He could deny it all he wanted, Jason knew better. He'd peeked under the curtain to the man beyond and he... Well, he'd made it very clear where he stood on the matter. Wishful thinking, indeed.
Smiling, Jason flipped the book shut with a satisfying 'thud', setting it aside before he smoothly rocked up from his knees to his feet. It was a motion that was well practiced and that Jon had seen a million times before, but it was still something that let Jason's body flex in a way that felt very appealing. It was something that was for him more than his clients, but he enjoyed it when his clients also appreciated the play of his muscles under his clothes.
"Oh, don't worry. I have no intention of starting out here. Unless you count me asking how you're feeling about touch right now 'starting'. Which I don't. I just want to kiss you. Feel your skin a little. See how warmed up your engine is before getting into discussions about how you feel about the conversation we had earlier.
And, obviously, I want to know if that handsome mister behind you will let me pet him before he potentially decides that I'm a devil and that I must die for the sounds that I can get out of you...."
Jason had been chipping at the ice wall around the older man since long before he started leaving water bottles in his lecture hall. When he looked in the mirror he didn't see anything special, he could point out all of his flaws, but the way Jason looked at him every so often? It made him feel like everyone over the years had been lying. Maybe he wasn't a completely grotesque monstrosity.
Those blue eyes watched the move he had seen so many times. Before Jason became his dom, he had always thought muscles did nothing for him. Watching Jason move over the years proved that very wrong. Biting his lip as he often did upon seeing the move.
"Uhh." A silent moment before he nodded. "It is alright. Thank you for asking." It gave him the time to mentally prepare himself, to remind himself Jason only hurts him when he asks for it, and he was more than looking forward to that pain tonight. "Might need a little warmed up, but that can wait."
Shifting his hand back without moving, he snapped one of those spidery fingers before straightening his fingers again. Nightmare croaking again, as he hopped up on Jon's hand to be lifted back into his owner's grasp. Holding Nightmare towards Jason then.
"Put your hand out and whistle. He will come to you if he wants affection. If he does, then you may bribe him all you want, but I assure you. He won't mind." Jon's always had nightmares, his pet was used to the sound of Jon making painful noises at night, sometimes waking with a scream.
He didn't push while Jon thought about how he felt about being touched. He never did. He respected the other man's space with everything he did, even going so far as to cancel a session if the older man just couldn't settle into his skin.
He knew what it was like to be pushed like that. To be pushed past the comfort zone into something that could be considered forced. He'd never do that to any of his clients. Hell, even the ones who enjoyed CNC play he made a point to check in with them before to get an idea of their baseline before moving into the scene itself. Even if he was the 'victim' in the scene, he needed to know the baseline and go over the rules.
So when Jon finally nodded and gave him permission, Jason smiled but didn't move forward right away. He could touch...but he could also see that Jon needed a few minutes to get used to the idea that he could be touched. And when that black bird was offered? Well, who was he to deny such a handsome creature.
Holding out his arm like how he'd seen Jon do it, he gave a low, soft whistle. An ask, not a demand. It probably wasn't the best for training purposes, but he wasn't about to force the bird any more than he was going to force the bird's daddy.
That was half of why they worked so well. Jason knew when not to push and when to push. Jon appreciated that and even the times Jason cancelled when he couldn't get himself settled for their fun.
CNC was not something Jonathan had considered, given how firm his boundaries were. Sure, he had some fantasies, but none he would admit aloud. Absolutely not anytime soon. But consent was super important to him. He needed it, he craved it. Who knew how he'd feel knowing Jason had been in such scenes, not that he intended to ask either. What Jason did for money was his business.
The wait was appreciated, as Jon held Nightmare over, the young bird flew from his owner's bony arm to land on Jason's meatier one. Requiring a moment to find his balance, as his talons dug in a little. Happy croaks offered, he would like to be adored now.
Jon stepped closer, the way he often does when he has gotten himself mentally prepared for the touch to start. Nightmare was spoiled, so Jon didn't mind if it was bad for training. No, as Jason focused on the bird, the old man finally leaned in and kissed Jason's cheek all of his own volition.
Fortunately, CNC wasn't something he agreed to very often. And never with a client that he hadn't worked with enough to be comfortable with them before. It had pissed off more than one potential new client, but Jason hadn't budged. Someone who'd get mad at him for that wasn't someone he felt comfortable doing a scene with.
He'd had his 'red' disrespected enough times that he knew the type.
Nightmare was heavier than he expected, his arm dipping a little before settling into a nice, level branch for the young bird to grip. Jason let out a little huff of amazement as Nightmare got settled, his grin wide and just a little lopsided. This was certainly not the way he'd expected the night to start, but he was not complaining.
Nor was he complaining about Jon stepping closer and kissing his cheek. Nightmare wasn't forgotten, but he did turn to follow the man as he pulled back, claiming his own soft kiss from Jon's lips. His smile was softer as he pulled back, pale blue eyes bright and happy.
"Kissing me when I have no hands to wrap around you is cheating, Doc..." He was teasing, but he did reach up to start stroking the glossy feathers on Nightmare's chest as if to prove that he had no hands with which to grab.
Holding his ground was something to be proud of. Any client that didn't respect his limits probably wasn't even worth taking on. Jonathan didn't even try any of his kinks with the people he'd meet in bars, that was precisely the reason he ended up meeting Jason. You can't spring that on a stranger without a talk, and at those times he rarely wanted to talk.
He was a very well cared for bird, spoiled and was more the size of a raven, but Jon was certain he was a crow. He would die on that hill. Jonathan's smile had not faded yet as he watched Jason and Nightmare. The bird was the way to his heart, after all. Seeing Nightmare take so well to his dom made him pleased to have accepted Jason into his private space.
The soft kiss was returned with one of those please little noises escaping from the doctor. "Of course, I cheated. Are you even surprised. You can wrap your hands around me once you are done paying tribute to the ruler of this domain." Nightmare was making little happy clicks and returning the affection, as Jon watched approvingly.
"Oh, is that the case? I have to pay tribute to be able to get my hands on your daddy?" He gently scritched between glossy feathers as he cooed at the bird. He didn't use a baby voice or anything else over exaggerated, he spoke to Nightmare no different than he'd speak to Jon. Like he was intelligent and deserving of respect. "Well then, it looks like I've got some studying to do to make sure I bring you all the fun toys and the best treats. I make a pretty good cracker, I bet I can add a few of those wiggly things I saw in the fridge, just for you. Yes, all for you."
