sexting: open post

[hoodforhire]

u busy?

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[it's a dick pic.]

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[notlikeanyone]

Yes I'm busy.




Also I think you have the wrong number.

[hoodforhire]

u really think so?

r u just scared i know exactly who im texting?

[notlikeanyone]

No. Why would that be scary anyway?

I just thought you were making a pun.

[Dick pic = meant for Dick, obviously.]

[hoodforhire]

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[oh look, Jason's hand is on it now, foreskin pried back, head glistening.]

i don't make puns

[notlikeanyone]

[Oh. Well.]

I can see that. You look like you're having enough fun without the need for bad humor.

Marks out of 10 - 6 for the first, 8 for the second. More interesting composition.

[hoodforhire]

does that mean u will send me 1 in return?

1 / 2 strike outs deleted

[notlikeanyone]

What? No. Why?

Mayb
If you ask nicely
Do you really want me to

No.

2 / 2

[notlikeanyone]

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[One picture of Tim sliding a gloved hand into the open zipper of his Red Robin suit right over his dick but not exposing anything more than the suggestive shape of the tight leather and a hint of stomach. Look, he said he was busy.]

nngg ohgod timmy~

[hoodforhire]

[well, this night is just getting better and better.]

i sent u 2 pics

[notlikeanyone]

You only asked for one.

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[In this pic, the zipper is pulled down lower so that Tim's suit is more open, and he has his hand wrapped around himself, pushing his armored jock down almost entirely. There's a hint of bared skin showing under his thumb, and just a little peek at his shaft at the base.

Wow what is he doing. So much for patrol.]

[hoodforhire]

much better

[Jason spends some time looking. All those little bare slivers of skin. It's enough to wet his mouth.]

u hard? can't tell from the pic

[notlikeanyone]

Getting there.

[With two pictures of Jason to work with, yeah. He's spending his time... getting there.]

[hoodforhire]

wanna skype?

[notlikeanyone]

[Should he, really...]



Okay, sure.

[hoodforhire]

[of course he shouldn't. But Jason is glad he agrees to it without any further convincing. When the call comes in, Jason's face appears. Unmasked, a little gritty around his jaw with stubble, and from the looks of things, naked at least from the waist up.]

Show me your dick.

[Big ole grin as he says that. Did you think this was gonna be pleasant, Tim?]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim has his cowl pushed back, the open zipper showing a narrow v of skin from his collarbone downwards, and he's got his back to a wall, half-way into the shadows - he's found himself a good, private rooftop hideaway for this. Honestly, he's already got a hand in his pants, agreeing to skype doesn't seem like that big a step. Besides, he can always hang up.

Which he almost does, but it's not like he was expecting Jason to be nice.]

Say please.

[hoodforhire]

Come on. You've already got it out, right? Just angle the cam down. Lemme look at you.

[pfft. Jason Todd does not say 'please'.]

[notlikeanyone]

[It was worth a try.]

... Fine.

[Tim frowns slightly, sounding grudging in his agreement, but there's a faint tinge of colour to his cheeks. He moves the phone down, giving a quick, blurry pan down his his body and the long, open line of the zipper exposing hints of chest and stomach - his Red Robin suit is basically an armoured leather catsuit, after all. He still has a hand wrapped around his cock, tugging it out of the slit in his uniform, and he lets Jason see him giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, rasping his thumb over the head.]

[hoodforhire]

There we go. That's nice.

[Jason slumps back on his couch, watching with rapt attention. Tim's a good looking kid. Jason's in the mood to mess with somebody, and it may as well be someone like him.]

Give it a little squeeze at the head.

[notlikeanyone]

[Although Jason can't see it, Tim's flush deepens a little at the sort-of compliment - well, considering how Jason usually talks to him, he'll take the older ex-Robin saying that the current display is nice as a compliment. Without really pausing to think about it, he does as Jason says, and moves his hand to give himself a small squeeze at the head, making a quiet mmn noise in response to how it feels.]

Like that?

[Wait, when did this turn into him following Jason's instructions?]

[hoodforhire]

Just like that.

[Oh come on. Tim was a follower to the core, a good little soldier. And for some stupid reason, he trusted that Jason wasn't recording this or broadcasting it to Wayne Manor or whatever sick things he could come up with. It's kinda cute, actually.]

Toy with your slit for me. Show me how nice 'n wet it is.

[notlikeanyone]

... Hmmn.

[Tim frowns and bites his lower lip as he follows that instruction as well. He shifts his grip so that he can run one gloved fingertip over his slit, playing with it and making it bead with glistening pre-come, right on camera. He makes another low noise, and sucks in a careful, deep breath.

It's not so much that he trusts Jason not to record this, and more that he's planning to break into Jason's phone and delete everything himself, later.]

Shouldn't you... uhm, be showing me something?

[hoodforhire]

[Jason rolls his eyes. He's glad that Tim's preoccupied, with the camera angled down. After all, he doesn't want to ruin the moment. For now, he just ignores the kid's whining.]

If I was there, I'd lick that shit up. Look at it. Pooled there. Take a taste for me.

[notlikeanyone]

[Rude, Jason.

