[ considering the company they keep, him and dick have a large capacity for belief in weird shit. 'magical abilities' just helps sizhui fit right in. wrong place in the multiverse and history, with a cherry on top. go big or go home.
all the time he's spent sneaking glances after dick, jason doesn't have a problem recognizing the way sizhui looks at dick. he isn't blaming anyone for staring at dick, least of all when he's been looking himself. he can't help having goddamn eyes. the palpable tension, though, that part is interesting. it's never been like that with him and dick, so he can't help wondering what kind of chats these two have been having on the phone. and why he wasn't invited.
dumb question, he knows.
jason knows he never had a chance with dick, so he's perfectly chill with watching what goes down over the brim of sizhui's glass. he'll take what he can get.
'sparring,' right. he does his best not to snort at the excuse, easier to do when dick offers up what must have been a nasty looking wound before, like someone tried to carve him up.] He's got a couple real volatile friends, you know. [jason adds when sizhui starts to question it; who the fuck wouldn't when it looks like someone went after dick to kill him?
more importantly, jason watches with rapt attention as sizhui does his thing, totally not sexual. the glowing is a good sign he's working, jason knows firsthand. he cocks a brow.] Feeling the magic yet?
[a lot less terrifying than the shit rachel does, but sizhui's damn near sainthood. rachel'd probably start burning if she was in the same room as sizhui, probably burst into flames if she stepped into a damn church.]
[ Magical abilities. Sizhui doesn’t explain further than that, although Dick already knows he’ll eventually be asking. When Sizhui almost wants elaboration for his wound, Dick internally winces, but thankfully, it’s all brushed away as Sizhui graciously lets it go.
Not to mention that Jason backs him up. A curious glance is cast Jason’s way as he bends his other arm and props it onto the back of the daybed. He’s more supported like this, although it doesn’t do much for the suggestive position of practically lounging half naked in front of Sizhui.
Now, he’s no longer sure if he’s glad Jason’s here, watching. Raptly. Eyes focused on him and Sizhui like he knows there’s more going on here than just simple healing. If Dick were to tell himself it’s really just about the wound, he’d be lying.
Especially when his head lulls back and his eyes slide shut at the feeling over the wound. It starts off as warmth and then is coupled with a tingling sensation. He’s always had such sensitive sides, and getting wounded at such an active part of his body is never pleasant. Sizhui’s hand feels heavenly, lifting pain in their wake and replacing it with something he—really shouldn’t be getting turned on by.
Except he can’t help the way his breath catches on a deep, throaty hum when warm tingling replaces the tension at his side. ]
Yea. 'm feeling it. [ Trying to use words and answering Jason's question instead of making any more embarrassing noises. ]
[gifted and magically displaced sounds about right for sizhui; he was different back in his homeworld in certain ways too, it only makes sense for him to be the same here.
realizing jason's aware that this sort of injury is just a normal, every day occurrence doesn't make him feel any less worried, either.] A friend did this? [soft and under his breath for the most part. absolutely not, there's no way someone dick's supposed to be on good terms with did such a thing! ...is there? if so then why and what made him deserve someone trying to tear him apart?
he isn't totally oblivious to the tension either, but his attention has been focused elsewhere, concentration and energy poured into fixing what's leftover from dick's wound. bad as it looks, sizhui can only imagine how it feels, and the longer he considers, the more qi he channels in a desperate attempt at easing any pain dick might still have. his fingertips drift slowly up dick's side, dragging deliberately over each rib until they reach the end of the cut where new, pinkish skin has already formed from being held together by stitches. then he moves back down to start the process all over again, gaze lifting upward after dick tilts his head and shuts his eyes.
this surely looks suggestive enough, the two standing here, both of sizhui's hands shifting between them, even if the one not doing any healing at the moment is just tapping an absentminded rhythm against dick's sternum.
dick wouldn't have needed to say anything after a noise like that, it's plenty, but following it, he momentarily casts a glance over his shoulder toward jason, motions with the slightest tip of his head.] Are you getting attached to that drink, Jay? If not, you should bring it over here. [he turns back, unable to keep from smiling, wholeheartedly earnest despite the tinge of mischief.] I think Dick needs something to, ah, occupy himself with.