He nodded along with those clicks and croaks, obviously enjoying his conversation with the bird who'd stolen his most cantankerous sub's heart. As he spoke, he shifted back a little so that he could crouch smoothly back down to his bag, digging through one of the side pockets for a moment before pulling out a simple metal washer. It was too big for the bird to swallow, but too small for him to get a foot caught, and it was flat enough that picking it up off a flat surface with a beak would be a challenge.
"Until then, how's this? I know, it's not the best, but I bet it would still be pretty fun to play with. Let's go ask your daddy, hmm?" He turned, standing back up as he held out the washer to be inspected. "It's just one of the ones I keep in case I need to replace one in my drop cloth. Don't see how he can get into much trouble with it?"
Jon gives him another funny look at Jason, calling him Nightmare's daddy. At least this time he didn't freeze up. No, he just watched fondly as Jason treated Nightmare with the respect the bird deserved. Granted, Jon would baby talk the bird, but only when he knew Nightmare was upset with him.
"He prefers breads to crackers." Jonathan spoke up then, "Meat over both." Giving Jason the play by play on how to make Nightmare adore him. "Also, never touch that pumpkin pillow on the couch, he is very territorial of it." As soon as Jon said it, Nightmare croaked his way.
He was melting that ice around his grumpy subs heart watching the two. An amused sound escaped as he nodded as Jason offered his tribute. "It will be fine for now, I generally don't give him metal though, I worry he will hurt his beak. Thought give me a moment to turn on the TV for him."
Leaning back, to grab the remote, unlike a normal person might, the doctor leaned over the side of the couch using his long arm to grab the remote, he had shown over the years he was very flexible. Turning the TV on of all things, Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. A whistle given as Nightmare with his new washer both flew back to his pillow to play with it and the blocks on the couch. "As long as noise is going from the TV he will play in here. He isn't concerned with the music." Jonathan explained, pushing off the couch, after tossing the remote back, to step up into Jason's reach.
"Oops. Well, now I know for next time. Yes. Next time." He nodded at that croak that was aimed in Jon's direction, smiling as he followed the bird's gaze back over to the other man. "I promise not to steal his pumpkin-oh. Fuck, Doc...warn a guy before you do that."
Watching the older man twist and bend to grab the remote was an unexpected treat and his voice lowered a little as he let his gaze lazily roam over those long, lean lines. The TV was ignored, his attention briefly grabbed by Nightmare flying back to his pillow with his new prize, but as soon as Jon was moving back to him, Jason was reaching out to hook his fingers into the professor's belt so he could pull him even closer.
"Well, so long as he can't open doors and snap you out of the headspace I'm hoping to get you into..." The low rumble was back and he smiled against Jon's lips before he claimed them in a kiss that was considerably less chaste than the little peck from before.
"Yes, for next time." That brought an amused noise from the grumpy one. That lean had popped his back in a rather pleasant way, so that helped as much as Jason being there to dissolve some of his cranky mood. Plus, Nightmare was the way to the old man's heart.
"Warn before I do what?" He didn't think it was a big deal, standing within Jason's reach, pulled forward by his belt as his blue eyes narrowed some. Taking in the tone of Jason's voice and that expression.
Shaking his head, amused at the words. "No, he is quite brilliant, but not enough to open doors yet. And I will be absolutely fine, you know how to keep me where you want me. Shall we?" He asked before kissing Jason back, his thin arms wrapping around the younger, returning as good as he got until he needed to pull back for air. "This way."
The hall was short, three doors, well four with a closet. Two bedrooms, one had a cracked door that was clearly packed with books and a desk, the bedroom was simple, older furniture likely bought second hand but sturdy. Jon's sheets and cover were both black and the curtains closed, also black out. Flipping on the light, more books were around, as well as a large bird cage in the corner.
"Before you go reminding me how flexible you are." He followed the words with a playful nip to Jon's lips, his hands sliding up along the older man's sides as if he might not let go now that he had the doctor in his grasp. But the invitation to move to the bedroom was a tempting one and in the end he released his prey to follow him through the apartment.
The building wasn't the best, but the apartment itself was homey and suited the man he was following. There were a few places that he could see the damage that the building's age and ill-repair was causing, but it wasn't his place to fuss over it. He was lucky that the man had let him into this space at all, he wasn't about to waste the opportunity with home repairs.
He'd do them later. He hoped.
He made a pleased sound as they made it back to the bedroom, noting the bird cage and the hardwood. Hardwood meant that he'd need to spread his drop cloth out wide to catch any needles that slipped. Knowing that Nightmare spent time in here meant that he'd need to be mindful of what oils and scents were used. He didn't tend to use many on Jon unless they were specifically doing a wax scene, but he still made a mental note to do some research about bird safety.
Nothing he had planned for tonight would be worrisome, though. Not as long as he kept his sharps protocols tight.
"Mm, you just showered. Did you use the hibiclens?" Jon was usually pretty good about remembering to use the surgical antiseptic soap, but Jason always checked. It was part of his routine, though he was careful not to murmur the words directly into Jon's ear as he normally would. He had to prep the room before he could start guiding the older man down into his headspace.
"I was just being lazy, nothing further behind it." Crane teased, enjoying that playful nip. There was something utterly intoxicating about knowing Jason was trailing behind him, and all of the fun and delightfully painful things that would be to follow. Jason had been right, after a few weeks without, he was wound tight and needed release. He just didn't have Pandora's money.
Jonathan knew how to fix most of what was wrong, he just saw no point as he intended to move eventually, but rent control was pretty nice, namely in Gotham.
Being thoughtful about Nightmare's safety would also win Jason some points with the grumpy old man. If they were doing a scene that might endanger Nightmare, the cage would be wheeled out to the living room. It wouldn't even be an issue.
"Of course I did. You gave me the hint. Do you need to double-check?" A bit sarcastic at the end, but that was normal for him, getting into the mindset.
He chuckled, and this time his couldn't help but to muffle it against the meat of Jon's shoulder, peppering it and he neck with kisses before he made himself step away. "No, I trust you. But you are distracting and I need to do all the parts that you don't usually see in our sessions. So...go settle your feathered son somewhere he can be safe for a while. Eat a granola bar, since you probably haven't eaten in a couple hours."
He smirked as he shoo'd the man out of his own bedroom.
