[That laugh was delicious. He'd heard it just enough to know he could lose himself in it if he wasn't careful. Soft and honest but always with just a little bit of surprise. Like the other man couldn't believe he was making such a sound. That he was able to make such a sound.
He remembered what it had been like when he'd first started to laugh again and he could believe that doubt. He'd felt it, after all.
Their shirts landed somewhere, splashes of already fabric as their lips came back together, his Other's erection pressed against his thigh and Jason groaned against the other man's lips as he sank into the kiss. It wasn't slow, but he didn't want to rush it, either. He took his time, enjoying the simple joy of making out with someone he wanted to touch. He didn't know the other man's history, but he knew that it had taken himself a long time to learn that kissing could be nice. That it didn't have to be power games and teeth. He didn't know the other man's history, but if he was the first person to kiss him properly, he wanted to do it right.
One hand cradled the back of Jason's neck, elbow planted into the mattress to hold his weight, but the other slipped down to trace over newly bared skin. He explored with that same sense of unhurried patience, fingers tracing scars and muscle alike. His fingers found the grooves of ribs and he hummed into Jason's mouth as he rolled the calloused pad of his thumb over his Counterpart's nipple.]
[ People were never gentle with him. Alfred could be and Barbara too. But they were Bruce's people. His allies. Their loyalty wouldn't stretch enough to cover him when he rolled back into town with a vendetta the size of city itself. They'd stop him. Tell him he was wrong, when nothing had felt more right at the time. Maybe it was genuine in a quiet kind of way, when Bruce wasn't looking to scold them for it. Or maybe it just served a purpose. Either way, it wasn't his to keep.
Even when he finally escaped Arkham, there hadn't been a kind word or warmth for him out there. Just Deathstroke, shoving a tracker down his throat.
When he came here, he'd been dumb enough to think things could be different. And in a lot of ways they were. Bruce was still an asshole, but for once it felt like he had someone in his corner. Who wanted to do things right by him and that was...that was the most incredible feeling in the world.
Maybe even better than the perfect way their lips met and how his Other cradled him by the neck. Kissing him like he's the only thing in the world that mattered. It wasn't better than this. But it was a close second. He liked the way Jason's hands explored him, and he willed himself not to flinch when a finger brushed over a scar or an old injury that never quite healed right. He did gasp, though, when the pad of his Counterpart's thumb teased at his nipple. He'd never imagined anything like this -- being touched, being desired and it's something warm and good. ]
You trying to drive me crazy? It's working.
[ His own hands worked across Jason's skin, finding where it was smooth and where jagged lengths of scars were. Like he was trying to map them out, memorize them. ]
[There was a lot to map out. On both of them, though the types of hurt varied a little. The Other's fingers roamed over flash burn scars on his shoulders while his own grazed over the jagged leavings of damage he couldn't imagine. Their lives were written there in the lines scrawled across their bodies, but there? In that moment with just the two of them in the quiet of his personal apartment? There was no pain. No hurt. Just the quiet sounds of their kissing and the delicate slide of skin against skin.
Words broke the quiet and Jason answered it with a chuckle, pulling back enough to smirk down at that oh so familiar face.]
Oh, baby. If this is driving you crazy, you'd better buckle the fuck up, cause I'm only just warming you up.
[He shifted, holding his weight on his knees so that he could slide his hands down along the other man's arms. He kept his touch gentle, but he didn't hesitate to gather Jason's wrists up in his hands and gently guide them up over the other man's head, gently pinning them to the mattress.]
We're gunna use the stoplight system for now. Red is immediate and complete stop. Yellow means you need me to slow down or take a break to let you process something. Green, you're good to go and want to continue. Got it?
Get a good grip on the blanket. What's your color? How's that feel?
[ There was something snarky living on the edge of Jay's tongue. Nothing especially vicious. But a barb to needle his Other because he liked teasing him, almost as much as he liked kissing him. But it withered, dying a quiet, unceremonious death as Jason gathered up his wrists and put them over his head. He thought maybe there would be a swell of panic in his chest. Or maybe his heart would beat too fast and burst out of his chest. But he took a moment to let himself feel his feelings and he felt.
He felt okay. Because he still could move in Jason's grip. He could twist his wrists and knew about a dozen ways to escape if he needed it. He didn't need it. He curled his fingers into the blanket while he internalized Jason's instructions. It worked for him and nodded. ]
Green. I'm good. Show me what else you got, tough guy.
[It took more effort than he cared to admit, but Jason waited for that 'green'. He didn't pull away, didn't leave the man stretched out on the bed to feel like he was being left, but he'd felt the need to use the stoplight system for a reason and he wasn't going to instantly negate the whole damned conversation because he was impatient.
He didn't know his Other's history...but he remembered the drastic and complete change between sex on other people's terms to sex on his own. Everyone deserved to decide what did or didn't happen to their own body, after all. Consent was important in every aspect, not just sex.
As soon as he had that 'green', he groaned and let his head drop so that he could resume that lazy making out, this time letting himself kiss his Other a little harder and a little deeper. He took his time to properly taste and explore, then eased back just enough to graze lips and teeth against the other man's throat as he worked his way down to flick his tongue out over the Other's nipple.]
