Fic: His Prisoner (DCU - Dick/Jason)
Inspiration hit late the other night to get this one out. Written for greeneyelove's Kink Challenge.
Title: His Prisoner
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,699
Summary: Dick surprises Jason with handcuffs.
Prompt: Handcuffs. Also #80 - Restraints (for 50_darkfics).
Disclaimer: Not mine. I can't has.
Author's Note: My first time writing explicit male slash, and my first time with these characters. Please be gentle. :)
His Prisoner
To be honest, Jay wasn't completely surprised when he felt the cool metal encircle his wrist and he heard the unmistakable clicks of a handcuff being snapped into place... tightly. A tingle shot straight to his groin at the combined sensation, ready for whatever Dick might have in mind tonight. “Mmmm...” he moaned into his lover's kiss as Dick pulled his arm up above his head to fasten the cuffs to the bedpost, and he arched into him willingly, welcoming the play. When Dick broke the kiss, grinning mischievously, Jason only arched an eyebrow at him. “Just how many pairs of those things do you have stashed away in here, anyway?” he asked nonchalantly, as if it was their normal routine to shackle each other to the bed during sex.
Not that Jay would have minded, though.
“Plenty,” Dick whispered, unable to suppress his smile as he caressed Jay's arm, bringing his own hands slowly back down to find Jay's free hand. From somewhere, a second pair of cuffs appeared, and Dick didn't bother to ask before snapping the ring of metal around his lover's wrist and stretching Jason's arm to the opposite bedpost.
With a final click, Jay was secured to the king-sized bed, the stretch through his arms and shoulders just enough to feel really, really good. Shifting, he adjusted himself closer to Dick, who was already busy taking advantage of the situation, his hands hard at work stroking and caressing his 'prisoner'. Between the bondage and the gentle touches, Jay was already fully aroused, and it was all the former Robin could do to keep from arching into those skilled hands as they brushed sensitive areas ever so lightly.
“Fuck...” he groaned as a hand found his shaft, fingertips teasing the length of it masterfully, while another hand roamed up his chest to a nipple, more fingertips twirling around, flicking the raised flesh. If Jay had more blood flowing to his brain, he would have been able to register that not only was this out of the realm of their normal routine, but that it was uniquely different. Dick just wasn't usually this 'take-charge'. In fact, it was Jay that usually did the taking.
A large part of his brain screamed in surprised delight that he'd had the 'misfortune' of being pinned under the lithe acrobat as they'd tumbled to the bed, while the rest of him simply groaned as Dick took his other nipple between his teeth, tongue barely teasing it. “Dick! Jesus fucking Chri―” he breathed, a gasp cutting off his curse when Dick grabbed his hip in one hand and moved the other to knead Jay's perineum. A deep sigh shuddered from his chest at the unexpected surge of sensation, and he jerked at the handcuffs involuntarily, his immediate reaction only to grab Dick, twine his hands into his lover's hair, and hold on. But the cuffs bit into his wrists, squeezing tight as they held him captive. Adrenaline pumped wildly through him in response, and he couldn't help thrusting his hips into Dick's caress. “Dammit!” he nearly spat. “Don't fucking tease me―” he grunted, “like that!”
“Heh,” the elder Robin chuckled, moving lower on the bed after releasing Jay's nipple, positioning himself between his lover's legs. His eyes sparkled up at Jay merrily, as if it was all simple fun, and all Jason could do was wait, wide eyed and moving closer to climax with every touch.
With a quirk at the corner of his mouth, Dick slowed his stroking touches.
It was torture, plain and simple, Jay realized with frustration as the edge eased off and he felt himself reined back from imminent release. Throwing his head back, he squeezed his eyes shut. “Are you gonna fuck me or not, Gra―” but again, he was cut off as a skilled tongue began swirling around the head of his cock. “Shit!!” he moaned in surprise, his eyes flying open just as Dick's mouth descended fully onto him, the sensation of wet warmth encircling him. Gasping for breath, he welcomed the rush of endorphins as he moved closer to coming, once again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!”
His wrists strained against the handcuffs again as he fought the bondage and felt the waves of pleasure, the stretch in his arms and shoulders, all washing over him in a torrent.
Pressure built quickly within him, every nerve ending on fire as he registered those damned dexterous fingers, suddenly slicked, pressing further back, teasing, circling, and finally just barely dipping into him. He didn't think he could hold on much longer as he fucked Dick's mouth, thrusting madly, his body beginning to jerk uncontrollably. Lightning lanced through him as the world went white before his eyes, fireworks dancing in his vision, and finally, finally he came, bursting forth into Dick's beautiful mouth.