Setting up wasn't hard and Jason had done it so often that he could do it in the semi-dark of Pandora's rooms. Black, waterproof drop cloth spread over the bed and draped artfully over the surrounding floor. He'd sewn magnetic weights into the edge, both to keep the cloth in place and keep it from bunching, but also to catch any loose needles. Usually, it would be spread under a massage table or whatever bench or piece of equipment Jason was going to be using, but he didn't want to risk a needle in Jon's bed.
A couple of water bottles were placed on Jon's nightstand, as well as the emergency shears and a small bottle of lube. He didn't expect the lube to be used...but he was hopeful. He didn't always enjoy sex with his clients, but Jon was always a welcomed partner. Jon was one of the very few who could actually make him come and he appreciated that.
Craved it, if he were honest.
He laid out a couple hanks of rope at the foot of the bed, leaving the hard case of floggers and whips closed for now. His needle kit was set up and waiting to be rolled up into easy reaching distance. On the bed, open to a sketch of a man's back with an intricate pattern wove into it, was the sketchbook. A visual hint of the time that Jason was about put into this and the pain that was about to come from what was probably close to a hundred intricately placed needles.
Not much meat in that shoulder, but the professor closed his eyes, enjoying the muffled words against his skin. "I have no idea how I have been distracting aside from not being in a bad mood." He had been earlier, but after the texts? He was fine. He knew a release would come with the pain. Jonathan nods, and leaves the room to go make sure Nightmare will be staying on the couch and happy. His toys laid about and a small bowl of meat chunks for him left along with the TV on.
In Jonathan's room, aside from some older more valuable books on shelves, there was not much in the way of personal items, no real past on view. No photos, not even his diploma. The Cage, the bookshelves and the bed were really the only things in the room that showed someone lived there.
It was a possibility the lube would be used, though he might feel a bit like he was taking advantage as he wasn't paying. They could cross that bridge when they got there. The pain would always have to come first before most pleasures. He knew places he could go for release, but Jason gave him the perfect amount of pain.
Finally, Crane came back down the hall, stepping through the door, drying his hands again, having rewashed them after handling Nightmare just to be safe. A moment spared to toss his shirt over to a corner and kicked the door closed lightly. Making his way to meet Jason. "How do you want me?" he always asks at the start of a scene, in case Jason wanted to start differently than some other nights.
If anyone was taking advantage of anyone this weekend, Jason was very much the one doing the taking. He'd feel bad about it later, feel like he manipulated Jon into agreeing to do a scene outside of their transactional agreement. Because, really...he had. Jon might have wanted it and been willingly manipulated into it, but it had still been Jason's desires that had set it into motion.
He should have at least been honest about the fact that he wasn't there because Jon was tense after so long without a scene.
He smiled as that door was clicked shut, shifting back so he could gesture at the edge of the bed. That question was familiar and Jason felt the routine already start to settle over his shoulders. His voice had already been a little low when he'd gotten there, anticipation making him eager, but when he spoke again, he was once more in that register that rumbled in his chest.
"Naked and on your knees on the bed, facing the wall."
The position would put Jon's back on full display and give him the perfect canvas to start winding that rich, burnt orange colored rope.
"I'm going to hurt you, Jon. Do you understand that? I'm going to twist you into a position of my choosing, bind you in place, and then thread needles into your skin. Do you understand this?
Do you agree to it?"
The same way every scene started: an affirmation of their contract, their rules, and their consent. It was Jason's favorite way to start tipping his Doc towards his headspace.
The professor would likely argue it, but they would see where the weekend went. Jonathan likely wouldn't mind the manipulation, but they did need to talk about it one day. They were moving from transactional to something else entirely.
Though, Jon was tense, even if he was in a better mood. The weeks of teaching and everything else compounding. Moving silently with that dancer's grace towards the bed. The rumble from Jason's chest sent a pleasant shiver through the older man as he shed his clothes, leaving his socks on. He always did. Cold feet he explained ages ago, poor circulation. He didn't care as much about his hands as they were always ice blocks, but his feet he could keep covered.
Climbing onto his bed to face the wall, sitting on his knees, which straightened up his posture some. Looking back over his shoulder as one of his dark curls fell into his face, blue eyes already dilated with desire. "I give my full consent to anything you choose. Should I disagree, I will use our chosen word." He replied as he did every time. Both knew he wouldn't use the word, he was stubborn to a fault.
Looking back to the wall as he placed his spidery hands on his thighs while he waited for Jason to begin.
"Very good." This time he was ready and this time Jason murmured the words against Jon's ear, his hands coming up to trail up along the older man's sides. The speedbumps of his ribs were a little more pronounced than they had been the last time he'd been able to get his hands on the other man, but they weren't bad enough to actually make him call off his design, despite his bitching that had started all of this.
He didn't like it, but he'd done scenes with Jon in worse shape.
He started slow, first with a simple harness of soft cotton rope around thin hips. The color popped against the professor's pale skin, but Jason kept his compliments to himself. To offer them too soon would be to make Jon uncomfortable and that wasn't the goal.
One at a time, Jason drew those gangly arms back, binding them into the base harness. With each pass of the ropes, he allowed the tails to snap lightly against Jon's back, skin protected from burnt edges by tape. Jon wouldn't mind a few accidental nicks, but they'd mess with Jason's design and that wasn't acceptable. With each pull through, he let the rope tails snap harder and harder until each pass was leaving just the faintest of raised red welts.
A taste of the pain to come. A promise of more and better and something sharp. A promise....but not yet.
With Jon's arms firmly bound in place, Jason stepped in close behind the other man, his hands splaying out to smooth along that freshly welted skin. Over his sides, up along his spine, out over his shoulders. Scars rasped against the rope callouses on his hands, but he didn't pull away. He never did. In fact, he leaned in, lowering his lips to trace against the marked skin of boney shoulders. He kissed in some shapeless pattern, skipping some but taking the time to flick his tongue over others. Sink his teeth into some, not hard enough to welt, but enough that it was going to litter Jon's shoulders with bruises for the next week. He meandered and touched and tasted and any time that Jon tried to wriggle away or stiffened up, one hand would slip around to slide up Jon's chest so that he could grip his hand around the older man's throat. He never actually cut off Jon's airway, instead using his grip to narrow the arteries that brought blood to the brain. A nice, fuzzy sensation without the risk of actually damaging the man's trachea.
Yet.
