[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.
[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.
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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.
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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?
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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.]