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."
Maybe one day he would, but no time soon. Not while they were still transactional in his mind. He didn't expect more to come of it, outside of perhaps these little distress sessions off the books. But, even if Jason was far too in control for an accidental mark, Jonathan could think about it.
That sadistic steak was half of what kept the stubborn old man coming back for more.
Seeing the shiver and the way Jason licked his lips, the blue eyes narrowed, but the pupils still blown wide with desire. A groan melted into the kiss and the taste of his blood shared between them. The pain from the needles and the pressure building from his need to release, yet always a stubborn one.
"Jason." The name rasped out as his eyes rolled back some, biting his lip, clearly wanting to stay silent as more pre-cum dribbled free from his aching cock. "Fuck, fine." He growled the need to release too much "Please, Jay, don't be cruel. Lemme finish." The words rumbled together as he started to shiver with anticipation.
He groaned, another shiver chasing the first down his spine as he pulled free another couple of needles. The effect of those words on him were obvious, the front of his jeans tented to the point of almost pain, but he ignored himself in favor of claiming Jon's lips once more.
He pulled another couple of needles as he lazily explored Jon's mouth, dropping them into the bin as he pulled back just enough to murmur against kiss and bite swollen lips.
"Come for me, baby. Let me hear you. Wanna watch you come apart." An almost gentle permission to act as a counterpoint to Jason picking up that spray bottle and giving Jon's freshly empty shoulders a spritz.
Jason's pleasure was something that always felt like an afterthought in their sessions, the pain first, the pleasure to follow. Given how they didn't always make it to sex in the allotted time, this time, Jon intended to make sure Jason was taken care of.
Once he could think straight, which was hard, seeing the way his dom was reacting to him. He rarely believed Jason when he called him beautiful, but moments like this he felt there had to be something there to make such a devastatingly attractive creature react to him like that.
Returning the kisses and bites with just as much desire, as if trying to devour the other. His hips arching as best they could. Enjoying the feel of the needles leaving his skin, the sensation of something being gone that had been there seconds before, the burn of the alcohol. He couldn't even think of what to say to be more of a brat, no, when the fire of the alcohol raced across his shoulder. The professor cried out louder than intended as pulses of release shot over his stomach and up towards his chest. Jason's name on his lips, almost exhausted.
Their sessions had never been about Jason's pleasure. They weren't supposed to be and that was by design. Hell, they hadn't even introduced the idea of sex into their sessions until they'd worked together long enough for Jon to be comfortable with him. But even then, the focus was on Jon's pleasure. His own was just a lovely side effect. This time was no different, Jason was fully intending to just ignore his own body until it either went away or he could take care of it on his own.
Though, that was easier vowed than followed considering how absolutely captivating it was to watch Jon come like that. His breath hitched, his hips still only by willpower alone. Hearing his name from Jon's lips was a reward in and of itself and he shivered before reaching forward to gently cup that clean shaven jaw in his hand. "You're so fucking perfect. So good for me, thank you. Good boy..." He traced his thumb over Jon's lips, feeling the older man's heavy breathing as he came down from his orgasm.
He waited for the older man to recover a little before he pulled back enough to grab the damp cloth that he'd set aside. He carefully wiped the man's stomach and chest clean before he guided him to lay forward over the drop cloth, he head tilted to one side so he could still breath as Jason set to work gently removing the remaining needles and ribbon. There was no pain that went along with it anymore, Jason working skillfully to not overwhelm his Doc's overworked body.
That was part of why sex was much less common than the aftercare reading. One thing about Jonathan was once he was comfortable with someone, comfortable enough to let his guard down enough to allow intimacy, he enjoyed seeing a lover fall apart in his grasp. Jason was no different. The focus might be on Jonathan's pleasure, but he always tried to assure Jason finished as well if they were having sex.
That vow was unneeded, once the lanky one finished coming down and had some time to recover he fully intended to return the favor given tonight wasn't really transactional despite what they had said. Even if Jason left money, he knew Jason was here in his home because he chose to be. Just as he decided to leave him water every day and an expensive cup.
