[PWP] Jason/Tim
Title: Rooftop
Fandom: comics: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jason Todd/Tim Drake
Warnings: outdoors, danger, dirty talk, asphyxiation, costume sex, gags
Notes: dedicated to shiny_glor_chan for her birthday. belated. Happy Birthday. :)
Tim jerked, as strong arms unexpectedly circled around his waist, holding him fast. The body against his back was thick and hard, and he could feel hot breath against his cheek. Tim didn't move, weighing the situation carefully. Large hands moved along his costume, feeling the belt around his waist, the separation between top and bottom. The hands were warm and moved with expert percision along the suit, as if hese hands had touched these clothes a thousand times before.
Tim's breath was caught in his throat, and he only gasped when a hand palmed him, right there atop the roof. He couldn't feel the warmth through the cup, but he could feel the pressure pushing against him with growing force. Tim moved then, his arms twisting, ready to tear the man from his back, but he stopped himself.
Warm, hot breath whispered in his ear, "I hate what you've done with the costume."
Tim recognized the voice, it was impossible not to. The sound of it was rough, whispered harsh against his skin sounding older than it should. He bit his bottom lip and leaned back into the firm man against him.
"I guess it suits you," the voice continued, slighty mocking in it's tone.
"It should," Tim whispered, his voice cracking when he felt the pressure of the cup against his balls tighten.
Hot lips pressed against his cheek, as hands moved, sliding past the thick, tight spandex of Tim's costume. The hands were clothed in rough, heavy leather, dragging across Tim's skin, raking over scars and warm skin. He whimpered when he felt the seams pull at his dark curled hairs, sharp and a little painful.
"Ja-" Tim started to say, but a hand was pressed hard over his mouth, and before Tim could protest, the leather that once covered Jason's hand was being shoved into his open mouth, and his senses were filled with the scent and taste of leather and him.
"Fuck, do you have no sense of decency?" There was laughter in Jason's voice, the kind aware of his own irony.
Tim leaned back against him, eyes sliding closed, breathing heavily through his nose and around the leather glove. He let Jason touch him, hands pulling at his costume: one hand clothed, the other naked and the glove crammed past his open lips was all he could do to keep from moaning aloud.
The fabric of Tim's costume was being pushed down and out of the way, and the cold night air made his skin prickle with goosebumps. Jason cupped him with one gloved hand.
"Look at you, so fucking horny for a stranger on a roof," Jason hissed into Tim's ear as he began to stroke him. The friction of the leather against skin only made Tim tremble in arousal.
Tim bucked forward, forgetting he was standing so percariously on the edge of the roof. Those strong hands grabbed at his cape, pulling him back, half choking, half saving. Tim coughed into the leather, feeling saliva drip from the corner of his mouth.
Jason laughed behind him, and Tim could feel his grip tighten on his cape, holding him fast like some kind of dog. "I could let go at any moment and it would be bye-bye, Red Robin," Jason threatened.
Tim was forced to stare down at the streets below, at the darkness that was Gotham City at night; the only thing keeping him from falling to his death was the tiniest ledge and the leather of his cape entrusted in the hands of a single man. He rocked his naked ass up, pressing against Jason's hips.
"Yeah, you want this?" Jason pushed back hard, the cold metal of his belt digging into the flesh of Tim's ass.
All Tim could do was nod, silenced by the gag, and press back harder, ignoring the pain of sharp metal zipper teeth breaking the skin of his back. Soon he felt Jason's hot cock slide against his back, over the muscles of his ass. Tim groaned in his throat, desperate, hungry.
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you right here like the little whore you are?" One of Jason's hand gripped at Tim's naked hip, fingers digging into the flesh.
Tim nodded again, desperate.
First there was pain, as the fat head of Jason's cock shoved in past the unprepared ring of resistance and Tim steeled himself for it, staring hard at the people below. Tim felt Jason's hand wrap tighter into the leather cape, and his cowl threatened to choke him, struggling against the weight of Tim's body, leaning far over a rooftop ledge, and the strength of Jason's hand.
Then there was thrusting and Jason was pushing deeper into Tim, filling him with the thickness and length of his cock. Tim wanted to cry out, but he couldn't, his sounds muffled by the damp leather confined within his mouth. He groaned, low in his throat, his body aching as Jason thrust against him, into him in smooth rhythmic motions. Every thrust pushed him. , literally, closer to to edge and Tim watched the people below them sway in and out of his slowly blurring vision.
Jason's hand moved around from Tim's hip to grab his cock, and then he was stroking in time with his thrusts, and Tim's hands clenched into fists, desperate to grab a hold of something in front of him, but there was only the cold night air. Tim was panting around the leather, trying to remember to breath out his nose, but his body was acting on reflexes, uncontrollable.
With a startled, choked noise, Tim was cumming over the edge of the building, splattering hot and wet over Jason's leather glove. He collapsed forward, boneless, and when he felt Jason begin to cum against him, body shuddering, there was a quick jerk of his cape, and Tim was being pulled into Jason's strong arms, holding him close, away from the edge of the building. The strain against his throat was gone and he could breathe again.
Tim closed his eyes into the embrace, letting himself be held and filled with Jason's liquid heat. The damp leather glove was pulled from his mouth, and Tim couldn't take a deep breath, because his mouth was suddenly filled with Jason, just Jason, his tongue feeling out the dark, warm crevices. Tim could moan this time, making the sound deep into Jason's mouth, and Tim could feel Jason swallowing the noise, arms tightening.
When Tim opened his eyes, the white lenses of Jason's red mask was staring down at him, and there was a small smile quirked at the edges of Jason's dark lips. Tim smiled back.