Tim pauses for a long moment, but... He's not that opposed to going along with this, after all. He rubs his fingers over his slit, getting the tips of the glove wet with pre-come, and lifts them to his mouth, following the movement with his phone. He's still frowning as his face comes into view, giving Jason an almost challenging look as he licks his fingers clean.]

You want to taste this, huh?

You'd better delete everything when we're done.

[hoodforhire]

[Rude is Jason's middle name.

His face is all too serious when it comes into view for Tim. It's clear he's jerking off, but he's got his own screen angled too far up to be able to see. He grins.]

Get those gloves nice 'n clean. Show me what's in your mouth.

[Yep. Ignoring Tim is an art he's mastered well.]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim doesn't like being ignored so blatantly, and he narrows his eyes for a second. Then he sighs.]

... You're so weird. Fine.

[He continues licking his gloved fingers, sucking on them and tasting the mix of leather, old blood and the salty-bitterness of his pre-come, until they're wet and clean. He opens his mouth nice and wide to show Jason, sticking out his tongue and pressing down on the tip with one finger.]

[hoodforhire]

Yeah. Yeah, keep it open. Just like that.

[Jason jerks a little rougher on himself, sighing in pleasure. He's thinking right now how good it would feel to rub his length over the flat of that tongue, to come on it and make Tim sit there and hold his mouth open until Jason's done looking. Satisfied.]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim raises an eyebrow, wondering just what's so enthralling about looking at him with his mouth open like this - but it quickly becomes apparent that Jason is getting something out of the imagery. He watches the older ex-Robin on the screen, the sigh of pleasure and slight hints of movement giving away the fact that he's jerking himself off - because of him, and that thought makes him feel a low heat creeping through him, staining his cheeks a deeper colour.

Even though it's frustrating and increasingly uncomfortable to do so, he keeps his mouth open, tongue twitching a little as he watches Jason watching him. He can't really say anything like this, but... as long as he keeps his mouth open, he doesn't need to keep his finger on his tongue, right? He moves his hand down, out of view of the camera, intending to start stroking himself again.]

[hoodforhire]

Goddamn...

[Jason slumps a little further, rolling his shoulders. He could honestly come just making Tim uncomfortable. It's a turn-on that Tim probably won't understand. Jason's just waiting for him to start whining or to close his mouth before Jason allows it. He wonders if the kid would stay like that for an hour if Jason wanted.]

You like having an audience, huh? Bet you'd get off just having me watch you like this. Dirty. Filthy. It suits you.

[notlikeanyone]

[Jason is right, Tim doesn't understand why making him uncomfortable is something that the older ex-Robin gets off on. He doesn't have to understand it to find it annoying, though - or to play to it, if he feels like it. For right now, he's in that middle ground between annoyed and embarrassed that he seems to find himself in a lot when he's dealing with Jason.

Heat prickles uncomfortably between his shoulder-blades as Jason talks, and he slowly shakes his head, frowning again. He doesn't get off on having an audience, in fact if it weren't just Jason on the other end of this call, he'd be too painfully embarrassed and angry to have gotten anywhere near this far. It's watching Jason watch him that's put him into a confused feedback loop of voyeurism and consternation. But, well, it's certainly true that he's still aroused, and he starts stroking himself, slow and firm.

How long he keeps his mouth open like this depends almost entirely on just how annoying Jason gets, really.]

[hoodforhire]

[Jason is quiet for a time. Then, seemingly out of the blue, he cocks his head and speaks.]

Dick ever teach you all his gymnastics shit?

[notlikeanyone]

[Okay, that's an odd question. Tim snaps his mouth shut and swallows, licking his lips to wet them before answering.]

Some of it, yeah. I'm not as flexible as he is, though.

[But who is, really? Wait, should they be talking about Dick during their (mostly) mutual masturbation session?]

[hoodforhire]

You sure about that?

[Jason's hand stills. He leans forward, getting his face close to the camera.]

Since I can't suck you off, thought you could try.

[notlikeanyone]

Wh...

[Tim's eyebrows shoot up, and he's clearly considering just how that would even work. Is it physically possible? ... Probably, but that doesn't mean that he can do it.]

You want me to - what? I can try, I guess, but Jason... I don't know if even Dick can do that.

[And now, of course, he's thinking about Dick doing it, and oh wow he has to stop thinking about that, otherwise he's just going to come already.]

[hoodforhire]

[Jason's grin is practically animalistic. Tim is so, so cute sometimes. His innocence still unmarred by Gotham's underbelly. It's really something special.]

Oh. Dick can do it.

[Let Tim digest that for a second.]

[notlikeanyone]

[The animal edge to that grin makes something twist in Tim's stomach, and it's probably a bad sign that he can't tell whether it's very sensible fear, or arousal. It only takes him a moment to process that remark, and then he's turning a deeper shade of flushed pink.]

... If... [He glances away from the phone for a second, then looks straight back at it, face serious.] If you have a record of that, I want to see it.

[He's silent for a long moment after that, then lets out a small sigh. The picture is jarred and jumbled as he moves to sit down, but Jason is rewarded with a view between his spread legs once he's sat down, knees bent and fully hard cock prominently displayed.]

