[He knew that shield. Knew it well. He'd hated it from the moment that Batman had picked him up that night in Crime Alley. Hated it...but also understood it. After all, he'd come with his own shield, right? His own defenses.
But, much like he'd always been able to wiggle through the plates of Bruce's armor, Bruce had pushed his way past his own. There, straddling those powerful thighs with Bruce's skin under his lips, his protective wall was mere rubble at their feet.]
...Yes.
[The word escaped his lips like a confession and he moaned as he rocked his cloth covered erection against the pressure of the older man's hand.]
Wanted you to touch me. Thought about. Thought about what you'd feel like inside me...
[He caught Bruce's lips in another kiss, leaning forward to nip at the shell of Bruce's ear. He knew he didn't have to explain why those soft words meant so much.]
[ That yes felt like a victory. A small win in the grand scheme of things, but a win nonetheless. He never expects a concession from Jason. Not one that made him vulnerable and certainly not without fighting him for it. But this had come easily, with his guard lowered and him sitting in his lap. Maybe it wouldn't seem like a lot from anyone looking in to see them now. But for Bruce it felt like an impossible leap.
He smirked, working the button on his expensive trousers open, so Bruce can slide his hands inside, hands gripping firmly at his ass. Jason wanted to be touched and Bruce was more than happy to oblige him. ]
Is that what you want?
[ He squeezes. ]
We'd have to get you ready for me, but I think I can accommodate you.
[It was. A leap of faith from a boy who'd always felt so alone to a man who'd never known how to handle being with people. A blind flight and a blind trust that Bruce wouldn't let him fall. Wouldn't let him simply slam into the ground under those expensive shoes and shatter.
Surprisingly nimble fingers worked open his slacks and Jason shivered and bowed his head to bury his face against Bruce's shoulder as he waited for the spark of panic to flare in his stomach. He felt it, buried so deep in him that even the Pit hadn't been able to burn it out of him, but as Bruce's hands slipped around to squeeze his ass, it only gave a lazy roll in it's cocoon. There, but manageable. He felt the warmth of Bruce's hands on his body and he shivered as he let himself cautiously rock back against that touch.]
Fuck...[The word was small, almost reverent in both it's fear and hope.]
...touch me? Need to see you, need to know it's you, but...please?
[ Bruce likes to think he knows his boys well enough to sense when something is off with them. Keeping tabs on their location and activities are always useful when he's dealing with something external - drug rings, mob violence, human traffickers. He'd always come if they called him about those kinds of things.
The emotional, he's never been that great at, not when his own are buried so deep they might as well not exist. He's always left the emotional labor to Alfred. But Alfred's not here to save him. He's gotta navigate this on his own. For a moment, he really doesn't know what to say when Jason buries his face against his shoulder. The air is still charged, but there's something else now and Bruce doesn't want to say something wrong that'll kill the mood or be hurtful, when that's far from his intention.
He gives Jason's cheeks another reassuring squeeze before he slides his hands upward to pull him into a hug against him. ]
I got you.
[ Bruce reaches up to cup Jason's cheek at his request, the other hand he dips into the front of his pants and wraps his fingers around his cock and gives it a gentle squeeze so he'd know it was there. ]
[He felt that shift in the air. Felt Bruce's body under him stiffen just that little bit. He hated it. It reminded him of the first few months he'd spent at the Manor, when he'd expected the worst and Bruce had tried to back peddle off every hit trigger.
He wasn't eleven anymore. And he sure as hell didn't want Bruce to try and back peddle away from this.
He shivered when skillful fingers slipped into his slacks, the touch pulling him out of his head and back into his body and his moan was soft and a little shaky, but it was there.]
I-
[He shifted, pulling back enough to be able to thread his fingers into short black hair. He used the grip to demand a kiss, licking his way into Bruce's mouth with an eagerness that he hoped helped put the man at ease. When he finally had his fill, he pulled back just enough to share the man's air.]
I'm not gunna break. You promised I'd be walking funny tomorrow. That's what I want.
[ Ever since he came back, Bruce's relationship with Jason had become a brittle, fragile thing. The parts Garzonas and Joker and Bruce's own terrible mistakes that were broken could be scattered too easily. Because even when they were healed (if you could call it healed), there were still hairline fractures where they'd put themselves back together again. Bruce's heavy hand could shake the board, tip it over in the heat of an argument or sometimes he doesn't mean to do it. It was just something that happened because Bruce could not reconcile the kid Jason had once been with the man he had become.