“Fffffuuuuck!!!” he cried out as the wave crested and waned, passing slowly with a final gush of cum.
Dick drank greedily, taking every drop and leaving Jay dry. When he was satisfied that his prisoner was finished with his own orgasm, he rose up from between Jason's legs, stroking himself in preparation. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice a dead calm.
Shuddering at the command, the way Dick's voice dipped into that tone that could only be described as Batman-like, Jay did as instructed, his brain fried from his explosive orgasm, and he couldn't be sure the sight that met him wasn't the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Dick Grayson kneeling on muscled legs, stroking himself and already hard, the glint of lust in his bright blue eyes barely hidden by errant locks of raven hair. Jason could never have hoped to get this lucky in the sack. Not with the fucked up history he had with Dick. Damn...
A slightly wolfish, and absurdly amused smile crossed Dick's lips briefly. “My turn.”
Jay shivered involuntarily - again - with the declaration. It was a rare event for Dick to fuck him, and like this... The anticipation had him almost hard again instantly.
What Jay wasn't expecting was Dick rising from between his legs and moving up to straddle his chest and grip his shoulders tightly. Acrobat's legs squeezed his chest firmly. “Open up.”
And who was Jay to argue with that, cuffed to the bed as he was? With his own smirk, he opened wide, accepting his lover's cock into his mouth, tongue tasting the tip, finding that sweet drop of pre-cum and lapping it up eagerly. Goddammit, his lover tasted so fucking good! Moaning around the cock filling his mouth, he let his tongue swirl around the tip and shaft, seeking out those sensitive spots he knew all too well. A flick here, a lick there, and Dick's hands tightened on his shoulders, fingertips digging in as pleasured groans accompanied a hard thrust into Jay's mouth.
For a moment it seemed as if Dick had been stricken mute, as silent as he was as Jay bobbed his head back and forth onto his cock, tongue swirling and flicking and tasting. But then Dick stiffened, his hands moving up to clutch Jason's head by the hair to stop him, and he sucked in a breath. “Damn!” he breathed.
Looking up, Jay saw Dick fighting away the moment of rapture, his face scrunched up in obvious effort.
After a long moment, Dick pulled out of Jay's mouth, leaning back. “Not yet. Oh, no... Not until we're really finished,” he explained, rising again and moving back down between his lover's strong legs.
Again, Jay could only stare at him, lips wet and swollen. Now... he pleaded silently, waiting to be taken as he so rarely was.
Caressing a muscled thigh, Dick stared back, his breath heavy. “You have any idea how fucking sexy you are handcuffed to the bed?”
“I've got an idea,” Jay smirked in response, shifting into the fiery touch of his lover as he worked his shoulders to ease the stretch, just slightly.
“Heh,” Dick chuckled again. Reaching briefly to the night stand, he brought out a bottle of lube, squeezing out just enough for them both, and with another quick caress, he was inside Jason, working his fingers gently to prepare him, stretch him.
Jay lifted his hips, spreading himself as far as he could to give Dick better access as he worked, fingers moving madly against already sensitive areas. “Fuck,” he muttered again, and before he could register another thought, Dick's fingers were replaced by his cock, stretching Jay wide and filling him instantly. “Fuck!!”
A slow thrust brought Dick deep into his lover, all the way to the balls, both men panting with pleasure, Jason shaking with overload and Dick's hands clutching hips tightly, digging in almost painfully.
Another thrust, this time hard and fast. “Jesus, Dick!” Jay hissed, arching into his acrobat, his Robin, his Nightwing.
At that cue, Dick picked up the pace, luxuriating in the warmth squeezing his cock so damn tight. His thrusts came quick, rapid and almost brutal as he slammed into his lover over and over again.
Jay felt Dick ram into that goddamn sensitive spot, deep inside him, the sensation whiting out his vision again, and he sucked in a breath as waves of pleasure crashed over him, hard. He couldn't even tell if he was coming, through the complete overload of every sense, but suddenly Dick was roaring with his own orgasm, thrusting deep and hard, hands still on Jay's hips as he pulled them together tightly.
Bursting.
Fireworks.
Screaming pleasure.
For a moment, the world winked out of existence for both men, their climaxes shutting down everything but the rush of endorphins and semen.
Finally, Dick collapsed on top of Jay, pressing into the stickiness coating his lover's belly, cock still buried deep.
“Damn, Dick!” Jay finally managed, after the euphoria eased off a little and his vision stopped swimming. “Why the hell don't you cuff me more often?”
Dick's answer was a very telling smirk as he reached up to run fingers through dark hair. “Wouldn't be as much fun if you expected it.” His eyes twinkling with mischief, he leaned up and kissed Jay firmly.
