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[sternitfortem]

Who: Juudai and Jay.
What: Porn. They said it couldn't be done!
Why: Because shut up.

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[red_handed_jay]

[Who knew that card games about imaginary monsters could really be this much fun? Because Juudai's lithe and warm on his lap, and his mouth is so damn eager, but then again, so is Jason's.]

[Nothing like talking about fighting crime to get the blood flowing, right?]

[His hands slide down the other man's back, following the graceful curve of his spine, down to his ass finally, big, broad hands cupping there, tugging him in closer, tugging him in tight, and fuck that's so much better now. ]

[A low rumble slips out of Jason's mouth, and he pulling away, only to change his attack, mouthing over the length of Juudai's jaw, making for his throat, teeth grazing over the tendon standing out there.]

[sternitfortem]

[ Ah, shit, ah shit, Jason's hands just seem to know right where they need to go (and geez, what even, he's huge, he's got to work out or something) - Juudai doesn't really gasp, it's not that dramatic, but it's a sharp intake of breath all the same, and then his hands twist, pull Jason's shirt more open -

but god, Jason's teeth, he doesn't know he needs to bite down harder, make it hurt a little more, make it exciting. That's all this is, really, like any other worthy pastime - it's excitement, and right now Yubel's thoughts are flickering at the back of Juudai's mind whispering { let us suffer together beautifully } and it is in that memory that Juudai actually gasps this time - a quick, half-swallowed sound in his own throat, before his nails dig into Jason's skin, clawing up his back. ]

[red_handed_jay]

[Jason's back arches, and his thoughts unconsciously mirror Juudai's because fuck it would just be fucking lovely, scratches raking over his skin, leaving red marks, making him bleed.]

[His teeth tighten on Juudai's throat and he knows that'll leave a bruise, and then his sucks down, hard and strong, darkening the mark, leaving himself there.]

[His fingers tighten on Juudai's ass, and then slip up, pushing under the hem of his shirt, seeking out warm skin too much fabric between the two of them. He jerks at the shirt, rough, growling and clearly impatient.]

[sternitfortem]

[ Impatient indeed, Mister Jason Todd, not even giving Juudai time to trade you marks for marks before you want the clothes to start going - but he leans forward, slipping one arm out his jacket and repositioning it in Jason's hair, tightening his grip and pulling the other man's face to his roughly, ripping him away from Juudai's neck and slamming their mouths together hard enough to bruise lips against teeth.

Three hours ago, the thought of fucking around with Jason would have been laughable (Jason who kills criminals, Jason who burns his own skin with a cigarette lighter and knows about the tricks of surviving), but right now, it's basically a forgone conclusion, his hands on Juudai's back, fingers dancing up the spine, Juudai's stomach clenching when he pursues that line of thought any further, and right now, yeah, there are way too many clothes going on here.

He shrugs out of the other sleeve, and his jacket falls to the floor. Meanwhile, Juudai is clawing Jay's shirt open the rest of the way with his other hand. ]

[red_handed_jay]

[Jason hums as his hair is pulled, yanked, the dull ache spreading through his scalp delicious as always. The hum turns into a purr when the jacket is shrugged off, and then a hoarse laugh as Juudai scrabbles with his shirt.]

Let me.

[Jason smacks the hand from his hair (a pity but such is life) and jerks his shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the side, exposing the ruin of his chest, scars over scars, years of pain, striped with memory.]

[It's his wrist but on a bigger scale, and Juudai's seen his wrist, and understood, so this shouldn't be a shock to him.]

[He claws his hand up Juudai's front, once skin's present to him, because Jason had felt the way he jerked against him when he had bit him, felt the craving want in those movements, and because Jason knows a masochist when he sees one. Or feels one.]