And Dick, you can sit since that might be easier. [his hands withdraw, left gesturing toward the sofa, the opposite motioning downward at where he himself will move next.] I could sit next to you or kneel at your side? Whichever is easiest.
[ despite their messed up relationship, even if jason was the nasty smear on dick's golden record, backing dick up comes as natural as breathing. after all, they're in that dirty little lie together. accomplices, even if that's the last thing on his mind when dick drapes himself across their daybed. half naked, damp, and in a pair of thin sweats that are doing them all some favors. despite the drink in his hand and being the proverbial devil on the shoulder in this situation, the whole damn scene has jason's mouth dry.
then dick's head lulls back, inviting jason's eyes back up, pupils blown wide. he has the nerve to make that noise, a deep rumbling hum that shoots right down to jason's belly with a lick of heat. ] Oh, I know how that feels. [ he comments lowly, meaning it in every single way.
he thought he'd gotten over this stupid crush. sizhui was a goddamn dream, more than jason deserved. and then dick had to fucking slink into their apartment, toting the pretty present for his goddamn birthday. messing up jason's life again.
he's outright staring and when sizhui glances back at him, he looks away, damn near spills sizhui's sugary concoction all over their floor. the tone of sizhui's voice leaves no room for jason to feel scolded, not with the mischief laced through it reminding jason that this is mutual. hell, he isn't the one touching on dick, is he?
but he isn't about to reject a chance for a closer view, walking over with a forced air of casual, when he's walking like he's stepping on eggshells. he's swapped the drink into the other hand, sucking a bit of spilled drink off his fingers before it turns sticky.] You know I got my own drink, [ he reminds sizhui like that even matters, his gaze not quiet staying on dick against just yet. lingering around him. ] Drink up, man. It'd be rude to refuse when he's doing you a favor already.
[ It unfolds like dominoes—one thing to the next. He stretches out on the daybed when Sizhui asks him to and then reaches out for the drink when Jason holds it out to him. It looks sugary and is as delicious as it seems when he takes a sip. It’s true, it’d be rude for him to turn it down when Sizhui is already at his side, knitting together the gash.
And it’d be a simple thing had the tension in the air not been palpable. If he wasn’t acutely aware of the way he couldn’t stop watching when Jason’s tongue comes and swipes the wetness off his own fingers. Or if he wasn’t thinking about the way Jason’s gaze traces around him, like he wants to see all of him.
He’s not even drunk.
After staring at Jason for a little too long, he closes his eyes, letting himself focus on the way Sizui’s hands drift over his skin. One leg is bent across the width of the daybed, the other stretched out in front of him as he half-props himself on the back. A breath sighs out again as a shiver runs up his spine. Though there’s tension in the air, the tension in his side relaxes under the sensation.
Is this really what Jason feels when he’s with Sizhui?
Dark lashes flutter as Dick looks at Sizhui, gaze lidded in his relaxation. It’s a relief as the pain ebbs away and it’s with a mix of fascination and gratefulness that he reaches out to edge a hand underneath Sizhui’s, letting his fingers drift over a soft, tingly palm. ]
[meanwhile, they haven't even gotten to the best part of it yet. watching dick stretch out though is a sight in and of itself; sizhui can't look away, aside from the partial half-glance he gives jason once his boyfriend comes to hand over the drink, which dick doesn't hesitate to drink from. his grin could almost rival the cheshire cat's whenever he does, the hand he's using for healing still gingerly working over dick's side, warm and steady.]
I know you do, [he confirms toward both of jason's statements, gaze lingering blatantly on those fingers after he's licked them clean. although it takes all his willpower to do so, he redirects his attention, hooded eyes considering how the older male's stretched across the couch.
perhaps he shouldn't, sizhui's taken things too far in one sense already, but the way dick's positioned alongside jay's staring really only spurs on the bad ideas.
imagine his surprise, however, when dick slides a hand underneath his, makes his breath catch by ghosting fingers across his palm.] Magic, [comes the simple answer and while he does, caution is thrown straight to the wind; he moves their hands until his fingers dip into the spaces between dick's, squeezes gingerly then sizhui balances a knee on the edge of the sofa, swings the other leg over dick's waist and straddles him with relative ease.] Back in my world, I'm what's called a ‘cultivator.’
