Ficlet: Yes | DCU | Jason/?? | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Yes
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/??
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 559
Prompt: For 50_darkfics: Yes; For kissbingo: Body: Collarbone
Summary: There was only one word Jason wanted to hear.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. The schmucks.
Author's Notes/Warning: Written last minute for Pornday the Sixth! Follows Breaking. Warning for what looks like non-con, and BDSM.
Yes
There was only one thing Jason wanted to hear, and so far, he hadn't.
A whole lot of 'no', a whole lot of 'please, don't', and lot of whimpers, a lot of tears, definitely a lot of struggling against the restraints holding his prey up, arms spread over his head, but not the one word he wanted to hear. Never that word.
His prey squirmed under his touch, flinched against the blade of his knife as Jay ran the edge over a thigh, up to the juncture of leg and groin. Muscles twitched beneath that skin, tense and rigid, and, oh perfect, Jason's prey was finally ready for him, flushed red, privates engorged.
Seems the work he'd done had had its intended effect. And fuck, it took long enough; his prey was covered in welts already, a few bruises, and thin cuts from the knife with tiny beads of blood the only evidence of their existence. At least the prey looked good with so many of Jason's marks on him, beautiful and wanton. His own cock twitched in anticipation just looking at his prey.
But he still hadn't heard the one word he wanted--needed--to hear.
Leaning close and pressing his own body tight against his prey, he nuzzled his prey's ear, flicked out a tongue to taste sweat-slicked skin as he twined his free hand into dark hair and tugged tight, exposing the prey's throat. "Fuck, you taste good."
A moan tapered to a whimper. "No, please." The prey struggled beneath Jay, writhed, and Jason felt the twitch of a fully hard erection against his hip.
"Come on, baby, you know what I want to hear. All you have to do is say it," he urged, sliding the tip of his knife up his prey's side, over muscled ribs and a firm pec, over the peak of a hard nipple.
The prey sucked in a quick gasp, lips working soundlessly as he squeezed his eyes shut, and Jason smiled darkly, ducking in close to press a gentle kiss to one corner of that flushed mouth. "Know you want this. Just say it."
Another whine, this one bone deep and reverberating through both their chests, and more tears slipped down the prey's cheeks. Jason took the opportunity to nuzzle into his prey's neck, lick a broad stripe over the fluttering pulse there, and kiss and nip at the hot flesh, his prey squirming again. Releasing his hair, Jason moved his hand down to the waiting cock, keeping the tip of his knife pressed hard enough into his prey's collarbone to draw another tiny bead of blood that he shifted down to lap up, kissing the wound there gently.
One hard squeeze to bring out another moan, and he whispered again, "Say it, baby. Let me."
His prey whimpered, a broken sob tearing from his throat, and then hissed with his teeth clenched, "Yyyeeesss!"
Flinging the knife away, Jason grinned, then kissed his boy deeply, jacked his cock quick and hard. "That's it, Baby Bird," he whispered against flushed lips, "I'll take good care of you."
Tim sagged against him, finally broken and pliant, and Jason proceeded to make good on his promise, bringing his boy to orgasm quickly, hot wetness spilling over his hand as Tim cried out in intense pleasure.
The rest of the night was gonna be so good, and Jay was gonna give his boy absolutely everything he needed.
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/??
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 559
Prompt: For 50_darkfics: Yes; For kissbingo: Body: Collarbone
Summary: There was only one word Jason wanted to hear.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. The schmucks.
Author's Notes/Warning: Written last minute for Pornday the Sixth! Follows Breaking. Warning for what looks like non-con, and BDSM.
Yes
There was only one thing Jason wanted to hear, and so far, he hadn't.
A whole lot of 'no', a whole lot of 'please, don't', and lot of whimpers, a lot of tears, definitely a lot of struggling against the restraints holding his prey up, arms spread over his head, but not the one word he wanted to hear. Never that word.
His prey squirmed under his touch, flinched against the blade of his knife as Jay ran the edge over a thigh, up to the juncture of leg and groin. Muscles twitched beneath that skin, tense and rigid, and, oh perfect, Jason's prey was finally ready for him, flushed red, privates engorged.
Seems the work he'd done had had its intended effect. And fuck, it took long enough; his prey was covered in welts already, a few bruises, and thin cuts from the knife with tiny beads of blood the only evidence of their existence. At least the prey looked good with so many of Jason's marks on him, beautiful and wanton. His own cock twitched in anticipation just looking at his prey.
But he still hadn't heard the one word he wanted--needed--to hear.
Leaning close and pressing his own body tight against his prey, he nuzzled his prey's ear, flicked out a tongue to taste sweat-slicked skin as he twined his free hand into dark hair and tugged tight, exposing the prey's throat. "Fuck, you taste good."
A moan tapered to a whimper. "No, please." The prey struggled beneath Jay, writhed, and Jason felt the twitch of a fully hard erection against his hip.
"Come on, baby, you know what I want to hear. All you have to do is say it," he urged, sliding the tip of his knife up his prey's side, over muscled ribs and a firm pec, over the peak of a hard nipple.
The prey sucked in a quick gasp, lips working soundlessly as he squeezed his eyes shut, and Jason smiled darkly, ducking in close to press a gentle kiss to one corner of that flushed mouth. "Know you want this. Just say it."
Another whine, this one bone deep and reverberating through both their chests, and more tears slipped down the prey's cheeks. Jason took the opportunity to nuzzle into his prey's neck, lick a broad stripe over the fluttering pulse there, and kiss and nip at the hot flesh, his prey squirming again. Releasing his hair, Jason moved his hand down to the waiting cock, keeping the tip of his knife pressed hard enough into his prey's collarbone to draw another tiny bead of blood that he shifted down to lap up, kissing the wound there gently.
One hard squeeze to bring out another moan, and he whispered again, "Say it, baby. Let me."
His prey whimpered, a broken sob tearing from his throat, and then hissed with his teeth clenched, "Yyyeeesss!"
Flinging the knife away, Jason grinned, then kissed his boy deeply, jacked his cock quick and hard. "That's it, Baby Bird," he whispered against flushed lips, "I'll take good care of you."
Tim sagged against him, finally broken and pliant, and Jason proceeded to make good on his promise, bringing his boy to orgasm quickly, hot wetness spilling over his hand as Tim cried out in intense pleasure.
The rest of the night was gonna be so good, and Jay was gonna give his boy absolutely everything he needed.
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