He took his time. They had all night, after all, and it had been almost two whole months since they'd been together. They were in no hurry, so Jason indulged in trying to see how many time he could get a reaction out of the other man, rewarding him after each one with another bite or a hard scratch of his nails over Jon's stomach. Pain and pleasure and always the promise of more. And only when he was sure that Jon was nice and deep in his subspace did he pull back with a softly murmured 'Good boy' against his ear.
The welts were fading when he picked up the spray bottle of alcohol from his needle kit. They flared back to bright red as he coated the doctor's back, welts and bites and scratches included, in a fine mist before blotting it away with a fresh paper towel. Then he sprayed him again and this time he let it air dry before he picked up his first needle.
The design started just above where the rope harness rested, in the thin skin of the small of Jon's back. It rose upward, splitting into a V as it followed his spine up and then out over his shoulders. Each branch split again, a small vine of thinner gauge needles sweeping up along each side of Jon's neck, flirting with that line of what could be covered with a collared shirt, while the thicker main branch of the design flowed back down the back of each bound arm. He worked methodically and confidently, not rushing but not lingering, either. Occasionally, he'd pick up the spray bottle and give the whole design a new fire inducing spritz just to watch Jon writhe.
When it finally seemed like he might be done, he pulled out a spool of black ribbon and started to wind it artfully between spidery fingers. He knotted it carefully so that there no danger of cutting off blood flow and then he secured and locked the ribbon into the rope of the harness so that even if Jon pulled, the pressure would go to the harness instead of the rest of the ribbon. He'd left the tails long intentionally, then secured it off all so he could meticulously lace up the needles on either side of the man's spine, drawing them just taut enough to give a pleasant pull.
The first touches always set the hairs on the professor's arms on end, the goosebumps never last long though, as he settles into place and lets Jason tie him down the way he wants him.
The praise would have been too soon, but this he could do. Bend as needed and stay in place while the virtuoso worked his magic with the needles across his already scarred and sensitive back. The first time they did this he had been concerned, but after he knew his back couldn't look much worse and the pleasure that came from the pain was glorious.
It wasn't until Jason's hand was around his throat that Jonathan made a low needy noise, his already hard prick twitching between his thighs. The alcohol spray sending a fresh fire through his nerves, a whine ripping free louder than any of the other sounds that had been spilling free as Jason worked across his skin.
Of course, those spidery fingers had to test the tautness of the ribbons, thankfully only pilling into the harness and not damaging the design or truly harming the older man. "More..." The only word he had said so far, spilling free.
It was then that those compliments came, Jason's own groan matching Jon's whines as he spread his hands out fully over that design. Pressing, playing with the raised skin over the solid needle underneath. 'So good for me' and 'look at how beautiful you are', 'that's it, let go' and 'love to hear you, baby. Keep it up, just like that' murmured against reddened skin and reluctant ears. He kissed the bumps of the needles between words, sank his teeth into the tight skin at any argument.
The thin vine that he'd traced up either side of Jon's throat were at the perfect place so that when he once more wrapped his hand around the older man's throat, his fingers landed squarely on the delicate stretch of needle under skin. He squeezed, letting the metal bow and flex in Jon's body as he finally tightened his grip enough to close off that precious airway, that pattern pressed tight against Jason's chest as he slipped his other hand down to stroke Jon's neglected cock.
Those compliments had a flush working down the professor's body. His eyes squeezed shut as he relished in the pain and pleasure of it all. He knew by his own education that this wasn't the most healthy way to cope, yet, he never felt more alive than under the pain Jason could paint across his scared malnourished form.
A cry of Jason's name ripped from the stubborn old man when his teeth sank into the tight skin. Mumbling words of praise in return, how good he felt, to never stop, that he had missed this. All true.
A hitched breath escaped before the airway was tightened, his hips jumped at the feeling of that strong hand wrapping around his ignored cock. His blood alight as he could feel himself being raced towards the finish line. He would be embarrassed for finishing quickly, but the needle work had taken quite some time to finish, and he had been hard most of it.
Their scenes were healthier than most who had a history such as theirs. What was worse? Putting a bottle or a needle to their head and pulling the trigger, or letting yourself have the pain in a safe, controlled environment? Jason had seen the lifestyle help people that embraced it. He'd also seen it ruin people who tried to fight it.
He was too invested in this beautiful mess of a professor to watch Jon bash himself against the rocks of his own shame.
It was almost a shame to cut off all those pretty pleas, Jon's true accent a delight to his ears as it always was when he was able to get the man like this. He savored it each time it happened, closing his eyes and rewarding his name on Jon's tongue with a careful press of his teeth against a tendril of needles.
For a moment, he considered finishing the man just like this....but he had a plan and he knew that as disappointed as Jon would be, he'd appreciate the plan. So, with his next upstroke, he closed his fingers a little tighter around those sensitive glans, gripping him almost cruelly as he loosened his grip around Jon's throat to let the man suck in a breath.
"You wanna come, Doc? You can come, baby. You can come any time you want....while I'm taking these needles out of you. I'm gunna be mean about it, don't worry about that...but if you can't come from that, then you don't get to come at all. Understand, baby?" And just to give the man a little taste of what was to come, he let go of Jon's cock in favor of grabbing two needles threaded into the back of his arm, giving them and the skin they were threaded through a vicious little twist before pulling them out quickly and hard.
Jonathan was a chain smoker, caffeine addict and insomniac, but that was the worst he got up too. Drugs had not caught his attention due to his need to always be firmly in control. Drinking was done very rarely, and he never let himself drink while depressed, lest he end up in the bottom of a bottle and never being able to crawl out.
He had worried the first time he went to Pandora's, but now? Now he knew he had made the right choice as Jason had him dropping all of his inhibitions and becoming a moaning quivering mess as the pain burned just the right way through his skin. Jason always knew exactly what the professor needed.
A hiss was given as he looked at Jason with what seemed like a betrayed and annoyed look at that cruel grip. Any complaint had was lost with the need for breath, taking in a few lungfuls of hair. "Cruel." The word slipping free nearly all accent. "Do your worst." Despite his words a delicious feeling of fear curled up inside of him, would his dom take it too far? Would he be scarred even more? No, he trusted Jason to never push it too far. But what a rush.
Arching that thin back as the last of the words were spoken. He didn't respond, no, instead he bit his lip, to deny the other his sounds as best he could, and to hide the pain going just past his normal line of enjoyment. He wouldn't mind later, and he wasn't upset now, but he worried if he let the pain show that it was actually hurting, Jason might stop, and that was not what he wanted. Even if he was being a brat by denying his noises.