To put it simply— [a moment's hesitation, long enough for his free hand to lift so he can turn toward jason again, coax him closer by crooking his fingers, a soft, breathy giggle following shortly afterward.] I'm what might be considered a wizard here in this world.
[ he doesn't anticipate the attention, but he'd be a liar if he said he didn't notice the long drawn out looks from dick and sizhui both. it's tempting to do more than just lick the sugary drink from his fingers, tempting to suck lewdly just because dick's looking -- but he doesn't. still thinks that dick would rather see sizhui doing something like that, and who could blame him? jason knows he's got a good mouth, but sizhui's got a face like a doll and he bets dick likes him more, anyway.
dick alone on their daybed was a pretty sight, but when sizhui gracefully straddles dick's lap like it was an invitation -- that's goddamn perfect. jason's gonna be seeing that in his dreams, for sure. the way sizhui is giving dick his bedroom eyes, jason isn't the only one thinking naughty thoughts.
he doesn't even know how sizhui manages to explain things as good as he does, because jason is thoroughly distracted. he doesn't need more reason to give in to the soft crook of sizhui's fingers, feet following the call before his brain even catches up, too busy staring. one hand slides into sizhui's hair, easy, familiar before settling on the back of sizhui's neck.] You hear that? He's a wizard, Harry.
[ joking, but jason wets his own lips, smirking with a cocked brow as he reaches forward to boldly dip a finger in dick's new drink.] He's real good with a wand, you know. Gonna give Harry a run for his money. [ and rather than bring his dripping fingers to his own mouth, he brings them right up to sizhui's.]
[ Magic, cultivar, wizard, all concepts that don’t find much purchase in Dick’s mind right now because Sizhui is straddling him, parting toned thighs over him, settling warm in his lap before he gestures for Jason to come closer. So they’re really doing this. This is now past the point of suggestive and deep in the territory of actually doing this and Dick can’t say he actually minds.
Jason comes close and Dick’s gaze slides up from where he’d been appreciating Sizhui in his lap to the finger that dips in his drink. ]
Yeah? A wand? [ There’s only one kind of wand he’s thinking when Jason’s fingers reach towards Sizhui’s mouth. The wide martini glass in his hand tips as he props himself up, all too entranced at the scene unfolding right in his lap. He’s not even drunk enough to justify the way the glass tips with his movement, the way he’s all too unaware of the liquid reaching too close to the lip of the glass.
He brings it to his mouth to take a sip, lower lip getting caught on his teeth as he barely tastes the drink. There's that distinct pool of heat starting in his lower belly as his fingers fold between Sizhui's. ] Does it taste better when it’s on Jason?
[had jason done what he'd been tempted to, there's a likely chance both sizhui and dick wouldn't be able to look away from him. he needs to give himself more credit; after all, they're both watching him now as he draws closer and the moment a hand finds his hair, sizhui's practically putty in jason's hands. gods, it's already so much, it's a wonder he doesn't lose it right there— but then jason's hand finds his nape, earning a breathless, shaking sigh and a faint roll of his hips against dick's.
if he'd known more about the joke between them, he very well would've laughed because it is funny, although he does smile anyhow despite not quite understanding.
his gaze flickers from where jason dips his fingers into dick's drink, to the digits resting near his mouth at the moment then fleetingly back to dick, considering the question. rather than answer, however, he grins wider and turns again, opens his mouth to catch some sticky alcoholic drops before taking the fingers in with a needy-sounding groan, his own cinching firmer around dick's once their hands are more properly interlocked.
even if he can't answer verbally, that doesn't mean he won't answer at all. instead, sizhui makes a show out of it, takes jason's fingers deeper, purses his lips and sucks like it's his dick in his mouth rather than just a couple digits. he does manage the slightest nod though, avoiding letting his teeth press too hard while he grinds against dick's lap again.]
