[ 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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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. ]