It was true, Jason would never do anything that would permanently injure or further scar his stubborn submissive. He'd scar himself before he even considered putting an unwanted mark on the man's skin....but half the fun of scenes like this was the question of 'what if'.
What if he did pull those needles out and rip delicate skin along with them? What if his hand slipped and Jon couldn't get a sip of air past Jason's grip? But also, blended into the question of 'what if' was the warm balm of simple trust. Yes, those things could happen....but Jason wouldn't let it happen. Above all else, Jonathan Crane was safe with Jason Todd.
Even the cruel removal of those first needles hadn't actually caused much damage. The holes tore a little, a thin line of blood tracing down his skin, but even that pain was carefully calculated before he administered it. And the next several needles were all sharp and quick, but none of them were as vicious as the first.
"Oh, come now. Don't be like that. You know I love listening to you suffer for me, Jon. Stop being a brat and let me hear you..." He was grinning, teasing softly as he hummed against Jon's ear, a hint of a promise in his voice. A 'what if' of his own.
The spritz of alcohol over bleeding, empty holes was familiar, but no doubt hiked up just a little bit.
They had worked together long enough for that trust to be there, but Jon knew it was just fear being fear. The doctor loved it for that, fear could help push and ruin passion in its own way. He could talk for hours about it, but not many cared.
Jonathan might not even have been mad if Jason did somehow end up scarring him. So long as he could hide it. It would be a reminder, something he could touch while alone, and one without a miserable pain attached, a pain of his choosing. He knew he was safe with Jason, which was a bit of a mindfuck at times. Jonathan Crane had never been safe in his life, he had to create his own safety. Not he had someone who he could trust, even if there is often an exchange rate for these moments.
The bloodletting, even minor, was its own relief. Fighting not to moan as his cock twitched once more, begging for release, but Jonathan was fighting it again. Wanting to feel more of those needles removed, even if he was on the edge. He didn't reply at first, not until the spritz hit the wounds, his mouth opening as a pained hiss escaped, but melted into a moan. Trying to free his hands some, but it didn't really help, at most he'd have some abrasions from the struggle. Yet, he did not safe word out. Those eyes of his locked on Jason as he panted, shaking a little with how amped up the older man was. "Please..." He finally broke, the pleading tone saying as much as the single word. Sure, Jason gave him permission, but he wanted to hear it as a command.
It didn't matter if Jon wouldn't have been mad about an accidental scar, Jason would have been. If Jon wanted a mark that he could touch and remember when he was by himself, he could have one. All he'd have to do was ask and Jason would happily sit down with him and design something. But for it to be an accident? Jason took far too much pride in his own control for that.
Just because he was born with his father's last name didn't mean he had to be an asshole. His own sadistic streak had taken far too long for him to come to terms with for him to lose it so easily.
Though, if anything was going to do it, it would be that strangled 'please' falling from Jon's lips. He shivered, licking his lips as he met those pale eyes, letting Jon see the want and the eagerness in them before he stepped forward to almost tenderly kiss the older man.
Two more needles pulled free and Jay didn't break the kiss as he dropped them into his open sharps container. He broke the kiss with a sharp nip to cracked lips, flicking his tongue forward to lick away any blood that welled. "Say it again, my beautiful. Ask so sweetly..." Another kiss, another few needles. "Let me hear how much you need this, baby. How much you crave what I can do for you."
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Smiling, Jason flipped the book shut with a satisfying 'thud', setting it aside before he smoothly rocked up from his knees to his feet. It was a motion that was well practiced and that Jon had seen a million times before, but it was still something that let Jason's body flex in a way that felt very appealing. It was something that was for him more than his clients, but he enjoyed it when his clients also appreciated the play of his muscles under his clothes.
"Oh, don't worry. I have no intention of starting out here. Unless you count me asking how you're feeling about touch right now 'starting'. Which I don't. I just want to kiss you. Feel your skin a little. See how warmed up your engine is before getting into discussions about how you feel about the conversation we had earlier.
And, obviously, I want to know if that handsome mister behind you will let me pet him before he potentially decides that I'm a devil and that I must die for the sounds that I can get out of you...."
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Those blue eyes watched the move he had seen so many times. Before Jason became his dom, he had always thought muscles did nothing for him. Watching Jason move over the years proved that very wrong. Biting his lip as he often did upon seeing the move.
"Uhh." A silent moment before he nodded. "It is alright. Thank you for asking." It gave him the time to mentally prepare himself, to remind himself Jason only hurts him when he asks for it, and he was more than looking forward to that pain tonight. "Might need a little warmed up, but that can wait."
Shifting his hand back without moving, he snapped one of those spidery fingers before straightening his fingers again. Nightmare croaking again, as he hopped up on Jon's hand to be lifted back into his owner's grasp. Holding Nightmare towards Jason then.
"Put your hand out and whistle. He will come to you if he wants affection. If he does, then you may bribe him all you want, but I assure you. He won't mind." Jon's always had nightmares, his pet was used to the sound of Jon making painful noises at night, sometimes waking with a scream.
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He knew what it was like to be pushed like that. To be pushed past the comfort zone into something that could be considered forced. He'd never do that to any of his clients. Hell, even the ones who enjoyed CNC play he made a point to check in with them before to get an idea of their baseline before moving into the scene itself. Even if he was the 'victim' in the scene, he needed to know the baseline and go over the rules.
So when Jon finally nodded and gave him permission, Jason smiled but didn't move forward right away. He could touch...but he could also see that Jon needed a few minutes to get used to the idea that he could be touched. And when that black bird was offered? Well, who was he to deny such a handsome creature.
Holding out his arm like how he'd seen Jon do it, he gave a low, soft whistle. An ask, not a demand. It probably wasn't the best for training purposes, but he wasn't about to force the bird any more than he was going to force the bird's daddy.
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CNC was not something Jonathan had considered, given how firm his boundaries were. Sure, he had some fantasies, but none he would admit aloud. Absolutely not anytime soon. But consent was super important to him. He needed it, he craved it. Who knew how he'd feel knowing Jason had been in such scenes, not that he intended to ask either. What Jason did for money was his business.
The wait was appreciated, as Jon held Nightmare over, the young bird flew from his owner's bony arm to land on Jason's meatier one. Requiring a moment to find his balance, as his talons dug in a little. Happy croaks offered, he would like to be adored now.