[ all the shit that's happened in his life right down to batman and ancient china, this is most unbelievable thing to happen to him. he's nothing but super aware of the faint little roll of sizhui's hips in dick's lap. when sizhui's lips wrap around his fingers, making the biggest lewdest show of it... jason's pretty sure he's going to wake up in his bed with a furious boner if he hasn't creamed his shorts by then.
and then sizhui groans, tries to deepthroat jason's fingers, and shamelessly grinds against dick's lap. jason doesn't know what he's done to deserve such a treat. he bites down on his own lip, gaze locked on sizhui's mouth. holy hell, sizhui's amazing.
jason's hand lingers on the nape of his neck, idly rubbing there while he can't help murmuring a little praise. ] Doesn't he have a great mouth?
[ he pulls his fingers slowly from sizhui's mouth, gaze slowly flitting back to dick, a brow rising in challenge. ] My mouth isn't too bad either.
[ If his dick wasn’t already interested, it certainly is now, with the first subtle tilt of Sizhui’s hips into his, pulling out a low, quiet groan that’s more breath than sound. He’s so drawn in by the sight of Jason’s fingers sliding into Sizhui’s mouth, deeper and deeper, plush, soft looking lips wrapped around them as if they were something else. Jason asks a question and Dick’s turning his head before his gaze actually lifts, reluctantly looking away.
He has to swallow, as he nods, until his mouth’s parting with an overt grind into his lap this time. His gaze snaps back to Sizhui just in time to catch the way Jason’s fingers slowly tug out of Sizhui’s mouth, wet, shiny saliva dragged along. Fuck. And he’s right there with Jason thinking that this must be some fucked up dream. Especially when Jason tells him that. That’s a challenge if he’s ever heard one, and Jason is nothing but ever challenging. ]
Yeah, wouldn’t be—Fuck[ Surprised doesn’t make it out. Between holding Sizhui’s hand and holding the drink and reclining and watching Jason, the weight on his elbow slips up as he tries to lower the glass to the ground. The movement jolts his and Sizhui’s collective weight so the cold, sticky liquid pours down his front, cold against too-hot skin, all over his hand and into his lap, making him hiss with a shudder. The glass dangles where he catches it—fast reflexes never failing even when he’s in the wildest situation ever.
But it’s a challenge. Jason’s a challenge, and he’s never backed down from Jason as a challenge. The glass gets put off to the side somewhere, on a surface Dick doesn’t pay attention to. Then, he’s reaching out, acting on pure instinct to slide his wet hand right underneath Jason’s shirt, smearing cold and sticky and wet along the planes and dips of muscle he only feels but wants to see. His breath catches in another groan as his gaze drags from Sizhui to Jason. He pulls Jason closer, warm, heated browns holding Jason’s. ]
[lucky for all three of them, this isn't actually a dream and there's no fear of waking up unfulfilled. dick's barely-there groan spurs him on, has sizhui's hips shifting more intently, the hand that isn't occupied propped against dick's chest, fingertips pressed firm, the blunt of his nails teasing oh-so-faintly. he flutters his eyelashes, tears his gaze away from jason long enough to slant dick a glance as his tongue darts between jason's fingers, mouth quirking at one side in a halfhearted smirk.
whenever jason withdraws, he whimpers softly, exhales a breathless, trembling sigh and tilts his head into the hand still stroking his neck. after reopening his eyes just in time to catch dick looking at him again, an actual smile comes across his face, lips spit-shiny and somewhat swollen.
before he's given the chance to comment about jason's remark too, there's the slightest jostle, his hand lifts from dick's chest as if he might reach to help catch the glass, though with his own inebriation taken into account, he isn't quite fast enough. dick is though and while they won't have to clean up broken glass, there's definitely cold, wet slush seeping into dick's sweatpants and his own tights.] Ah...! [a quick shift and he's rocked up on his knees, his hand finding jason's forearm for momentary balance then sizhui lifts the edge of his dress, hooks the waistband of his leggings and carefully works them off each leg, tosses them over his shoulder once he manages.
and once his attention is back on the two of them, it takes all his willpower to not grin like a fool; dick's hand has disappeared up jason's shirt, probably searching for a reaction and likely spreading spilled alcoholic slush. okay, so maybe he smiles a little in spite of himself but.]Yes, [then he reaches for jason's hand, laces their fingers together, tugtugtugs for incentive.] You're much too far away still.
