#329 Stretch - Deep On Down (DCU, Bruce/Jason, NC-17)
Title: Deep On Down
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17
Words: 400
Notes: For prompt #329, "stretch".
Warnings: Fisting.
Summary: When it comes to Bruce, Jason always wants more.
“Come on, I can take it,” Jason hisses. His voice is hoarse, raw, and he sucks in a deep breath, buries his face against the sheets. Just a moment, because he needs this and he knows it’s written into every line of his brow, into the slightly unfocused sheen over his eyes, into the bite marks in his lower lip.
Just for a moment, and then his game-face is back on and he braces his elbows against the mattress, looks back over his shoulder. Smirking at Bruce, fucking leering at him, letting his expression be a dare.
Bruce is sweating, his pupils so dilated his eyes are practically black, and Jason feels his game-face falter for a second, because Bruce like this is the sexiest damn thing he’s ever seen.
Reins his thoughts and his control back in, grins wide and knowing, and then Jason wriggles his ass a little, doesn’t even care what he looks like.
Judging by the way Bruce’s eyes flare, he looks pretty good.
“Come on, B,” he goads. “You know I’m good for it, you know I can handle it!”
Bruce is still staring, not even blinking, and Jason kind of hates how that intense gaze makes him feel like his skin is too small, and fucking loves it.
“Bruce,” he murmurs huskily, and that’s apparently the magic word. Hand on the back of his neck, pushing his head down again, and Jason groans for it, pushes up against it a little just to feel how solid that grip is.
“Jason,” Bruce whispers, and it makes chills crawl up Jason’s spine.
And then Bruce’s other hand is moving over his ass again, and Jason reaches back blindly, one hand on his cheek and holding himself open. Wants it too bad to give a shit about how desperate he looks.
Three fingers in him again, and Jason growls, because that’s not what he wants, and then they’re moving free and fuck. Four fingers, thumb tucked inside, and Jason gasps, claws at the sheets, at his own skin.
The stretch of it, the burn, as Bruce pushes it all inside, as Bruce gives him his whole damn hand, and Jason’s keening, eyes rolling up in his head. Taking it all, feeling his body trying to clamp down on it, trying to pull Bruce deeper.
Always wanting deeper, wanting more, wanting Bruce inside of him in every way.
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17
Words: 400
Notes: For prompt #329, "stretch".
Warnings: Fisting.
Summary: When it comes to Bruce, Jason always wants more.
“Come on, I can take it,” Jason hisses. His voice is hoarse, raw, and he sucks in a deep breath, buries his face against the sheets. Just a moment, because he needs this and he knows it’s written into every line of his brow, into the slightly unfocused sheen over his eyes, into the bite marks in his lower lip.
Just for a moment, and then his game-face is back on and he braces his elbows against the mattress, looks back over his shoulder. Smirking at Bruce, fucking leering at him, letting his expression be a dare.
Bruce is sweating, his pupils so dilated his eyes are practically black, and Jason feels his game-face falter for a second, because Bruce like this is the sexiest damn thing he’s ever seen.
Reins his thoughts and his control back in, grins wide and knowing, and then Jason wriggles his ass a little, doesn’t even care what he looks like.
Judging by the way Bruce’s eyes flare, he looks pretty good.
“Come on, B,” he goads. “You know I’m good for it, you know I can handle it!”
Bruce is still staring, not even blinking, and Jason kind of hates how that intense gaze makes him feel like his skin is too small, and fucking loves it.
“Bruce,” he murmurs huskily, and that’s apparently the magic word. Hand on the back of his neck, pushing his head down again, and Jason groans for it, pushes up against it a little just to feel how solid that grip is.
“Jason,” Bruce whispers, and it makes chills crawl up Jason’s spine.
And then Bruce’s other hand is moving over his ass again, and Jason reaches back blindly, one hand on his cheek and holding himself open. Wants it too bad to give a shit about how desperate he looks.
Three fingers in him again, and Jason growls, because that’s not what he wants, and then they’re moving free and fuck. Four fingers, thumb tucked inside, and Jason gasps, claws at the sheets, at his own skin.
The stretch of it, the burn, as Bruce pushes it all inside, as Bruce gives him his whole damn hand, and Jason’s keening, eyes rolling up in his head. Taking it all, feeling his body trying to clamp down on it, trying to pull Bruce deeper.
Always wanting deeper, wanting more, wanting Bruce inside of him in every way.