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Title: His Prisoner
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,699
Summary: Dick surprises Jason with handcuffs.
Prompt: Handcuffs. Also #80 - Restraints (for 50_darkfics).
Disclaimer: Not mine. I can't has.
Author's Note: My first time writing explicit male slash, and my first time with these characters. Please be gentle. :)
His Prisoner
To be honest, Jay wasn't completely surprised when he felt the cool metal encircle his wrist and he heard the unmistakable clicks of a handcuff being snapped into place... tightly. A tingle shot straight to his groin at the combined sensation, ready for whatever Dick might have in mind tonight. “Mmmm...” he moaned into his lover's kiss as Dick pulled his arm up above his head to fasten the cuffs to the bedpost, and he arched into him willingly, welcoming the play. When Dick broke the kiss, grinning mischievously, Jason only arched an eyebrow at him. “Just how many pairs of those things do you have stashed away in here, anyway?” he asked nonchalantly, as if it was their normal routine to shackle each other to the bed during sex.
Not that Jay would have minded, though.
“Plenty,” Dick whispered, unable to suppress his smile as he caressed Jay's arm, bringing his own hands slowly back down to find Jay's free hand. From somewhere, a second pair of cuffs appeared, and Dick didn't bother to ask before snapping the ring of metal around his lover's wrist and stretching Jason's arm to the opposite bedpost.
With a final click, Jay was secured to the king-sized bed, the stretch through his arms and shoulders just enough to feel really, really good. Shifting, he adjusted himself closer to Dick, who was already busy taking advantage of the situation, his hands hard at work stroking and caressing his 'prisoner'. Between the bondage and the gentle touches, Jay was already fully aroused, and it was all the former Robin could do to keep from arching into those skilled hands as they brushed sensitive areas ever so lightly.
“Fuck...” he groaned as a hand found his shaft, fingertips teasing the length of it masterfully, while another hand roamed up his chest to a nipple, more fingertips twirling around, flicking the raised flesh. If Jay had more blood flowing to his brain, he would have been able to register that not only was this out of the realm of their normal routine, but that it was uniquely different. Dick just wasn't usually this 'take-charge'. In fact, it was Jay that usually did the taking.
A large part of his brain screamed in surprised delight that he'd had the 'misfortune' of being pinned under the lithe acrobat as they'd tumbled to the bed, while the rest of him simply groaned as Dick took his other nipple between his teeth, tongue barely teasing it. “Dick! Jesus fucking Chri―” he breathed, a gasp cutting off his curse when Dick grabbed his hip in one hand and moved the other to knead Jay's perineum. A deep sigh shuddered from his chest at the unexpected surge of sensation, and he jerked at the handcuffs involuntarily, his immediate reaction only to grab Dick, twine his hands into his lover's hair, and hold on. But the cuffs bit into his wrists, squeezing tight as they held him captive. Adrenaline pumped wildly through him in response, and he couldn't help thrusting his hips into Dick's caress. “Dammit!” he nearly spat. “Don't fucking tease me―” he grunted, “like that!”
“Heh,” the elder Robin chuckled, moving lower on the bed after releasing Jay's nipple, positioning himself between his lover's legs. His eyes sparkled up at Jay merrily, as if it was all simple fun, and all Jason could do was wait, wide eyed and moving closer to climax with every touch.
With a quirk at the corner of his mouth, Dick slowed his stroking touches.
It was torture, plain and simple, Jay realized with frustration as the edge eased off and he felt himself reined back from imminent release. Throwing his head back, he squeezed his eyes shut. “Are you gonna fuck me or not, Gra―” but again, he was cut off as a skilled tongue began swirling around the head of his cock. “Shit!!” he moaned in surprise, his eyes flying open just as Dick's mouth descended fully onto him, the sensation of wet warmth encircling him. Gasping for breath, he welcomed the rush of endorphins as he moved closer to coming, once again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!”
His wrists strained against the handcuffs again as he fought the bondage and felt the waves of pleasure, the stretch in his arms and shoulders, all washing over him in a torrent.
Pressure built quickly within him, every nerve ending on fire as he registered those damned dexterous fingers, suddenly slicked, pressing further back, teasing, circling, and finally just barely dipping into him. He didn't think he could hold on much longer as he fucked Dick's mouth, thrusting madly, his body beginning to jerk uncontrollably. Lightning lanced through him as the world went white before his eyes, fireworks dancing in his vision, and finally, finally he came, bursting forth into Dick's beautiful mouth.
“Fffffuuuuck!!!” he cried out as the wave crested and waned, passing slowly with a final gush of cum.
