Fic: Breaking | DCU | Jason/Tim | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Breaking
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,066
Prompt: For the Porn Battle: DC Comics, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, knife edge; For the dcu_freeforall: submit; For 50_darkfics: weapon
Summary: Jason knows exactly what Tim needs, and proceeds to give it to him. Follows Of Trust and Zip-Strips.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes/*Warnings*: Consensual bondage/domination knife play, a little blood, potential triggers, dirty-talk. One of the darker fics I've written for the boys, and Tim especially, but hey, the muse wants what it wants. :p
Breaking
Kneeling behind his very much naked brother on the practice mats in the Cave, Jason tugs hard at the zip-strips binding Tim's wrists behind him, stretching his arms back and away from his body. Hadn't taken long for Baby Bird to take to being tied up after that first time with Dick, even less for Jay to get wind of the way their elder brother had trained him so easily. From there, the middle brother had taken it upon himself to find all the little kinks that set Tim off, the easiest ways to bring him off if he needed to let go for a while. Of all of the Robins, the youngest was the most tightly wound, carrying more stress in his lean frame than he had any reason or right to, and neither Dick nor Jay could let that stand.
Tonight, Tim asked Jason to surprise him; after a disastrous weekend with the Titans, it was clear he needed it.
Oh, what delight Jay took in choosing his tools after that request was made.
Tugging on Tim's bonds again, he leans close and whispers in his ear, “You ready for me, Baby Bird?”
When Tim shivers and nods, his hair falling over his eyes as a shaky breath escapes him, Jason grins, pausing a moment to lick the shell of his brother's ear. Timmy tastes so fucking good, sometimes he just can't get enough.
But that's for later. Now, it's experiment time.
Jay knows this one might seem a little extreme, but considering the way Tim came home earlier, brooding and argumentative and snarling for no reason, he figures desperate measures are called for.
With one hand still pulling on the zip-strips, keeping Tim in place on his knees, he backs away slightly to grab his instrument of choice, sliding it out of its sheath. Light glints off the long blade of his knife as he presses the tip against the center of Tim's back.
A sharp breath in at the touch, and Tim freezes, his body tensing in an instant. Not quite the reaction Jay was hoping for, but he'll take it. At least the kid is still for now. He can work out the muscle kinks with him later, and Dick's more the masseuse than he is, anyway.
“Easy, Tim,” Jay cautions quietly. “Breathe.”
Another nod, and with that, Jason trails the tip of the blade up his brother's back, tracing the contours of his spine all the way up to his neck. Tim whimpers, and Jay releases his bonds in favor of grabbing his hair and yanking his head back, the knife set carefully against the junction between shoulder and throat.
Leaning close again, he nips at Tim's earlobe, the soft skin behind it, the muscle straining in his neck. He lets his eyes roam over his brother's flushed body, lean chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, already hard cock standing ready. Oh yeah, Baby Bird is so getting off on this.
“This what you need, Baby Bird?” he asks. “Need the cold edge of a knife at your throat? Need the blood to trickle down your chest, hot and sticky? Need me to take what I want from you?”
The long, desperate sigh Tim gives is all the answer it takes, and Jason gladly presses the blade a little more firmly against delicate skin, pale in the low light of the Cave. “Oh, yeah, that's exactly what you need,” he goes on. “Need me to put you in your place while I shove my cock down your throat, isn't that right?”
A slow blink and a twitch in Tim's cock, and Jay's up off the floor and standing in front of his brother in a heartbeat, freeing his own erection from his pants before grabbing Tim's hair again and pulling him close. He slides the knife edge along Baby Bird's throat carefully, never quite pressing enough to draw blood, and leans close enough to hiss, “Suck me.”
With a groan, Tim obliges. His mouth is on Jay's cock fast, tongue swirling around the head and the shaft, before he sucks the whole thing in almost to the root. For a second, Jason's eyes roll back in his head at the pleasure of it, but he gathers himself up enough to keep control of his own body and the knife in his hand. “Fuck, you're so damn good,” he whispers. “Sucking my cock like a pro, like a little whore. Lips stretched wide around it, fucking red and wet. So fucking good. Bet you sucked so much cock, you're a slut for it.”
The whine in the back of Tim's throat vibrates around Jay's cock, and he shivers slightly with it.
“Come on, Baby Bird, suck me harder,” he commands, thrusting into Tim's mouth as he yanks on his hair again, putting a little more pressure on the edge of the knife. “You're fucking mine right now, all trussed up pretty, just for me, and―”
He doesn't get to finish his sentence as Tim bucks in his hands, keening deep in his throat as he comes hard, without even being touched.
“Fuck, Tim, you―” He cuts himself off this time, lifting the knife away from his brother's throat and tossing it aside. With both of his hands in Tim's hair, he thrusts harder into that gorgeous mouth, heat winding so tight in his gut, and he practically explodes, shooting down the kid's throat as he howls with his release.
When his head clears enough for him to pull out and step back, Jason sinks to his knees, looking Tim in his shining, fuck-blown eyes. He leans forward to cradle his brother's face in his hands, presses their foreheads together, and kisses him deeply for a long moment.
Their separation is inevitable, though, and that's when Jay sees the tiny smear of blood on Tim's neck. Shivering at the shock of it, he bends to lick it away, tasting its sharp iron tang, an apology already falling from his lips as he reaches around to release Tim from the zip-strips.
Tim all but collapses into his arms, shivering in the cold of the Cave and still breathing hard. As he clings to Jason, the elder brother curling around him protectively, his only response is a hoarse, quiet, “Thank you.”
In the part of his mind not hazy from coming, Jason is just relieved his Baby Bird is okay. Dropping a firm kiss on the top of Tim's head, he murmurs back, “You're welcome, kid.”