[ It’s been a long time since he felt close enough to someone to let them see him like this. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t met anyone he found attractive. There’d been plenty. But so much of his life had been of kilter for so long – as Bruce’s partner and Joker’s prisoner. Then the embodiment of Batman’s destruction. He was the Arkham Knight and there just hadn’t been any room to be anything else to anyone.
He hadn’t wanted to make room either. Until now, because there was something safe being here with his doppelganger. And everything wrong in his life felt like it was too far away to matter. He’d never say it, but he wanted to wrap himself around this moment, keep it close so it wouldn’t have to end and he could feel normal for once.
He met that kiss eagerly, lips parted and tongue working against his Other’s while he savored the taste of the other man’s mouth against his own. When Jason shifted and moved his mouth against his throat, he tilted his head back to give as much access as possible. His fingers flexed when he felt the warmth of Jason’s mouth around his nipple. ]
Shit.
[ He hissed, voice low. He hadn’t expected it to feel so nice and that feeling went straight to his cock. ]
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He remembered what it had been like when he'd first started to laugh again and he could believe that doubt. He'd felt it, after all.
Their shirts landed somewhere, splashes of already fabric as their lips came back together, his Other's erection pressed against his thigh and Jason groaned against the other man's lips as he sank into the kiss. It wasn't slow, but he didn't want to rush it, either. He took his time, enjoying the simple joy of making out with someone he wanted to touch. He didn't know the other man's history, but he knew that it had taken himself a long time to learn that kissing could be nice. That it didn't have to be power games and teeth. He didn't know the other man's history, but if he was the first person to kiss him properly, he wanted to do it right.
One hand cradled the back of Jason's neck, elbow planted into the mattress to hold his weight, but the other slipped down to trace over newly bared skin. He explored with that same sense of unhurried patience, fingers tracing scars and muscle alike. His fingers found the grooves of ribs and he hummed into Jason's mouth as he rolled the calloused pad of his thumb over his Counterpart's nipple.]
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Even when he finally escaped Arkham, there hadn't been a kind word or warmth for him out there. Just Deathstroke, shoving a tracker down his throat.
When he came here, he'd been dumb enough to think things could be different. And in a lot of ways they were. Bruce was still an asshole, but for once it felt like he had someone in his corner. Who wanted to do things right by him and that was...that was the most incredible feeling in the world.
Maybe even better than the perfect way their lips met and how his Other cradled him by the neck. Kissing him like he's the only thing in the world that mattered. It wasn't better than this. But it was a close second. He liked the way Jason's hands explored him, and he willed himself not to flinch when a finger brushed over a scar or an old injury that never quite healed right. He did gasp, though, when the pad of his Counterpart's thumb teased at his nipple. He'd never imagined anything like this -- being touched, being desired and it's something warm and good. ]
You trying to drive me crazy? It's working.
[ His own hands worked across Jason's skin, finding where it was smooth and where jagged lengths of scars were. Like he was trying to map them out, memorize them. ]
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Words broke the quiet and Jason answered it with a chuckle, pulling back enough to smirk down at that oh so familiar face.]
Oh, baby. If this is driving you crazy, you'd better buckle the fuck up, cause I'm only just warming you up.
[He shifted, holding his weight on his knees so that he could slide his hands down along the other man's arms. He kept his touch gentle, but he didn't hesitate to gather Jason's wrists up in his hands and gently guide them up over the other man's head, gently pinning them to the mattress.]
We're gunna use the stoplight system for now. Red is immediate and complete stop. Yellow means you need me to slow down or take a break to let you process something. Green, you're good to go and want to continue. Got it?
Get a good grip on the blanket. What's your color? How's that feel?
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He felt okay. Because he still could move in Jason's grip. He could twist his wrists and knew about a dozen ways to escape if he needed it. He didn't need it. He curled his fingers into the blanket while he internalized Jason's instructions. It worked for him and nodded. ]
Green. I'm good. Show me what else you got, tough guy.
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He didn't know his Other's history...but he remembered the drastic and complete change between sex on other people's terms to sex on his own. Everyone deserved to decide what did or didn't happen to their own body, after all. Consent was important in every aspect, not just sex.
As soon as he had that 'green', he groaned and let his head drop so that he could resume that lazy making out, this time letting himself kiss his Other a little harder and a little deeper. He took his time to properly taste and explore, then eased back just enough to graze lips and teeth against the other man's throat as he worked his way down to flick his tongue out over the Other's nipple.]
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He hadn’t wanted to make room either. Until now, because there was something safe being here with his doppelganger. And everything wrong in his life felt like it was too far away to matter. He’d never say it, but he wanted to wrap himself around this moment, keep it close so it wouldn’t have to end and he could feel normal for once.
He met that kiss eagerly, lips parted and tongue working against his Other’s while he savored the taste of the other man’s mouth against his own. When Jason shifted and moved his mouth against his throat, he tilted his head back to give as much access as possible. His fingers flexed when he felt the warmth of Jason’s mouth around his nipple. ]
Shit.
[ He hissed, voice low. He hadn’t expected it to feel so nice and that feeling went straight to his cock. ]