A rumbled noise was all that escaped him, but he did shiver once more, those lidded eyes landing on Jason as the mess was cleaned up. Allowing himself to be turned onto the cloth for the needles to be removed. Now and then he would twitch a little just from how his nerves were still sparking from how hard he had cum. "Thank you." He finally spoke after a few minutes and more needles removed. It was low, but not exhusted.
Sex for them had never been part of the aftercare. If sex was involved, it was very much part of the scene. It had taken too long for Jon to get comfortable enough with him to allow sex to be a part of anything at all for Jason to be willing to risk being too forward with it. Jon considered himself unlovable, after all. Their relationship was strictly transactional and sex as aftercare was intimate. Bonding. Too much for someone who was terrified of being actually seen. So Jason had kept their intimacy platonic and kept the sex as just another tool to satisfy his dear professor's lovely brain.
Which wasn't to say that he was against the idea, of course. He'd very much enjoy a chance to kiss the man without having to follow it up with a slap to the face or a sharp bite. He was just going to let Jon be the one to cross that bridge so that he didn't end up scaring the man away. All good things were worth waiting for, right? And Jon was a very good thing.
He smiled as he finished pulling the last of the needles from the older man's back, loosening the ribbon so it could also be dropped into the sharps container. Most of the needles had only drawn maybe a drop of blood, but there was no reason to keep a fluid locked loop of ribbon. The drop cloth was fluid locked to the older man, but that was fine because he'd always need one for Jon, but a piece of ribbon? Nah. It got tossed and then he was reached for the next compartment of his needle kit. The first aid compartment.
"You're very welcome. Thank you, for letting me indulge. This is iodine, it shouldn't sting too much." He touched the red soaked swab to the first puncture mark, circling both entry and exit before moving on to the next. He worked quickly, but carefully, taking his time to make sure each literal pinprick wound was safeguarded from infection before he started to untie Jon's hands from the rope harness, helping the man to move his arms one at a time after holding them in that position for so long, giving special care to make sure his wrists hadn't been damaged from struggling.
When Jon started coming to see Jason, it had been strictly pain, but when he became comfortable? Sex happened, sporadically. When both were okay with it, often just part of the scene, and Jay knew Jon's hangups. They were at a crossroads now where it could stay transactional or evolve, and honestly? Jon wasn't sure if he minded either way. He had always been a loner, but having someone around who seemed to genuinely care about his well-being? And didn't turn their nose in disgust at him? That was rare.
Without those bites or slaps, Jon expected the worst, and would spiral. Like a feral cat, he had to be slowly lead to new things. He thought about it all, sure. Jay had been the exception to his every rule. A little too young, very muscular, far too handsome, and yet? Jon was smitten in his own way.
That ribbon wasn't worth keeping, hell, Jon didn't think he was either. But, he was too tired to care much about anything. Moving as Jason instructed. Letting his dom clean up the wounds. Those tired blue eyes watching Jason. "Give me a few minutes, I'll take care o' you." His words mostly accent at the moment. A determination in his tired eyes, after all. He could easily see Jason had been affected. It was transactional in a way, but he didn't care at the moment. Jason deserved it, and Jon was nothing if not stubborn.
Jon was not only worth keeping, he was worth taking care of. Jason liked the moments after their scenes for the fact that he could fuss and, for the most part, the older man would let him. Tease him for it, maybe, but he'd allow himself to be rubbed and tended to and would humor Jay's requests to get him to drink. There were days when it didn't happen, of course. Nights when the scene wasn't as hard as what Jon needed or something had interrupted them to yank the professor out of his headspace prematurely, but Jason didn't expect tonight to be one of those nights.
Especially when that offer came, thick accent like warm honey against his ears. It was surprising, their fun didn't usually last much past the end of the scene. But for as much as Jason knew he probably should keep to the same rhythm of their previous times together...he very selfishly didn't want to discourage the older man. He settled for smiling, humming softly as he worked bony shoulders loose.
"A few minutes, hmm? I'd like to think you came harder than that, Doc. There's no rush. Close those pretty eyes and rest while I take this harness off of you. Then, you can settle Nightmare where he needs to go for the night and we can settle in and read a few chapters, hmm? See where the mood takes us." Light, playful. Not discouraging, but also not laying on the expectation of more. If it happened, it happened, but it didn't need to happen.