Dick drank greedily, taking every drop and leaving Jay dry. When he was satisfied that his prisoner was finished with his own orgasm, he rose up from between Jason's legs, stroking himself in preparation. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice a dead calm.
Shuddering at the command, the way Dick's voice dipped into that tone that could only be described as Batman-like, Jay did as instructed, his brain fried from his explosive orgasm, and he couldn't be sure the sight that met him wasn't the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Dick Grayson kneeling on muscled legs, stroking himself and already hard, the glint of lust in his bright blue eyes barely hidden by errant locks of raven hair. Jason could never have hoped to get this lucky in the sack. Not with the fucked up history he had with Dick. Damn...
A slightly wolfish, and absurdly amused smile crossed Dick's lips briefly. “My turn.”
Jay shivered involuntarily - again - with the declaration. It was a rare event for Dick to fuck him, and like this... The anticipation had him almost hard again instantly.
What Jay wasn't expecting was Dick rising from between his legs and moving up to straddle his chest and grip his shoulders tightly. Acrobat's legs squeezed his chest firmly. “Open up.”
And who was Jay to argue with that, cuffed to the bed as he was? With his own smirk, he opened wide, accepting his lover's cock into his mouth, tongue tasting the tip, finding that sweet drop of pre-cum and lapping it up eagerly. Goddammit, his lover tasted so fucking good! Moaning around the cock filling his mouth, he let his tongue swirl around the tip and shaft, seeking out those sensitive spots he knew all too well. A flick here, a lick there, and Dick's hands tightened on his shoulders, fingertips digging in as pleasured groans accompanied a hard thrust into Jay's mouth.
For a moment it seemed as if Dick had been stricken mute, as silent as he was as Jay bobbed his head back and forth onto his cock, tongue swirling and flicking and tasting. But then Dick stiffened, his hands moving up to clutch Jason's head by the hair to stop him, and he sucked in a breath. “Damn!” he breathed.
Looking up, Jay saw Dick fighting away the moment of rapture, his face scrunched up in obvious effort.
After a long moment, Dick pulled out of Jay's mouth, leaning back. “Not yet. Oh, no... Not until we're really finished,” he explained, rising again and moving back down between his lover's strong legs.
Again, Jay could only stare at him, lips wet and swollen. Now... he pleaded silently, waiting to be taken as he so rarely was.
Caressing a muscled thigh, Dick stared back, his breath heavy. “You have any idea how fucking sexy you are handcuffed to the bed?”
“I've got an idea,” Jay smirked in response, shifting into the fiery touch of his lover as he worked his shoulders to ease the stretch, just slightly.
“Heh,” Dick chuckled again. Reaching briefly to the night stand, he brought out a bottle of lube, squeezing out just enough for them both, and with another quick caress, he was inside Jason, working his fingers gently to prepare him, stretch him.
Jay lifted his hips, spreading himself as far as he could to give Dick better access as he worked, fingers moving madly against already sensitive areas. “Fuck,” he muttered again, and before he could register another thought, Dick's fingers were replaced by his cock, stretching Jay wide and filling him instantly. “Fuck!!”
A slow thrust brought Dick deep into his lover, all the way to the balls, both men panting with pleasure, Jason shaking with overload and Dick's hands clutching hips tightly, digging in almost painfully.
Another thrust, this time hard and fast. “Jesus, Dick!” Jay hissed, arching into his acrobat, his Robin, his Nightwing.
At that cue, Dick picked up the pace, luxuriating in the warmth squeezing his cock so damn tight. His thrusts came quick, rapid and almost brutal as he slammed into his lover over and over again.
Jay felt Dick ram into that goddamn sensitive spot, deep inside him, the sensation whiting out his vision again, and he sucked in a breath as waves of pleasure crashed over him, hard. He couldn't even tell if he was coming, through the complete overload of every sense, but suddenly Dick was roaring with his own orgasm, thrusting deep and hard, hands still on Jay's hips as he pulled them together tightly.
Bursting.
Fireworks.
Screaming pleasure.
For a moment, the world winked out of existence for both men, their climaxes shutting down everything but the rush of endorphins and semen.
Finally, Dick collapsed on top of Jay, pressing into the stickiness coating his lover's belly, cock still buried deep.
“Damn, Dick!” Jay finally managed, after the euphoria eased off a little and his vision stopped swimming. “Why the hell don't you cuff me more often?”
Dick's answer was a very telling smirk as he reached up to run fingers through dark hair. “Wouldn't be as much fun if you expected it.” His eyes twinkling with mischief, he leaned up and kissed Jay firmly.
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