[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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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. ]