[with that, he scoots back the faintest amount on dick's thighs and dips forward, brushes his mouth over the man's abdomen, lapping up some sweet stickiness off his skin.]
[ if anyone worried that dick's morals were too good to be caught up in this, that concern is dead and buried. he's so into this and jason can barely believe it. so fucking into it, he's spilling his drink, the sugary cold dripping down onto dick's naked chest where jason's eyes inevitably linger. he has to swallow the growing lump in his throat, all kinds of messed up turned on when he's spent too much of his life jerking off over dick grayson like it's a goddamn shame. and now this is happening? unreal.
he sucks in a breath that comes out as an amused snort when sizhui doesn't waste time in working his leggings off his legs like this is normal. he holds his arm for leverage, keeps steady in dick's lap while he strips down to just his dress, flashing naked legs everything. god, he's done nothing but put on a show. jason's pretty sure he knows a couple chinese men that would lose their minds if they knew how jason had corrupted him.
despite his mouth, it's still a shocker when dick reaches for him. he shivers a little when dick's hand creeps under his shirt, smearing cold drippy sugary mess on him that has him sucking in another gasp twisted with a sharp, hiss. his ears catch and latch onto that groan from dick, his eyes flitting up from the spill dripping down dick's naked chest up to his eyes as he's tugged forward. sizhui chimes in that he's too far away, echoing dick and that's -- despite mouthing off, he didn't think dick would want him closer. guess he was wrong. he exhales a breathless, rough chuckle and steadies himself on the back of the sofa, leaning in, gaze dipping down to dick's mouth. he leans in close enough their breath is mingling, so fucking close he's teasing himself.
then he pulls away from both of them, chuckling as he walks backwards. ] You guys know there's a whole damn bed waiting on us, right? That can actually fit us? [ he pulls his shirt over his head before turning away, hopefully leading the way back to the bedroom. ]
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all the time he's spent sneaking glances after dick, jason doesn't have a problem recognizing the way sizhui looks at dick. he isn't blaming anyone for staring at dick, least of all when he's been looking himself. he can't help having goddamn eyes. the palpable tension, though, that part is interesting. it's never been like that with him and dick, so he can't help wondering what kind of chats these two have been having on the phone. and why he wasn't invited.
dumb question, he knows.
jason knows he never had a chance with dick, so he's perfectly chill with watching what goes down over the brim of sizhui's glass. he'll take what he can get.
'sparring,' right. he does his best not to snort at the excuse, easier to do when dick offers up what must have been a nasty looking wound before, like someone tried to carve him up.] He's got a couple real volatile friends, you know. [jason adds when sizhui starts to question it; who the fuck wouldn't when it looks like someone went after dick to kill him?
more importantly, jason watches with rapt attention as sizhui does his thing, totally not sexual. the glowing is a good sign he's working, jason knows firsthand. he cocks a brow.] Feeling the magic yet?
[a lot less terrifying than the shit rachel does, but sizhui's damn near sainthood. rachel'd probably start burning if she was in the same room as sizhui, probably burst into flames if she stepped into a damn church.]
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Not to mention that Jason backs him up. A curious glance is cast Jason’s way as he bends his other arm and props it onto the back of the daybed. He’s more supported like this, although it doesn’t do much for the suggestive position of practically lounging half naked in front of Sizhui.
Now, he’s no longer sure if he’s glad Jason’s here, watching. Raptly. Eyes focused on him and Sizhui like he knows there’s more going on here than just simple healing. If Dick were to tell himself it’s really just about the wound, he’d be lying.