Jon stepped closer, the way he often does when he has gotten himself mentally prepared for the touch to start. Nightmare was spoiled, so Jon didn't mind if it was bad for training. No, as Jason focused on the bird, the old man finally leaned in and kissed Jason's cheek all of his own volition.
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He'd had his 'red' disrespected enough times that he knew the type.
Nightmare was heavier than he expected, his arm dipping a little before settling into a nice, level branch for the young bird to grip. Jason let out a little huff of amazement as Nightmare got settled, his grin wide and just a little lopsided. This was certainly not the way he'd expected the night to start, but he was not complaining.
Nor was he complaining about Jon stepping closer and kissing his cheek. Nightmare wasn't forgotten, but he did turn to follow the man as he pulled back, claiming his own soft kiss from Jon's lips. His smile was softer as he pulled back, pale blue eyes bright and happy.
"Kissing me when I have no hands to wrap around you is cheating, Doc..." He was teasing, but he did reach up to start stroking the glossy feathers on Nightmare's chest as if to prove that he had no hands with which to grab.
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He was a very well cared for bird, spoiled and was more the size of a raven, but Jon was certain he was a crow. He would die on that hill. Jonathan's smile had not faded yet as he watched Jason and Nightmare. The bird was the way to his heart, after all. Seeing Nightmare take so well to his dom made him pleased to have accepted Jason into his private space.
The soft kiss was returned with one of those please little noises escaping from the doctor. "Of course, I cheated. Are you even surprised. You can wrap your hands around me once you are done paying tribute to the ruler of this domain." Nightmare was making little happy clicks and returning the affection, as Jon watched approvingly.
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He nodded along with those clicks and croaks, obviously enjoying his conversation with the bird who'd stolen his most cantankerous sub's heart. As he spoke, he shifted back a little so that he could crouch smoothly back down to his bag, digging through one of the side pockets for a moment before pulling out a simple metal washer. It was too big for the bird to swallow, but too small for him to get a foot caught, and it was flat enough that picking it up off a flat surface with a beak would be a challenge.
"Until then, how's this? I know, it's not the best, but I bet it would still be pretty fun to play with. Let's go ask your daddy, hmm?" He turned, standing back up as he held out the washer to be inspected. "It's just one of the ones I keep in case I need to replace one in my drop cloth. Don't see how he can get into much trouble with it?"
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"He prefers breads to crackers." Jonathan spoke up then, "Meat over both." Giving Jason the play by play on how to make Nightmare adore him. "Also, never touch that pumpkin pillow on the couch, he is very territorial of it." As soon as Jon said it, Nightmare croaked his way.
He was melting that ice around his grumpy subs heart watching the two. An amused sound escaped as he nodded as Jason offered his tribute. "It will be fine for now, I generally don't give him metal though, I worry he will hurt his beak. Thought give me a moment to turn on the TV for him."
Leaning back, to grab the remote, unlike a normal person might, the doctor leaned over the side of the couch using his long arm to grab the remote, he had shown over the years he was very flexible. Turning the TV on of all things, Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. A whistle given as Nightmare with his new washer both flew back to his pillow to play with it and the blocks on the couch. "As long as noise is going from the TV he will play in here. He isn't concerned with the music." Jonathan explained, pushing off the couch, after tossing the remote back, to step up into Jason's reach.
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Watching the older man twist and bend to grab the remote was an unexpected treat and his voice lowered a little as he let his gaze lazily roam over those long, lean lines. The TV was ignored, his attention briefly grabbed by Nightmare flying back to his pillow with his new prize, but as soon as Jon was moving back to him, Jason was reaching out to hook his fingers into the professor's belt so he could pull him even closer.
"Well, so long as he can't open doors and snap you out of the headspace I'm hoping to get you into..." The low rumble was back and he smiled against Jon's lips before he claimed them in a kiss that was considerably less chaste than the little peck from before.
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"Warn before I do what?" He didn't think it was a big deal, standing within Jason's reach, pulled forward by his belt as his blue eyes narrowed some. Taking in the tone of Jason's voice and that expression.
Shaking his head, amused at the words. "No, he is quite brilliant, but not enough to open doors yet. And I will be absolutely fine, you know how to keep me where you want me. Shall we?" He asked before kissing Jason back, his thin arms wrapping around the younger, returning as good as he got until he needed to pull back for air. "This way."
The hall was short, three doors, well four with a closet. Two bedrooms, one had a cracked door that was clearly packed with books and a desk, the bedroom was simple, older furniture likely bought second hand but sturdy. Jon's sheets and cover were both black and the curtains closed, also black out. Flipping on the light, more books were around, as well as a large bird cage in the corner.
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The building wasn't the best, but the apartment itself was homey and suited the man he was following. There were a few places that he could see the damage that the building's age and ill-repair was causing, but it wasn't his place to fuss over it. He was lucky that the man had let him into this space at all, he wasn't about to waste the opportunity with home repairs.
He'd do them later. He hoped.
He made a pleased sound as they made it back to the bedroom, noting the bird cage and the hardwood. Hardwood meant that he'd need to spread his drop cloth out wide to catch any needles that slipped. Knowing that Nightmare spent time in here meant that he'd need to be mindful of what oils and scents were used. He didn't tend to use many on Jon unless they were specifically doing a wax scene, but he still made a mental note to do some research about bird safety.
Nothing he had planned for tonight would be worrisome, though. Not as long as he kept his sharps protocols tight.
"Mm, you just showered. Did you use the hibiclens?" Jon was usually pretty good about remembering to use the surgical antiseptic soap, but Jason always checked. It was part of his routine, though he was careful not to murmur the words directly into Jon's ear as he normally would. He had to prep the room before he could start guiding the older man down into his headspace.
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Jonathan knew how to fix most of what was wrong, he just saw no point as he intended to move eventually, but rent control was pretty nice, namely in Gotham.
Being thoughtful about Nightmare's safety would also win Jason some points with the grumpy old man. If they were doing a scene that might endanger Nightmare, the cage would be wheeled out to the living room. It wouldn't even be an issue.
"Of course I did. You gave me the hint. Do you need to double-check?" A bit sarcastic at the end, but that was normal for him, getting into the mindset.
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He smirked as he shoo'd the man out of his own bedroom.
Setting up wasn't hard and Jason had done it so often that he could do it in the semi-dark of Pandora's rooms. Black, waterproof drop cloth spread over the bed and draped artfully over the surrounding floor. He'd sewn magnetic weights into the edge, both to keep the cloth in place and keep it from bunching, but also to catch any loose needles. Usually, it would be spread under a massage table or whatever bench or piece of equipment Jason was going to be using, but he didn't want to risk a needle in Jon's bed.