Jason wasn't fragile. He wasn't going to break. And he wanted Bruce to fuck him until he was walking funny. Just like he promised. Bruce smirked as he pulled away from the kiss. He leaned up for another kiss, nipping at his lip. ]
Then stand up. Take these off.
[ Bruce's hand slipped free from Jason's slacks and he tugs at them. ]
[Maybe the reason those hairline fractures never healed was because they'd been trying to heal in a pattern that didn't exist anymore? He'd never be that boy again. More importantly, he didn't want to be that boy again. He didn't want to be Bruce's son.
Maybe there was a part of him that never had.
Sucking in a shaky breath, he buried his face in Bruce's neck for a moment after that demand, breathing in his scent and feeling that strong, steady pulse under his touch. He found it just as reassuring, just as comforting as he always had, but he couldn't deny the heavy weight in the air that made it just that little bit more delicious.
Wordlessly, he pushed himself back, rolling the motion and following it up to his feet. His shirt was already gone, his slacks open and framing the hard bulge of his cock trapped in his briefs. For a moment, he just stood and let himself breathe. Let Bruce look at him and all the scars that decorated his skin...but then his lips curled up into a playful little smirk and he turned before easing his thumbs into the loose waistband of the well fitted slacks.
His ass wasn't as perfect as Dick's, but the slacks got caught up around his thighs, the muscle making him wiggle a little to pull the fabric down. He had to bend to do it and while his ass wasn't perfect, he knew he was no slouch, either.]
[ It was a difficult thing to accept, that the pattern didn't exist anymore. It was why the memorial was still there, even though Jason had been back for years by now. Difficult to accept that they'd never go back to the way they were before it all became contentious and angry and difficult. But Bruce had to accept it, if he wanted this relationship to be something salvageable. And considering how he felt about Jason – truly felt about him – it was absolutely something he wanted to save.
It didn't have to be the same. It could be new and maybe a little bit stronger so scum like Felipe Garzonas and the Joker could not so easily tear them apart again.
Bruce took the time Jason afforded him to admire the view. His eyes lingered over the parts he especially appreciated. The smooth expanse of his chest and chiseled definition of his abs and over the parts he did not (the scar where his batarang had bitten deep). He let the feeling pass before he allowed himself to return Jason's smirk with one of his own. ]
Just like that.
[ His ass was perfect, even if it was not Dick's. It made Bruce reach a hand out to touch, give one of his cheeks a firm squeeze. ]
The words combined with that impossibly big hand groping his ass was enough to send a shiver down his spine, his cock giving an experimental twitch in his briefs. He should have hated the words, should have called the man out on so many things...but instead, they soothed something raw and ragged in his chest. A place inside him that had been ravaged and torn apart so many times it had felt like nothing would ever feel good or right again.
Bruce was a balm to his very soul and he shivered in anticipation instead of fear as he straightened back up and stepped out of his discarded slacks.]
Yeah, B? [His voice was small. Sweet. It held almost none of the defiance that had been present for nearly every conversation since his return. It was still there, buried deep and covered over by his desire for the older man. Easily ignored in favor of how Jason reached down to catch Bruce's hand to keep it against his hip as he turned back to face him.]
I was always yours, you know. Always.
[The confession was too much and he flushed with the honesty of it, looking down before he pulled his bravado back around himself like a shield, moving forward to straddle Bruce's lap so he could kiss him again.]
[ If any of his former Robins had a reason to hate him, it was Jason. And Bruce had been willing to swallow that hatred, to hold it all inside of himself if it meant Jason could find some kind of peace. He hadn't always been the model guardian for him. He could accept that, he could admit that. And all he's ever wanted was to make it better.
He's fucked that up too, but sometimes...it didn't feel like it.
Sometimes, Jason still looked at him like he was the most important person in the room. In the world. And Bruce would never have enough words to describe how incredible that feeling was. Fingers roam over the line of Jason's hip as his hand is held there, lips parting slightly when Jason turned around and Bruce could see his face and all the micro expressions that happen in between. It felt like he couldn't breathe. He knew he could, but just seeing Jason -- all of him and not just the boy he'd lost -- felt like he was sucking the air out of him.
He welcomed Jason into his lap, hands resting on his hips like they'd always fit there and leaning into that kiss with his mouth open and tongue sliding out to taste. Always his. Always. Bruce would kiss him like he'd never get another chance. ]
[It was almost too much, feeling those dark blue eyes on his skin. It always had been, but this time it was different. This time, he felt seen. As the man he was, not the boy that everyone still seemed to want him to be. He shivered under that look, gasping a little at the intensity of it as he settled his weight over the older man's thighs. He was naked. Exposed in all ways...and for the first time, he didn't feel the panicked need to hide.