His hands were soft and warm as he started to untie the harness he'd wrapped around Jon's hips, and if he let his touches linger a little more than he usually would have...well, maybe he was testing the waters a little.
Jon had never had anyone to take care of him before. It could be argued that granny maintained him as one would any piece of farm equipment until he could maintain himself. Even now, the way he treats himself is more robotic than as a normal person should. He had his issues, and hang-ups. The only person he knew love from had hurt him over and over until he accidentally killed her. He didn't believe he'd ever be worthy of anything, a curse, and a pox on the house of Keeny.
Jay didn't even know about the Keeny's, here in Gotham he was just the professor who liked pain, horror movies and had an adorable bird. He was trying to make a life for himself, and despite how it may never be said, Jason was helping with that.
The tired accent a little more gravelly, as he spoke, it was true he had released harder than expected, and he pulled a lot out of him. Still, he wasn't as old as he seemed like, and he knew he could recover in a short while. While Jay's offers warmed something in him. "That sounds delightful, but after." He rumbled out. Shifting while Jay removed the harness, a light groan escaping at the lingering touches of those bony hips. "Come'ere."
Jason knew nothing about the Keeny's. All he knew was the tall, impossibly skinny Doc who'd begrudgingly allowed him to prove that he could hurt him in just the right way. He knew the tension in boney shoulders, the weight of the world pressing down over that narrow frame. He knew sarcasm and a dry sense of humor wrapped around painfully sharp wit. He knew pain in beautiful blue eyes that had nothing to do with the ropes or needles or slaps or cuts that Jason had given.
And, over the years, he'd learned that low, gravelly chuckle and deceptively strong fingers against his hips. He'd learned what that haunted face looked like free of stress and tension and the ghosts that he knew better than to ask about.
He didn't know the Keeny's, but he knew his Doc...and that was the important part.
The last of the ropes slipped free from the carefully crafted knots and Jason chuckled as he let himself toss the hank down next to his gear to be dealt with later. The drop cloth rustled as he climbed up onto the bed, trailing kisses and fingertips along Jon's body until he could lay out next to the older man, belly up and smiling as he idly curled his fingers in thick curls.
"Well, you got me. Now what are you going to do with me?"
Jason didn't need to know the Keeny's, hell if Jon had his way, his dom would never know about his family or where he came from. People always looked at him differently when they knew.
Jason was allowed to see the sides he hides from others, the pain in his eyes, what he can look like relaxed and even happy as he reads loud to Jason after their sessions. The years working together had made him someone to trust and open up too. He knew who Jonathan Crane really was, and that was all that mattered, just as Jon knew Jason was a softer person than he liked to show. Caring, supportive and someone who deserved more than life had given him.
As soon as the drop cloth rustled, and the kisses were trailed, a tired arm lifted and wrapped around Jason to haul him closer. Burying his face into Jason's neck. That pleasant rumble escaping as he felt Jason's fingers in his thick curly hair.
"Gonna hold you a few minutes, then we're gonna do whatever your heart desires. So start thinking on that, Jay." He muttered in that thick tired accent as he trailed soft kisses against the other's neck.
He chuckled softly as he was almost immediately caught in those lanky arms, the older man making a home for himself against the broad expanse of his chest. He wrapped his own loosely around Jon's waist, trailing his fingers along over sensitive skin as he sank down into the comfort of Jon's mattress. It struck him after a moment that they were cuddling, a new thing for them that had so casually happened that neither of them had really noticed. At least, he assumed Jon hadn't noticed.
He would have expected the man to pull away if he had. Pull away and maybe mumble a quiet apology, like laying in each other's arms was a line he couldn't cross without feeling like he was in the wrong. It made Jason smile to be allowed to press small, light kisses against the soft skin of his submissive's temple.
He didn't answer, didn't spoil the moment with words or suggestions. He simply allowed them both to exist in the moment, warm and content and wonderfully sated against the world outside that little bedroom. It was early to think about sleep, but the scene had been taxing and long and Jon was pleasantly exhausted in his arms. If sleep came, then so be it.
Who was he to turn away the chance to hold this tragically beautiful man all night?
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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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That sadistic steak was half of what kept the stubborn old man coming back for more.