A couple of water bottles were placed on Jon's nightstand, as well as the emergency shears and a small bottle of lube. He didn't expect the lube to be used...but he was hopeful. He didn't always enjoy sex with his clients, but Jon was always a welcomed partner. Jon was one of the very few who could actually make him come and he appreciated that.
Craved it, if he were honest.
He laid out a couple hanks of rope at the foot of the bed, leaving the hard case of floggers and whips closed for now. His needle kit was set up and waiting to be rolled up into easy reaching distance. On the bed, open to a sketch of a man's back with an intricate pattern wove into it, was the sketchbook. A visual hint of the time that Jason was about put into this and the pain that was about to come from what was probably close to a hundred intricately placed needles.
"I'm ready for you, my dearest Doc. Come here."
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In Jonathan's room, aside from some older more valuable books on shelves, there was not much in the way of personal items, no real past on view. No photos, not even his diploma. The Cage, the bookshelves and the bed were really the only things in the room that showed someone lived there.
It was a possibility the lube would be used, though he might feel a bit like he was taking advantage as he wasn't paying. They could cross that bridge when they got there. The pain would always have to come first before most pleasures. He knew places he could go for release, but Jason gave him the perfect amount of pain.
Finally, Crane came back down the hall, stepping through the door, drying his hands again, having rewashed them after handling Nightmare just to be safe. A moment spared to toss his shirt over to a corner and kicked the door closed lightly. Making his way to meet Jason. "How do you want me?" he always asks at the start of a scene, in case Jason wanted to start differently than some other nights.
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He should have at least been honest about the fact that he wasn't there because Jon was tense after so long without a scene.
He smiled as that door was clicked shut, shifting back so he could gesture at the edge of the bed. That question was familiar and Jason felt the routine already start to settle over his shoulders. His voice had already been a little low when he'd gotten there, anticipation making him eager, but when he spoke again, he was once more in that register that rumbled in his chest.
"Naked and on your knees on the bed, facing the wall."
The position would put Jon's back on full display and give him the perfect canvas to start winding that rich, burnt orange colored rope.
"I'm going to hurt you, Jon. Do you understand that? I'm going to twist you into a position of my choosing, bind you in place, and then thread needles into your skin. Do you understand this?
Do you agree to it?"
The same way every scene started: an affirmation of their contract, their rules, and their consent. It was Jason's favorite way to start tipping his Doc towards his headspace.
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Though, Jon was tense, even if he was in a better mood. The weeks of teaching and everything else compounding. Moving silently with that dancer's grace towards the bed. The rumble from Jason's chest sent a pleasant shiver through the older man as he shed his clothes, leaving his socks on. He always did. Cold feet he explained ages ago, poor circulation. He didn't care as much about his hands as they were always ice blocks, but his feet he could keep covered.
Climbing onto his bed to face the wall, sitting on his knees, which straightened up his posture some. Looking back over his shoulder as one of his dark curls fell into his face, blue eyes already dilated with desire. "I give my full consent to anything you choose. Should I disagree, I will use our chosen word." He replied as he did every time. Both knew he wouldn't use the word, he was stubborn to a fault.
Looking back to the wall as he placed his spidery hands on his thighs while he waited for Jason to begin.
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He didn't like it, but he'd done scenes with Jon in worse shape.
He started slow, first with a simple harness of soft cotton rope around thin hips. The color popped against the professor's pale skin, but Jason kept his compliments to himself. To offer them too soon would be to make Jon uncomfortable and that wasn't the goal.
One at a time, Jason drew those gangly arms back, binding them into the base harness. With each pass of the ropes, he allowed the tails to snap lightly against Jon's back, skin protected from burnt edges by tape. Jon wouldn't mind a few accidental nicks, but they'd mess with Jason's design and that wasn't acceptable. With each pull through, he let the rope tails snap harder and harder until each pass was leaving just the faintest of raised red welts.
A taste of the pain to come. A promise of more and better and something sharp. A promise....but not yet.
With Jon's arms firmly bound in place, Jason stepped in close behind the other man, his hands splaying out to smooth along that freshly welted skin. Over his sides, up along his spine, out over his shoulders. Scars rasped against the rope callouses on his hands, but he didn't pull away. He never did. In fact, he leaned in, lowering his lips to trace against the marked skin of boney shoulders. He kissed in some shapeless pattern, skipping some but taking the time to flick his tongue over others. Sink his teeth into some, not hard enough to welt, but enough that it was going to litter Jon's shoulders with bruises for the next week. He meandered and touched and tasted and any time that Jon tried to wriggle away or stiffened up, one hand would slip around to slide up Jon's chest so that he could grip his hand around the older man's throat. He never actually cut off Jon's airway, instead using his grip to narrow the arteries that brought blood to the brain. A nice, fuzzy sensation without the risk of actually damaging the man's trachea.
Yet.
He took his time. They had all night, after all, and it had been almost two whole months since they'd been together. They were in no hurry, so Jason indulged in trying to see how many time he could get a reaction out of the other man, rewarding him after each one with another bite or a hard scratch of his nails over Jon's stomach. Pain and pleasure and always the promise of more. And only when he was sure that Jon was nice and deep in his subspace did he pull back with a softly murmured 'Good boy' against his ear.
The welts were fading when he picked up the spray bottle of alcohol from his needle kit. They flared back to bright red as he coated the doctor's back, welts and bites and scratches included, in a fine mist before blotting it away with a fresh paper towel. Then he sprayed him again and this time he let it air dry before he picked up his first needle.
The design started just above where the rope harness rested, in the thin skin of the small of Jon's back. It rose upward, splitting into a V as it followed his spine up and then out over his shoulders. Each branch split again, a small vine of thinner gauge needles sweeping up along each side of Jon's neck, flirting with that line of what could be covered with a collared shirt, while the thicker main branch of the design flowed back down the back of each bound arm. He worked methodically and confidently, not rushing but not lingering, either. Occasionally, he'd pick up the spray bottle and give the whole design a new fire inducing spritz just to watch Jon writhe.
When it finally seemed like he might be done, he pulled out a spool of black ribbon and started to wind it artfully between spidery fingers. He knotted it carefully so that there no danger of cutting off blood flow and then he secured and locked the ribbon into the rope of the harness so that even if Jon pulled, the pressure would go to the harness instead of the rest of the ribbon. He'd left the tails long intentionally, then secured it off all so he could meticulously lace up the needles on either side of the man's spine, drawing them just taut enough to give a pleasant pull.