The fabric of Bruce's tailored slacks was somehow both soft and rough against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and he moaned against Bruce's mouth. He met the intensity with his own, pouring every bit of himself into the kiss so that Bruce might get the smallest glimpse of what he'd never be able to find words for. His hands settled on broad shoulders, rough callouses skimming over scarred skin and the outline of powerful muscles and he pulled back with a rough sounding whimper as he rocked his hips down against Bruce's cock.]
[ He was naked and Bruce couldn't get enough of the sight of him. Couldn't believe this gorgeous man who knew how to steal his breath with a glance (or a mean right hook) wanted him. Wanted to be here with him, even after all of his terrible mistakes and years of pushing him away instead of embracing who he had become. Bruce had the good fortune of feeling the weight of Jason's body as he settled into his lap again. The good fortune of feeling his boy whole and complete in his hands.
It'd never be perfect. Bruce had accepted that a long time ago. But right now, while they kissed and Bruce felt all of the heat and intensity down in his marrow, it was pretty fucking close. He exhaled, soft and slow when Jason pulled back and he felt that delicious friction as he rolled his hips against him. The whimper was just icing. ]
Okay. [ He leaned in to steal another kiss before he shifted, intent to carry Jason to that soft, king sized bed. He's not small, but then neither is Bruce. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
But, much like he'd always been able to wiggle through the plates of Bruce's armor, Bruce had pushed his way past his own. There, straddling those powerful thighs with Bruce's skin under his lips, his protective wall was mere rubble at their feet.]
...Yes.
[The word escaped his lips like a confession and he moaned as he rocked his cloth covered erection against the pressure of the older man's hand.]
Wanted you to touch me. Thought about. Thought about what you'd feel like inside me...
[He caught Bruce's lips in another kiss, leaning forward to nip at the shell of Bruce's ear. He knew he didn't have to explain why those soft words meant so much.]
no subject
He smirked, working the button on his expensive trousers open, so Bruce can slide his hands inside, hands gripping firmly at his ass. Jason wanted to be touched and Bruce was more than happy to oblige him. ]
Is that what you want?
[ He squeezes. ]
We'd have to get you ready for me, but I think I can accommodate you.
CW: Aftermath of child SA
Surprisingly nimble fingers worked open his slacks and Jason shivered and bowed his head to bury his face against Bruce's shoulder as he waited for the spark of panic to flare in his stomach. He felt it, buried so deep in him that even the Pit hadn't been able to burn it out of him, but as Bruce's hands slipped around to squeeze his ass, it only gave a lazy roll in it's cocoon. There, but manageable. He felt the warmth of Bruce's hands on his body and he shivered as he let himself cautiously rock back against that touch.]
Fuck...[The word was small, almost reverent in both it's fear and hope.]
...touch me? Need to see you, need to know it's you, but...please?
no subject
The emotional, he's never been that great at, not when his own are buried so deep they might as well not exist. He's always left the emotional labor to Alfred. But Alfred's not here to save him. He's gotta navigate this on his own. For a moment, he really doesn't know what to say when Jason buries his face against his shoulder. The air is still charged, but there's something else now and Bruce doesn't want to say something wrong that'll kill the mood or be hurtful, when that's far from his intention.
He gives Jason's cheeks another reassuring squeeze before he slides his hands upward to pull him into a hug against him. ]
I got you.
[ Bruce reaches up to cup Jason's cheek at his request, the other hand he dips into the front of his pants and wraps his fingers around his cock and gives it a gentle squeeze so he'd know it was there. ]
Tell me how you want me to touch you.
no subject
He wasn't eleven anymore. And he sure as hell didn't want Bruce to try and back peddle away from this.
He shivered when skillful fingers slipped into his slacks, the touch pulling him out of his head and back into his body and his moan was soft and a little shaky, but it was there.]
I-
[He shifted, pulling back enough to be able to thread his fingers into short black hair. He used the grip to demand a kiss, licking his way into Bruce's mouth with an eagerness that he hoped helped put the man at ease. When he finally had his fill, he pulled back just enough to share the man's air.]
I'm not gunna break. You promised I'd be walking funny tomorrow. That's what I want.
no subject
Jason wasn't fragile. He wasn't going to break. And he wanted Bruce to fuck him until he was walking funny. Just like he promised. Bruce smirked as he pulled away from the kiss. He leaned up for another kiss, nipping at his lip. ]
Then stand up. Take these off.