Especially when his head lulls back and his eyes slide shut at the feeling over the wound. It starts off as warmth and then is coupled with a tingling sensation. He’s always had such sensitive sides, and getting wounded at such an active part of his body is never pleasant. Sizhui’s hand feels heavenly, lifting pain in their wake and replacing it with something he—really shouldn’t be getting turned on by.
Except he can’t help the way his breath catches on a deep, throaty hum when warm tingling replaces the tension at his side. ]
Yea. 'm feeling it. [ Trying to use words and answering Jason's question instead of making any more embarrassing noises. ]
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realizing jason's aware that this sort of injury is just a normal, every day occurrence doesn't make him feel any less worried, either.] A friend did this? [soft and under his breath for the most part. absolutely not, there's no way someone dick's supposed to be on good terms with did such a thing! ...is there? if so then why and what made him deserve someone trying to tear him apart?
he isn't totally oblivious to the tension either, but his attention has been focused elsewhere, concentration and energy poured into fixing what's leftover from dick's wound. bad as it looks, sizhui can only imagine how it feels, and the longer he considers, the more qi he channels in a desperate attempt at easing any pain dick might still have. his fingertips drift slowly up dick's side, dragging deliberately over each rib until they reach the end of the cut where new, pinkish skin has already formed from being held together by stitches. then he moves back down to start the process all over again, gaze lifting upward after dick tilts his head and shuts his eyes.
this surely looks suggestive enough, the two standing here, both of sizhui's hands shifting between them, even if the one not doing any healing at the moment is just tapping an absentminded rhythm against dick's sternum.
dick wouldn't have needed to say anything after a noise like that, it's plenty, but following it, he momentarily casts a glance over his shoulder toward jason, motions with the slightest tip of his head.] Are you getting attached to that drink, Jay? If not, you should bring it over here. [he turns back, unable to keep from smiling, wholeheartedly earnest despite the tinge of mischief.] I think Dick needs something to, ah, occupy himself with.
And Dick, you can sit since that might be easier. [his hands withdraw, left gesturing toward the sofa, the opposite motioning downward at where he himself will move next.] I could sit next to you or kneel at your side? Whichever is easiest.
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then dick's head lulls back, inviting jason's eyes back up, pupils blown wide. he has the nerve to make that noise, a deep rumbling hum that shoots right down to jason's belly with a lick of heat. ] Oh, I know how that feels. [ he comments lowly, meaning it in every single way.
he thought he'd gotten over this stupid crush. sizhui was a goddamn dream, more than jason deserved. and then dick had to fucking slink into their apartment, toting the pretty present for his goddamn birthday. messing up jason's life again.
he's outright staring and when sizhui glances back at him, he looks away, damn near spills sizhui's sugary concoction all over their floor. the tone of sizhui's voice leaves no room for jason to feel scolded, not with the mischief laced through it reminding jason that this is mutual. hell, he isn't the one touching on dick, is he?
but he isn't about to reject a chance for a closer view, walking over with a forced air of casual, when he's walking like he's stepping on eggshells. he's swapped the drink into the other hand, sucking a bit of spilled drink off his fingers before it turns sticky.] You know I got my own drink, [ he reminds sizhui like that even matters, his gaze not quiet staying on dick against just yet. lingering around him. ] Drink up, man. It'd be rude to refuse when he's doing you a favor already.
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And it’d be a simple thing had the tension in the air not been palpable. If he wasn’t acutely aware of the way he couldn’t stop watching when Jason’s tongue comes and swipes the wetness off his own fingers. Or if he wasn’t thinking about the way Jason’s gaze traces around him, like he wants to see all of him.
He’s not even drunk.
After staring at Jason for a little too long, he closes his eyes, letting himself focus on the way Sizui’s hands drift over his skin. One leg is bent across the width of the daybed, the other stretched out in front of him as he half-props himself on the back. A breath sighs out again as a shiver runs up his spine. Though there’s tension in the air, the tension in his side relaxes under the sensation.
Is this really what Jason feels when he’s with Sizhui?
Dark lashes flutter as Dick looks at Sizhui, gaze lidded in his relaxation. It’s a relief as the pain ebbs away and it’s with a mix of fascination and gratefulness that he reaches out to edge a hand underneath Sizhui’s, letting his fingers drift over a soft, tingly palm. ]
How are you—doing that?