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,066
Prompt: For the Porn Battle: DC Comics, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, knife edge; For the dcu_freeforall: submit; For 50_darkfics: weapon
Summary: Jason knows exactly what Tim needs, and proceeds to give it to him. Follows Of Trust and Zip-Strips.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes/*Warnings*: Consensual bondage/domination knife play, a little blood, potential triggers, dirty-talk. One of the darker fics I've written for the boys, and Tim especially, but hey, the muse wants what it wants. :p
Breaking
Kneeling behind his very much naked brother on the practice mats in the Cave, Jason tugs hard at the zip-strips binding Tim's wrists behind him, stretching his arms back and away from his body. Hadn't taken long for Baby Bird to take to being tied up after that first time with Dick, even less for Jay to get wind of the way their elder brother had trained him so easily. From there, the middle brother had taken it upon himself to find all the little kinks that set Tim off, the easiest ways to bring him off if he needed to let go for a while. Of all of the Robins, the youngest was the most tightly wound, carrying more stress in his lean frame than he had any reason or right to, and neither Dick nor Jay could let that stand.
Tonight, Tim asked Jason to surprise him; after a disastrous weekend with the Titans, it was clear he needed it.
Oh, what delight Jay took in choosing his tools after that request was made.
Tugging on Tim's bonds again, he leans close and whispers in his ear, “You ready for me, Baby Bird?”
When Tim shivers and nods, his hair falling over his eyes as a shaky breath escapes him, Jason grins, pausing a moment to lick the shell of his brother's ear. Timmy tastes so fucking good, sometimes he just can't get enough.
But that's for later. Now, it's experiment time.
Jay knows this one might seem a little extreme, but considering the way Tim came home earlier, brooding and argumentative and snarling for no reason, he figures desperate measures are called for.
With one hand still pulling on the zip-strips, keeping Tim in place on his knees, he backs away slightly to grab his instrument of choice, sliding it out of its sheath. Light glints off the long blade of his knife as he presses the tip against the center of Tim's back.
A sharp breath in at the touch, and Tim freezes, his body tensing in an instant. Not quite the reaction Jay was hoping for, but he'll take it. At least the kid is still for now. He can work out the muscle kinks with him later, and Dick's more the masseuse than he is, anyway.
“Easy, Tim,” Jay cautions quietly. “Breathe.”
Another nod, and with that, Jason trails the tip of the blade up his brother's back, tracing the contours of his spine all the way up to his neck. Tim whimpers, and Jay releases his bonds in favor of grabbing his hair and yanking his head back, the knife set carefully against the junction between shoulder and throat.
Leaning close again, he nips at Tim's earlobe, the soft skin behind it, the muscle straining in his neck. He lets his eyes roam over his brother's flushed body, lean chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, already hard cock standing ready. Oh yeah, Baby Bird is so getting off on this.
“This what you need, Baby Bird?” he asks. “Need the cold edge of a knife at your throat? Need the blood to trickle down your chest, hot and sticky? Need me to take what I want from you?”
The long, desperate sigh Tim gives is all the answer it takes, and Jason gladly presses the blade a little more firmly against delicate skin, pale in the low light of the Cave. “Oh, yeah, that's exactly what you need,” he goes on. “Need me to put you in your place while I shove my cock down your throat, isn't that right?”
A slow blink and a twitch in Tim's cock, and Jay's up off the floor and standing in front of his brother in a heartbeat, freeing his own erection from his pants before grabbing Tim's hair again and pulling him close. He slides the knife edge along Baby Bird's throat carefully, never quite pressing enough to draw blood, and leans close enough to hiss, “Suck me.”
With a groan, Tim obliges. His mouth is on Jay's cock fast, tongue swirling around the head and the shaft, before he sucks the whole thing in almost to the root. For a second, Jason's eyes roll back in his head at the pleasure of it, but he gathers himself up enough to keep control of his own body and the knife in his hand. “Fuck, you're so damn good,” he whispers. “Sucking my cock like a pro, like a little whore. Lips stretched wide around it, fucking red and wet. So fucking good. Bet you sucked so much cock, you're a slut for it.”
The whine in the back of Tim's throat vibrates around Jay's cock, and he shivers slightly with it.
“Come on, Baby Bird, suck me harder,” he commands, thrusting into Tim's mouth as he yanks on his hair again, putting a little more pressure on the edge of the knife. “You're fucking mine right now, all trussed up pretty, just for me, and―”
He doesn't get to finish his sentence as Tim bucks in his hands, keening deep in his throat as he comes hard, without even being touched.
“Fuck, Tim, you―” He cuts himself off this time, lifting the knife away from his brother's throat and tossing it aside. With both of his hands in Tim's hair, he thrusts harder into that gorgeous mouth, heat winding so tight in his gut, and he practically explodes, shooting down the kid's throat as he howls with his release.
When his head clears enough for him to pull out and step back, Jason sinks to his knees, looking Tim in his shining, fuck-blown eyes. He leans forward to cradle his brother's face in his hands, presses their foreheads together, and kisses him deeply for a long moment.
Their separation is inevitable, though, and that's when Jay sees the tiny smear of blood on Tim's neck. Shivering at the shock of it, he bends to lick it away, tasting its sharp iron tang, an apology already falling from his lips as he reaches around to release Tim from the zip-strips.
Tim all but collapses into his arms, shivering in the cold of the Cave and still breathing hard. As he clings to Jason, the elder brother curling around him protectively, his only response is a hoarse, quiet, “Thank you.”
In the part of his mind not hazy from coming, Jason is just relieved his Baby Bird is okay. Dropping a firm kiss on the top of Tim's head, he murmurs back, “You're welcome, kid.”
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