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The praise would have been too soon, but this he could do. Bend as needed and stay in place while the virtuoso worked his magic with the needles across his already scarred and sensitive back. The first time they did this he had been concerned, but after he knew his back couldn't look much worse and the pleasure that came from the pain was glorious.
It wasn't until Jason's hand was around his throat that Jonathan made a low needy noise, his already hard prick twitching between his thighs. The alcohol spray sending a fresh fire through his nerves, a whine ripping free louder than any of the other sounds that had been spilling free as Jason worked across his skin.
Of course, those spidery fingers had to test the tautness of the ribbons, thankfully only pilling into the harness and not damaging the design or truly harming the older man. "More..." The only word he had said so far, spilling free.
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The thin vine that he'd traced up either side of Jon's throat were at the perfect place so that when he once more wrapped his hand around the older man's throat, his fingers landed squarely on the delicate stretch of needle under skin. He squeezed, letting the metal bow and flex in Jon's body as he finally tightened his grip enough to close off that precious airway, that pattern pressed tight against Jason's chest as he slipped his other hand down to stroke Jon's neglected cock.
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A cry of Jason's name ripped from the stubborn old man when his teeth sank into the tight skin. Mumbling words of praise in return, how good he felt, to never stop, that he had missed this. All true.
A hitched breath escaped before the airway was tightened, his hips jumped at the feeling of that strong hand wrapping around his ignored cock. His blood alight as he could feel himself being raced towards the finish line. He would be embarrassed for finishing quickly, but the needle work had taken quite some time to finish, and he had been hard most of it.
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He was too invested in this beautiful mess of a professor to watch Jon bash himself against the rocks of his own shame.
It was almost a shame to cut off all those pretty pleas, Jon's true accent a delight to his ears as it always was when he was able to get the man like this. He savored it each time it happened, closing his eyes and rewarding his name on Jon's tongue with a careful press of his teeth against a tendril of needles.
For a moment, he considered finishing the man just like this....but he had a plan and he knew that as disappointed as Jon would be, he'd appreciate the plan. So, with his next upstroke, he closed his fingers a little tighter around those sensitive glans, gripping him almost cruelly as he loosened his grip around Jon's throat to let the man suck in a breath.
"You wanna come, Doc? You can come, baby. You can come any time you want....while I'm taking these needles out of you. I'm gunna be mean about it, don't worry about that...but if you can't come from that, then you don't get to come at all. Understand, baby?" And just to give the man a little taste of what was to come, he let go of Jon's cock in favor of grabbing two needles threaded into the back of his arm, giving them and the skin they were threaded through a vicious little twist before pulling them out quickly and hard.
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He had worried the first time he went to Pandora's, but now? Now he knew he had made the right choice as Jason had him dropping all of his inhibitions and becoming a moaning quivering mess as the pain burned just the right way through his skin. Jason always knew exactly what the professor needed.
A hiss was given as he looked at Jason with what seemed like a betrayed and annoyed look at that cruel grip. Any complaint had was lost with the need for breath, taking in a few lungfuls of hair. "Cruel." The word slipping free nearly all accent. "Do your worst." Despite his words a delicious feeling of fear curled up inside of him, would his dom take it too far? Would he be scarred even more? No, he trusted Jason to never push it too far. But what a rush.
Arching that thin back as the last of the words were spoken. He didn't respond, no, instead he bit his lip, to deny the other his sounds as best he could, and to hide the pain going just past his normal line of enjoyment. He wouldn't mind later, and he wasn't upset now, but he worried if he let the pain show that it was actually hurting, Jason might stop, and that was not what he wanted. Even if he was being a brat by denying his noises.
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What if he did pull those needles out and rip delicate skin along with them? What if his hand slipped and Jon couldn't get a sip of air past Jason's grip? But also, blended into the question of 'what if' was the warm balm of simple trust. Yes, those things could happen....but Jason wouldn't let it happen. Above all else, Jonathan Crane was safe with Jason Todd.
Even the cruel removal of those first needles hadn't actually caused much damage. The holes tore a little, a thin line of blood tracing down his skin, but even that pain was carefully calculated before he administered it. And the next several needles were all sharp and quick, but none of them were as vicious as the first.
"Oh, come now. Don't be like that. You know I love listening to you suffer for me, Jon. Stop being a brat and let me hear you..." He was grinning, teasing softly as he hummed against Jon's ear, a hint of a promise in his voice. A 'what if' of his own.
The spritz of alcohol over bleeding, empty holes was familiar, but no doubt hiked up just a little bit.
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Jonathan might not even have been mad if Jason did somehow end up scarring him. So long as he could hide it. It would be a reminder, something he could touch while alone, and one without a miserable pain attached, a pain of his choosing. He knew he was safe with Jason, which was a bit of a mindfuck at times. Jonathan Crane had never been safe in his life, he had to create his own safety. Not he had someone who he could trust, even if there is often an exchange rate for these moments.
The bloodletting, even minor, was its own relief. Fighting not to moan as his cock twitched once more, begging for release, but Jonathan was fighting it again. Wanting to feel more of those needles removed, even if he was on the edge. He didn't reply at first, not until the spritz hit the wounds, his mouth opening as a pained hiss escaped, but melted into a moan. Trying to free his hands some, but it didn't really help, at most he'd have some abrasions from the struggle. Yet, he did not safe word out. Those eyes of his locked on Jason as he panted, shaking a little with how amped up the older man was. "Please..." He finally broke, the pleading tone saying as much as the single word. Sure, Jason gave him permission, but he wanted to hear it as a command.
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Just because he was born with his father's last name didn't mean he had to be an asshole. His own sadistic streak had taken far too long for him to come to terms with for him to lose it so easily.
Though, if anything was going to do it, it would be that strangled 'please' falling from Jon's lips. He shivered, licking his lips as he met those pale eyes, letting Jon see the want and the eagerness in them before he stepped forward to almost tenderly kiss the older man.
Two more needles pulled free and Jay didn't break the kiss as he dropped them into his open sharps container. He broke the kiss with a sharp nip to cracked lips, flicking his tongue forward to lick away any blood that welled. "Say it again, my beautiful. Ask so sweetly..." Another kiss, another few needles. "Let me hear how much you need this, baby. How much you crave what I can do for you."
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