[ Bruce's hand slipped free from Jason's slacks and he tugs at them. ]
Do it slow.
no subject
Maybe there was a part of him that never had.
Sucking in a shaky breath, he buried his face in Bruce's neck for a moment after that demand, breathing in his scent and feeling that strong, steady pulse under his touch. He found it just as reassuring, just as comforting as he always had, but he couldn't deny the heavy weight in the air that made it just that little bit more delicious.
Wordlessly, he pushed himself back, rolling the motion and following it up to his feet. His shirt was already gone, his slacks open and framing the hard bulge of his cock trapped in his briefs. For a moment, he just stood and let himself breathe. Let Bruce look at him and all the scars that decorated his skin...but then his lips curled up into a playful little smirk and he turned before easing his thumbs into the loose waistband of the well fitted slacks.
His ass wasn't as perfect as Dick's, but the slacks got caught up around his thighs, the muscle making him wiggle a little to pull the fabric down. He had to bend to do it and while his ass wasn't perfect, he knew he was no slouch, either.]
Slow like this?
no subject
It didn't have to be the same. It could be new and maybe a little bit stronger so scum like Felipe Garzonas and the Joker could not so easily tear them apart again.
Bruce took the time Jason afforded him to admire the view. His eyes lingered over the parts he especially appreciated. The smooth expanse of his chest and chiseled definition of his abs and over the parts he did not (the scar where his batarang had bitten deep). He let the feeling pass before he allowed himself to return Jason's smirk with one of his own. ]
Just like that.
[ His ass was perfect, even if it was not Dick's. It made Bruce reach a hand out to touch, give one of his cheeks a firm squeeze. ]
You are gorgeous, Jason. You always were.
no subject
The words combined with that impossibly big hand groping his ass was enough to send a shiver down his spine, his cock giving an experimental twitch in his briefs. He should have hated the words, should have called the man out on so many things...but instead, they soothed something raw and ragged in his chest. A place inside him that had been ravaged and torn apart so many times it had felt like nothing would ever feel good or right again.
Bruce was a balm to his very soul and he shivered in anticipation instead of fear as he straightened back up and stepped out of his discarded slacks.]
Yeah, B? [His voice was small. Sweet. It held almost none of the defiance that had been present for nearly every conversation since his return. It was still there, buried deep and covered over by his desire for the older man. Easily ignored in favor of how Jason reached down to catch Bruce's hand to keep it against his hip as he turned back to face him.]
I was always yours, you know. Always.
[The confession was too much and he flushed with the honesty of it, looking down before he pulled his bravado back around himself like a shield, moving forward to straddle Bruce's lap so he could kiss him again.]
no subject
He's fucked that up too, but sometimes...it didn't feel like it.
Sometimes, Jason still looked at him like he was the most important person in the room. In the world. And Bruce would never have enough words to describe how incredible that feeling was. Fingers roam over the line of Jason's hip as his hand is held there, lips parting slightly when Jason turned around and Bruce could see his face and all the micro expressions that happen in between. It felt like he couldn't breathe. He knew he could, but just seeing Jason -- all of him and not just the boy he'd lost -- felt like he was sucking the air out of him.
He welcomed Jason into his lap, hands resting on his hips like they'd always fit there and leaning into that kiss with his mouth open and tongue sliding out to taste. Always his. Always. Bruce would kiss him like he'd never get another chance. ]
no subject
The fabric of Bruce's tailored slacks was somehow both soft and rough against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and he moaned against Bruce's mouth. He met the intensity with his own, pouring every bit of himself into the kiss so that Bruce might get the smallest glimpse of what he'd never be able to find words for. His hands settled on broad shoulders, rough callouses skimming over scarred skin and the outline of powerful muscles and he pulled back with a rough sounding whimper as he rocked his hips down against Bruce's cock.]
Bedroom. I need you, Bruce. Please..
no subject
It'd never be perfect. Bruce had accepted that a long time ago. But right now, while they kissed and Bruce felt all of the heat and intensity down in his marrow, it was pretty fucking close. He exhaled, soft and slow when Jason pulled back and he felt that delicious friction as he rolled his hips against him. The whimper was just icing. ]
Okay. [ He leaned in to steal another kiss before he shifted, intent to carry Jason to that soft, king sized bed. He's not small, but then neither is Bruce. ]