I can't believe I'm trying this...

[hoodforhire]

[Jason snorts.]

You wish.

[Really, Jason was always especially good at reading people. Knowing what to tell them and when. It was a skill he'd even further honed since dying and coming back. Even if he has no clue if Dick can do it or not, he can tell that's what Tim wants to hear, so he'll give him that fantasy.

Of course, now Jason's imagining Tim with Dick, and that's not a bad visual either.

He watches Tim go down for his own cock, and tries not to laugh. God. Is there anything Tim wouldn't do if Jason asked nice enough?]

Almost there.

[notlikeanyone]

[If Jason asks for anything too nicely, Tim will suspect a trap - not that he's not suspicious by default already, of course. It's just that, well... Jason is Jason, and so sometimes certain other factors outweigh Tim's sense of caution and self-preservation.

He's not sure if he really believes that Jason's seen Dick performing auto-fellatio or not, but that's not going to stop him storing the imagery away for later fantasies. And it gives him some extra motivation in trying this for himself, to match something that Dick can, allegedly, do.]

If you laugh at me for trying something you suggested, I'm hanging up and blocking your number.

[He scowls at Jason's face on the screen, then settles back into working out how best to do this - and give Jason the best view possible while he's at it. He shifts position so that his hips are tilted up slightly, and hooks one leg over his arm, so that he can hold the phone in a better angle there. Then, he uses his free hand to hold his cock still and dips his head. Down, down... it's an awkward position, and an uncomfortable stretch, but he manages it, and starts by licking his own slit, which prompts a quiet, surprised moan out of him.]

[hoodforhire]

God---fucking damn.

[Jason jerks himself a little faster. Just seeing Tim try leaves him desperate to see the kid come. In his own fucking mouth. Slurp it up right on camera. Jason's own mouth is practically salivating.]

...lick the slit.

...can you get your lips on it?

[notlikeanyone]

Uh - hmmn, yeah. I think so.

[Tim's frown is one of concentration, now. He really didn't think that he could do this, but now that he's so close, he's determined to get it right. In part because it feels almost surprisingly good, and in part because he can hear the edge of desperation driving Jason's voice.

He licks the slit again, shuddering slightly, and then dips further, taking the head of his own cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to start sucking. He gives the base a couple of swift, jerky strokes with his hand, and groans around himself.]

[hoodforhire]

If I were there, I'd make you hold that shit in your mouth while I ate you out.

[Jason is practically shaking. He'd thought this would be a bit of fun. Torturing Tim while he patrols. But now that Tim's giving in, sucking his own goddamn cock with those pretty lips, body bent beautifully in half, Jason's betting he won't get another chance like this anytime soon.]

Slip my tongue up inside you. Lick deep. Pry you open.

...Look at you...

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim lets his eyes fall shut as Jason talks, and groans around himself again, muffled and wet-sounding. He can just imagine it, Jason giving him the same kind of orders, making him hold this position while he plunged his tongue inside of him - licked him and made him squirm. He swallows and works himself lower, taking more of his cock into his mouth and starting to bob his head up and down, still working his hand to match the rhythm he's setting up.

His other hand shakes a little, but he's careful to keep holding the phone as steady as he can, fully aware that he's doing this for Jason - and putting on quite a show for the older ex-Robin. Because of that, he takes his hand away from his cock to rub two fingers down low, over the tight leather of his uniform still covering his ass, rocking his hips up, slow and deliberate, as if to say right there, before going back to stroking himself.]

[hoodforhire]

I'd rip that goddamn suit up to get to your sweet ass. Bet it's nice 'n tight. Bet I'd have a hard time squeezing my cock up there. Bet you'd have an even harder time taking it.

[It's so, so, so fucking hot, watching Tim suck on his own dick. Frankly, it's way better to see Tim doing it than Dick.

But, hmm. With that thought...]

What would you do if I conferenced Dick into this chat?

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim is, slightly guiltily, enjoying the dirty talk, enjoying imagining Jason doing just that, ripping open his suit and taking him, and he strokes himself faster.

And then he stops, swallowing, and slowly pulls off, saliva trailing from his lips as he sits up and gives Jason a dark look.]

I'd put this phone down and make you listen to me finish without being able to see what I'm doing, or giving you any say in it. Then I'd hang up, block your number, break into your safe houses and blow up all your computers, and I wouldn't speak to you for a year. No talking, texting, looking or touching. Unless it was to tell you what I was doing with Dick instead of you.

[hoodforhire]

[Jason laughs, throwing his hands up to show Tim he wasn't serious.]

God, Drake, you are fucking pathetic at this shit. I was just going to suggest that we invite Dickie-boy to play. Have him hold you down while I fuck into you.

...you like that?

[notlikeanyone]

[Is it really Tim's fault that he can't tell when Jason is joking or not? Really? He almost pouts for a second.]

Well, sorry, I don't exactly have much practise.

... But, yeah. Yeah, I'd like that. I'd want him to... to use my mouth, while you were doing that.

[Oh god is he doing this right.]