Seeing the shiver and the way Jason licked his lips, the blue eyes narrowed, but the pupils still blown wide with desire. A groan melted into the kiss and the taste of his blood shared between them. The pain from the needles and the pressure building from his need to release, yet always a stubborn one.
"Jason." The name rasped out as his eyes rolled back some, biting his lip, clearly wanting to stay silent as more pre-cum dribbled free from his aching cock. "Fuck, fine." He growled the need to release too much "Please, Jay, don't be cruel. Lemme finish." The words rumbled together as he started to shiver with anticipation.
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He pulled another couple of needles as he lazily explored Jon's mouth, dropping them into the bin as he pulled back just enough to murmur against kiss and bite swollen lips.
"Come for me, baby. Let me hear you. Wanna watch you come apart." An almost gentle permission to act as a counterpoint to Jason picking up that spray bottle and giving Jon's freshly empty shoulders a spritz.
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Once he could think straight, which was hard, seeing the way his dom was reacting to him. He rarely believed Jason when he called him beautiful, but moments like this he felt there had to be something there to make such a devastatingly attractive creature react to him like that.
Returning the kisses and bites with just as much desire, as if trying to devour the other. His hips arching as best they could. Enjoying the feel of the needles leaving his skin, the sensation of something being gone that had been there seconds before, the burn of the alcohol. He couldn't even think of what to say to be more of a brat, no, when the fire of the alcohol raced across his shoulder. The professor cried out louder than intended as pulses of release shot over his stomach and up towards his chest. Jason's name on his lips, almost exhausted.
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Though, that was easier vowed than followed considering how absolutely captivating it was to watch Jon come like that. His breath hitched, his hips still only by willpower alone. Hearing his name from Jon's lips was a reward in and of itself and he shivered before reaching forward to gently cup that clean shaven jaw in his hand. "You're so fucking perfect. So good for me, thank you. Good boy..." He traced his thumb over Jon's lips, feeling the older man's heavy breathing as he came down from his orgasm.
He waited for the older man to recover a little before he pulled back enough to grab the damp cloth that he'd set aside. He carefully wiped the man's stomach and chest clean before he guided him to lay forward over the drop cloth, he head tilted to one side so he could still breath as Jason set to work gently removing the remaining needles and ribbon. There was no pain that went along with it anymore, Jason working skillfully to not overwhelm his Doc's overworked body.
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That vow was unneeded, once the lanky one finished coming down and had some time to recover he fully intended to return the favor given tonight wasn't really transactional despite what they had said. Even if Jason left money, he knew Jason was here in his home because he chose to be. Just as he decided to leave him water every day and an expensive cup.
A rumbled noise was all that escaped him, but he did shiver once more, those lidded eyes landing on Jason as the mess was cleaned up. Allowing himself to be turned onto the cloth for the needles to be removed. Now and then he would twitch a little just from how his nerves were still sparking from how hard he had cum. "Thank you." He finally spoke after a few minutes and more needles removed. It was low, but not exhusted.
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Which wasn't to say that he was against the idea, of course. He'd very much enjoy a chance to kiss the man without having to follow it up with a slap to the face or a sharp bite. He was just going to let Jon be the one to cross that bridge so that he didn't end up scaring the man away. All good things were worth waiting for, right? And Jon was a very good thing.
He smiled as he finished pulling the last of the needles from the older man's back, loosening the ribbon so it could also be dropped into the sharps container. Most of the needles had only drawn maybe a drop of blood, but there was no reason to keep a fluid locked loop of ribbon. The drop cloth was fluid locked to the older man, but that was fine because he'd always need one for Jon, but a piece of ribbon? Nah. It got tossed and then he was reached for the next compartment of his needle kit. The first aid compartment.
"You're very welcome. Thank you, for letting me indulge. This is iodine, it shouldn't sting too much." He touched the red soaked swab to the first puncture mark, circling both entry and exit before moving on to the next. He worked quickly, but carefully, taking his time to make sure each literal pinprick wound was safeguarded from infection before he started to untie Jon's hands from the rope harness, helping the man to move his arms one at a time after holding them in that position for so long, giving special care to make sure his wrists hadn't been damaged from struggling.