Fandom: comics: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jason Todd/Tim Drake
Warnings: outdoors, danger, dirty talk, asphyxiation, costume sex, gags
Notes: dedicated to shiny_glor_chan for her birthday. belated. Happy Birthday. :)
Tim jerked, as strong arms unexpectedly circled around his waist, holding him fast. The body against his back was thick and hard, and he could feel hot breath against his cheek. Tim didn't move, weighing the situation carefully. Large hands moved along his costume, feeling the belt around his waist, the separation between top and bottom. The hands were warm and moved with expert percision along the suit, as if hese hands had touched these clothes a thousand times before.
Tim's breath was caught in his throat, and he only gasped when a hand palmed him, right there atop the roof. He couldn't feel the warmth through the cup, but he could feel the pressure pushing against him with growing force. Tim moved then, his arms twisting, ready to tear the man from his back, but he stopped himself.
Warm, hot breath whispered in his ear, "I hate what you've done with the costume."
Tim recognized the voice, it was impossible not to. The sound of it was rough, whispered harsh against his skin sounding older than it should. He bit his bottom lip and leaned back into the firm man against him.
"I guess it suits you," the voice continued, slighty mocking in it's tone.
"It should," Tim whispered, his voice cracking when he felt the pressure of the cup against his balls tighten.
Hot lips pressed against his cheek, as hands moved, sliding past the thick, tight spandex of Tim's costume. The hands were clothed in rough, heavy leather, dragging across Tim's skin, raking over scars and warm skin. He whimpered when he felt the seams pull at his dark curled hairs, sharp and a little painful.
"Ja-" Tim started to say, but a hand was pressed hard over his mouth, and before Tim could protest, the leather that once covered Jason's hand was being shoved into his open mouth, and his senses were filled with the scent and taste of leather and him.
"Fuck, do you have no sense of decency?" There was laughter in Jason's voice, the kind aware of his own irony.
Tim leaned back against him, eyes sliding closed, breathing heavily through his nose and around the leather glove. He let Jason touch him, hands pulling at his costume: one hand clothed, the other naked and the glove crammed past his open lips was all he could do to keep from moaning aloud.
The fabric of Tim's costume was being pushed down and out of the way, and the cold night air made his skin prickle with goosebumps. Jason cupped him with one gloved hand.
"Look at you, so fucking horny for a stranger on a roof," Jason hissed into Tim's ear as he began to stroke him. The friction of the leather against skin only made Tim tremble in arousal.
Tim bucked forward, forgetting he was standing so percariously on the edge of the roof. Those strong hands grabbed at his cape, pulling him back, half choking, half saving. Tim coughed into the leather, feeling saliva drip from the corner of his mouth.
Jason laughed behind him, and Tim could feel his grip tighten on his cape, holding him fast like some kind of dog. "I could let go at any moment and it would be bye-bye, Red Robin," Jason threatened.
Tim was forced to stare down at the streets below, at the darkness that was Gotham City at night; the only thing keeping him from falling to his death was the tiniest ledge and the leather of his cape entrusted in the hands of a single man. He rocked his naked ass up, pressing against Jason's hips.
"Yeah, you want this?" Jason pushed back hard, the cold metal of his belt digging into the flesh of Tim's ass.
All Tim could do was nod, silenced by the gag, and press back harder, ignoring the pain of sharp metal zipper teeth breaking the skin of his back. Soon he felt Jason's hot cock slide against his back, over the muscles of his ass. Tim groaned in his throat, desperate, hungry.
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you right here like the little whore you are?" One of Jason's hand gripped at Tim's naked hip, fingers digging into the flesh.
Tim nodded again, desperate.
First there was pain, as the fat head of Jason's cock shoved in past the unprepared ring of resistance and Tim steeled himself for it, staring hard at the people below. Tim felt Jason's hand wrap tighter into the leather cape, and his cowl threatened to choke him, struggling against the weight of Tim's body, leaning far over a rooftop ledge, and the strength of Jason's hand.
Then there was thrusting and Jason was pushing deeper into Tim, filling him with the thickness and length of his cock. Tim wanted to cry out, but he couldn't, his sounds muffled by the damp leather confined within his mouth. He groaned, low in his throat, his body aching as Jason thrust against him, into him in smooth rhythmic motions. Every thrust pushed him. , literally, closer to to edge and Tim watched the people below them sway in and out of his slowly blurring vision.
Jason's hand moved around from Tim's hip to grab his cock, and then he was stroking in time with his thrusts, and Tim's hands clenched into fists, desperate to grab a hold of something in front of him, but there was only the cold night air. Tim was panting around the leather, trying to remember to breath out his nose, but his body was acting on reflexes, uncontrollable.
With a startled, choked noise, Tim was cumming over the edge of the building, splattering hot and wet over Jason's leather glove. He collapsed forward, boneless, and when he felt Jason begin to cum against him, body shuddering, there was a quick jerk of his cape, and Tim was being pulled into Jason's strong arms, holding him close, away from the edge of the building. The strain against his throat was gone and he could breathe again.
Tim closed his eyes into the embrace, letting himself be held and filled with Jason's liquid heat. The damp leather glove was pulled from his mouth, and Tim couldn't take a deep breath, because his mouth was suddenly filled with Jason, just Jason, his tongue feeling out the dark, warm crevices. Tim could moan this time, making the sound deep into Jason's mouth, and Tim could feel Jason swallowing the noise, arms tightening.
When Tim opened his eyes, the white lenses of Jason's red mask was staring down at him, and there was a small smile quirked at the edges of Jason's dark lips. Tim smiled back.