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I know you do, [he confirms toward both of jason's statements, gaze lingering blatantly on those fingers after he's licked them clean. although it takes all his willpower to do so, he redirects his attention, hooded eyes considering how the older male's stretched across the couch.
perhaps he shouldn't, sizhui's taken things too far in one sense already, but the way dick's positioned alongside jay's staring really only spurs on the bad ideas.
imagine his surprise, however, when dick slides a hand underneath his, makes his breath catch by ghosting fingers across his palm.] Magic, [comes the simple answer and while he does, caution is thrown straight to the wind; he moves their hands until his fingers dip into the spaces between dick's, squeezes gingerly then sizhui balances a knee on the edge of the sofa, swings the other leg over dick's waist and straddles him with relative ease.] Back in my world, I'm what's called a ‘cultivator.’
To put it simply— [a moment's hesitation, long enough for his free hand to lift so he can turn toward jason again, coax him closer by crooking his fingers, a soft, breathy giggle following shortly afterward.] I'm what might be considered a wizard here in this world.
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dick alone on their daybed was a pretty sight, but when sizhui gracefully straddles dick's lap like it was an invitation -- that's goddamn perfect. jason's gonna be seeing that in his dreams, for sure. the way sizhui is giving dick his bedroom eyes, jason isn't the only one thinking naughty thoughts.
he doesn't even know how sizhui manages to explain things as good as he does, because jason is thoroughly distracted. he doesn't need more reason to give in to the soft crook of sizhui's fingers, feet following the call before his brain even catches up, too busy staring. one hand slides into sizhui's hair, easy, familiar before settling on the back of sizhui's neck.] You hear that? He's a wizard, Harry.
[ joking, but jason wets his own lips, smirking with a cocked brow as he reaches forward to boldly dip a finger in dick's new drink.] He's real good with a wand, you know. Gonna give Harry a run for his money. [ and rather than bring his dripping fingers to his own mouth, he brings them right up to sizhui's.]
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Jason comes close and Dick’s gaze slides up from where he’d been appreciating Sizhui in his lap to the finger that dips in his drink. ]
Yeah? A wand? [ There’s only one kind of wand he’s thinking when Jason’s fingers reach towards Sizhui’s mouth. The wide martini glass in his hand tips as he props himself up, all too entranced at the scene unfolding right in his lap. He’s not even drunk enough to justify the way the glass tips with his movement, the way he’s all too unaware of the liquid reaching too close to the lip of the glass.
He brings it to his mouth to take a sip, lower lip getting caught on his teeth as he barely tastes the drink. There's that distinct pool of heat starting in his lower belly as his fingers fold between Sizhui's. ] Does it taste better when it’s on Jason?
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if he'd known more about the joke between them, he very well would've laughed because it is funny, although he does smile anyhow despite not quite understanding.
his gaze flickers from where jason dips his fingers into dick's drink, to the digits resting near his mouth at the moment then fleetingly back to dick, considering the question. rather than answer, however, he grins wider and turns again, opens his mouth to catch some sticky alcoholic drops before taking the fingers in with a needy-sounding groan, his own cinching firmer around dick's once their hands are more properly interlocked.
even if he can't answer verbally, that doesn't mean he won't answer at all. instead, sizhui makes a show out of it, takes jason's fingers deeper, purses his lips and sucks like it's his dick in his mouth rather than just a couple digits. he does manage the slightest nod though, avoiding letting his teeth press too hard while he grinds against dick's lap again.]
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and then sizhui groans, tries to deepthroat jason's fingers, and shamelessly grinds against dick's lap. jason doesn't know what he's done to deserve such a treat. he bites down on his own lip, gaze locked on sizhui's mouth. holy hell, sizhui's amazing.
jason's hand lingers on the nape of his neck, idly rubbing there while he can't help murmuring a little praise. ] Doesn't he have a great mouth?
[ he pulls his fingers slowly from sizhui's mouth, gaze slowly flitting back to dick, a brow rising in challenge. ] My mouth isn't too bad either.
