and then he kneels to get Bruce's boots off, the armor there, his hands clinging to the backs of Bruce's thighs, and he looks up at him.]
[ Bruce steps out of the boots and armor and begins to roll the bodysuit down and off too. This is always an easier, faster process when there are 4 hands to do the work. ]
You took it apart.
[ Almost understandably. The server hadn't done anything to him though. He reaches for the stash of clothes and begins to pull his pants up and fasten them in place. ]
[ is...is that a joke? He sees that look on Jason's face and holds his gaze for a minute before he slips into his shirt and begins to button it up. A little slower than necessary, but he'll be done soon enough. ]
[ Bruce almost makes a remark. Almost tells him if they were out in the field, he'd be an easy target like that. But he doesn't. Instead he strolls across the room and offers to haul Jason up. ]
[ 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. ]
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I will. [ Bruce leans forward, to brush his forehead against Jason's. ] I promise.
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But he gets a kiss anyway, and then he kneels to get Bruce's boots off, the armor there, his hands clinging to the backs of Bruce's thighs, and he looks up at him.]
I'm not putting the server back together.
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You took it apart.
[ Almost understandably. The server hadn't done anything to him though. He reaches for the stash of clothes and begins to pull his pants up and fasten them in place. ]
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That doesn't mean shit. You deserve it.
[He watches Bruce, his eyes dark, but there's some hunger in his expression.]
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[ is...is that a joke? He sees that look on Jason's face and holds his gaze for a minute before he slips into his shirt and begins to button it up. A little slower than necessary, but he'll be done soon enough. ]
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Huh?
[Jason was absolutely not paying attention to his words.]
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Or we can skip dinner.
[ Nods toward the bed in the corner. ]
Since you're so distracted.
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You don't deserve my mouth or my ass yet.
[Listen just because he forgave him doesn't mean he's not petty about it.]
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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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