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Without those bites or slaps, Jon expected the worst, and would spiral. Like a feral cat, he had to be slowly lead to new things. He thought about it all, sure. Jay had been the exception to his every rule. A little too young, very muscular, far too handsome, and yet? Jon was smitten in his own way.
That ribbon wasn't worth keeping, hell, Jon didn't think he was either. But, he was too tired to care much about anything. Moving as Jason instructed. Letting his dom clean up the wounds. Those tired blue eyes watching Jason. "Give me a few minutes, I'll take care o' you." His words mostly accent at the moment. A determination in his tired eyes, after all. He could easily see Jason had been affected. It was transactional in a way, but he didn't care at the moment. Jason deserved it, and Jon was nothing if not stubborn.
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Especially when that offer came, thick accent like warm honey against his ears. It was surprising, their fun didn't usually last much past the end of the scene. But for as much as Jason knew he probably should keep to the same rhythm of their previous times together...he very selfishly didn't want to discourage the older man. He settled for smiling, humming softly as he worked bony shoulders loose.
"A few minutes, hmm? I'd like to think you came harder than that, Doc. There's no rush. Close those pretty eyes and rest while I take this harness off of you. Then, you can settle Nightmare where he needs to go for the night and we can settle in and read a few chapters, hmm? See where the mood takes us." Light, playful. Not discouraging, but also not laying on the expectation of more. If it happened, it happened, but it didn't need to happen.
His hands were soft and warm as he started to untie the harness he'd wrapped around Jon's hips, and if he let his touches linger a little more than he usually would have...well, maybe he was testing the waters a little.
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Jay didn't even know about the Keeny's, here in Gotham he was just the professor who liked pain, horror movies and had an adorable bird. He was trying to make a life for himself, and despite how it may never be said, Jason was helping with that.
The tired accent a little more gravelly, as he spoke, it was true he had released harder than expected, and he pulled a lot out of him. Still, he wasn't as old as he seemed like, and he knew he could recover in a short while. While Jay's offers warmed something in him. "That sounds delightful, but after." He rumbled out. Shifting while Jay removed the harness, a light groan escaping at the lingering touches of those bony hips. "Come'ere."
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And, over the years, he'd learned that low, gravelly chuckle and deceptively strong fingers against his hips. He'd learned what that haunted face looked like free of stress and tension and the ghosts that he knew better than to ask about.
He didn't know the Keeny's, but he knew his Doc...and that was the important part.
The last of the ropes slipped free from the carefully crafted knots and Jason chuckled as he let himself toss the hank down next to his gear to be dealt with later. The drop cloth rustled as he climbed up onto the bed, trailing kisses and fingertips along Jon's body until he could lay out next to the older man, belly up and smiling as he idly curled his fingers in thick curls.
"Well, you got me. Now what are you going to do with me?"
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Jason was allowed to see the sides he hides from others, the pain in his eyes, what he can look like relaxed and even happy as he reads loud to Jason after their sessions. The years working together had made him someone to trust and open up too. He knew who Jonathan Crane really was, and that was all that mattered, just as Jon knew Jason was a softer person than he liked to show. Caring, supportive and someone who deserved more than life had given him.
As soon as the drop cloth rustled, and the kisses were trailed, a tired arm lifted and wrapped around Jason to haul him closer. Burying his face into Jason's neck. That pleasant rumble escaping as he felt Jason's fingers in his thick curly hair.
"Gonna hold you a few minutes, then we're gonna do whatever your heart desires. So start thinking on that, Jay." He muttered in that thick tired accent as he trailed soft kisses against the other's neck.
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He would have expected the man to pull away if he had. Pull away and maybe mumble a quiet apology, like laying in each other's arms was a line he couldn't cross without feeling like he was in the wrong. It made Jason smile to be allowed to press small, light kisses against the soft skin of his submissive's temple.
He didn't answer, didn't spoil the moment with words or suggestions. He simply allowed them both to exist in the moment, warm and content and wonderfully sated against the world outside that little bedroom. It was early to think about sleep, but the scene had been taxing and long and Jon was pleasantly exhausted in his arms. If sleep came, then so be it.
Who was he to turn away the chance to hold this tragically beautiful man all night?