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He has to swallow, as he nods, until his mouth’s parting with an overt grind into his lap this time. His gaze snaps back to Sizhui just in time to catch the way Jason’s fingers slowly tug out of Sizhui’s mouth, wet, shiny saliva dragged along. Fuck. And he’s right there with Jason thinking that this must be some fucked up dream. Especially when Jason tells him that. That’s a challenge if he’s ever heard one, and Jason is nothing but ever challenging. ]
Yeah, wouldn’t be—Fuck[ Surprised doesn’t make it out. Between holding Sizhui’s hand and holding the drink and reclining and watching Jason, the weight on his elbow slips up as he tries to lower the glass to the ground. The movement jolts his and Sizhui’s collective weight so the cold, sticky liquid pours down his front, cold against too-hot skin, all over his hand and into his lap, making him hiss with a shudder. The glass dangles where he catches it—fast reflexes never failing even when he’s in the wildest situation ever.
But it’s a challenge. Jason’s a challenge, and he’s never backed down from Jason as a challenge. The glass gets put off to the side somewhere, on a surface Dick doesn’t pay attention to. Then, he’s reaching out, acting on pure instinct to slide his wet hand right underneath Jason’s shirt, smearing cold and sticky and wet along the planes and dips of muscle he only feels but wants to see. His breath catches in another groan as his gaze drags from Sizhui to Jason. He pulls Jason closer, warm, heated browns holding Jason’s. ]
Come here and show us.
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whenever jason withdraws, he whimpers softly, exhales a breathless, trembling sigh and tilts his head into the hand still stroking his neck. after reopening his eyes just in time to catch dick looking at him again, an actual smile comes across his face, lips spit-shiny and somewhat swollen.
before he's given the chance to comment about jason's remark too, there's the slightest jostle, his hand lifts from dick's chest as if he might reach to help catch the glass, though with his own inebriation taken into account, he isn't quite fast enough. dick is though and while they won't have to clean up broken glass, there's definitely cold, wet slush seeping into dick's sweatpants and his own tights.] Ah...! [a quick shift and he's rocked up on his knees, his hand finding jason's forearm for momentary balance then sizhui lifts the edge of his dress, hooks the waistband of his leggings and carefully works them off each leg, tosses them over his shoulder once he manages.
and once his attention is back on the two of them, it takes all his willpower to not grin like a fool; dick's hand has disappeared up jason's shirt, probably searching for a reaction and likely spreading spilled alcoholic slush. okay, so maybe he smiles a little in spite of himself but.] Yes, [then he reaches for jason's hand, laces their fingers together, tugtugtugs for incentive.] You're much too far away still.
[with that, he scoots back the faintest amount on dick's thighs and dips forward, brushes his mouth over the man's abdomen, lapping up some sweet stickiness off his skin.]
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he sucks in a breath that comes out as an amused snort when sizhui doesn't waste time in working his leggings off his legs like this is normal. he holds his arm for leverage, keeps steady in dick's lap while he strips down to just his dress, flashing naked legs everything. god, he's done nothing but put on a show. jason's pretty sure he knows a couple chinese men that would lose their minds if they knew how jason had corrupted him.
despite his mouth, it's still a shocker when dick reaches for him. he shivers a little when dick's hand creeps under his shirt, smearing cold drippy sugary mess on him that has him sucking in another gasp twisted with a sharp, hiss. his ears catch and latch onto that groan from dick, his eyes flitting up from the spill dripping down dick's naked chest up to his eyes as he's tugged forward. sizhui chimes in that he's too far away, echoing dick and that's -- despite mouthing off, he didn't think dick would want him closer. guess he was wrong. he exhales a breathless, rough chuckle and steadies himself on the back of the sofa, leaning in, gaze dipping down to dick's mouth. he leans in close enough their breath is mingling, so fucking close he's teasing himself.
then he pulls away from both of them, chuckling as he walks backwards. ] You guys know there's a whole damn bed waiting on us, right? That can actually fit us? [ he pulls his shirt over his head before turning away, hopefully leading the way back to the bedroom. ]