Jay turned as he entered his room, pushing Dick against the door to close it.
The older Robin looked up into Jay’s eyes, seeing darkness and heat. “Jay?”
“Yes.” Jay growled, pressing Dick into the wood, catching his brother’s wrists and pinning them by his sides. “Dick?”
Dick sighed, a inch shy of purring as Jay’s hot breath ghosted over the skin of his throat. “Yes.” He shivered as Jay’s lips grazed his neck with the subtle threat of teeth. “Just don’t...” mark me.
“I won’t.” Jay didn’t need Dick to finish that sentence. He ground his hips against Dick’s, tangling his fingers in Dick’s hair. “I need...”
“I know.”
Jay growled, trailing sharp kisses over Dick’s throat, just shy of leaving a mark. He twisted sharply, throwing Dick towards the bed.
Dick huffed as he connected with the mattress, falling sprawlingly as Jay pressed him down. Clothes scatted as they rushed to strip each other.
As Jay shed his shirt, Dick ghosted a hand down his chest, tracing the edges of the wound dressing. His touch was imbued with worry and regret. “I...”
“Don’t!” Jay growled, grabbing Dick’s wrist and pushed him back down. He kissed Dick fiercely, biting his bottom lip. “Just don’t!”
Dick moaned up into his kiss as Jay pushed his thighs apart. It had been so long...
Jay rolled them over, reaching for lube in his top draw. “Be sure.” He demanded as he slicked his fingers.
“I am.” Dick hissed, spreading his legs over Jay’s thighs, taking his own weight as Jay slipped two fingers into him, deep and fast. “Jay...”
The next kiss silenced Dick as Jay slipped out and bent the aerialist in half.
Dick moaned into Jay’s mouth, silencing himself with Jay’s tongue as his brother pushed in. As much as they both needed this, Tim didn’t.
“Need something to shut you up?” Jay purred, rocking in hard.
“Pleas-” Dick gagged as Jay pushed his fingers into his older brother’s mouth, his eyes watering. It hurt, burning in all the best ways. The fire in Jay’s eyes, the need was fierce and wrong and beautiful.
Jay growled as he ploughed Dick into the bed, groaning as pleasure mixed with pain as the wound in his chest pulled.
“Jay.” Dick reared back, reached up to touch his brother’s face but Jay grabbed his wrist and slammed him back to the bed. “Jay please!”
Jay tightened his grip and groaned, arching his back as he spilt into his brother.
“Jay?” Dick whined, unfinished and unfulfilled.
Jay pulled out and flipped Dick over, pushing him onto his knees. He wrapped his damp hand around Dick’s cock and squeezed hard, jacking him sharp and fast.
Dick whined and whimpered, writhing under Jay’s touch. It barely took seconds before he stiffened and moaned, painting Jay’s hand with his cum.
Jay let Dick fall back to the bed, lowering himself down at his side as they both fought to catch their breath. Jay rolled onto his back, tolerating Dick’s touch as his older brother checked his injury. “Stop fussing Dickie.”
Dick sighed, pressing his forehead to Jay’s. “I...”
“I know.” Jay breathed tired, letting Dick snuggle against him, sleepy and content. “See, you don’t need that showboat Stark for this.”
“No...” Dick breathed, letting himself relax. “But I need him for other things too. And not just him.”
Jay stoked his hand through Dick’s hair. “So what’s stage 2 of getting Timmy back on the level?”
Dick sighed. “Roy.”
~~~
Alexiel? I’m looking at you if you’re still around.
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warmth in winter, part 2
Date: 2010-07-29 11:24 am (UTC)The older Robin looked up into Jay’s eyes, seeing darkness and heat. “Jay?”
“Yes.” Jay growled, pressing Dick into the wood, catching his brother’s wrists and pinning them by his sides. “Dick?”
Dick sighed, a inch shy of purring as Jay’s hot breath ghosted over the skin of his throat. “Yes.” He shivered as Jay’s lips grazed his neck with the subtle threat of teeth. “Just don’t...” mark me.
“I won’t.” Jay didn’t need Dick to finish that sentence. He ground his hips against Dick’s, tangling his fingers in Dick’s hair. “I need...”
“I know.”
Jay growled, trailing sharp kisses over Dick’s throat, just shy of leaving a mark. He twisted sharply, throwing Dick towards the bed.
Dick huffed as he connected with the mattress, falling sprawlingly as Jay pressed him down. Clothes scatted as they rushed to strip each other.
As Jay shed his shirt, Dick ghosted a hand down his chest, tracing the edges of the wound dressing. His touch was imbued with worry and regret. “I...”
“Don’t!” Jay growled, grabbing Dick’s wrist and pushed him back down. He kissed Dick fiercely, biting his bottom lip. “Just don’t!”
Dick moaned up into his kiss as Jay pushed his thighs apart. It had been so long...
Jay rolled them over, reaching for lube in his top draw. “Be sure.” He demanded as he slicked his fingers.
“I am.” Dick hissed, spreading his legs over Jay’s thighs, taking his own weight as Jay slipped two fingers into him, deep and fast. “Jay...”
The next kiss silenced Dick as Jay slipped out and bent the aerialist in half.
Dick moaned into Jay’s mouth, silencing himself with Jay’s tongue as his brother pushed in. As much as they both needed this, Tim didn’t.
“Need something to shut you up?” Jay purred, rocking in hard.
“Pleas-” Dick gagged as Jay pushed his fingers into his older brother’s mouth, his eyes watering. It hurt, burning in all the best ways. The fire in Jay’s eyes, the need was fierce and wrong and beautiful.
Jay growled as he ploughed Dick into the bed, groaning as pleasure mixed with pain as the wound in his chest pulled.
“Jay.” Dick reared back, reached up to touch his brother’s face but Jay grabbed his wrist and slammed him back to the bed. “Jay please!”
Jay tightened his grip and groaned, arching his back as he spilt into his brother.
“Jay?” Dick whined, unfinished and unfulfilled.
Jay pulled out and flipped Dick over, pushing him onto his knees. He wrapped his damp hand around Dick’s cock and squeezed hard, jacking him sharp and fast.
Dick whined and whimpered, writhing under Jay’s touch. It barely took seconds before he stiffened and moaned, painting Jay’s hand with his cum.
Jay let Dick fall back to the bed, lowering himself down at his side as they both fought to catch their breath. Jay rolled onto his back, tolerating Dick’s touch as his older brother checked his injury. “Stop fussing Dickie.”
Dick sighed, pressing his forehead to Jay’s. “I...”
“I know.” Jay breathed tired, letting Dick snuggle against him, sleepy and content. “See, you don’t need that showboat Stark for this.”
“No...” Dick breathed, letting himself relax. “But I need him for other things too. And not just him.”
Jay stoked his hand through Dick’s hair. “So what’s stage 2 of getting Timmy back on the level?”
Dick sighed. “Roy.”
~~~
Alexiel? I’m looking at you if you’re still around.