hoodforhire | sexting: open post

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.

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.]

[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.]

[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...

[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.

[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.]

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?

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.]

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...

[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.]

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?

[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.

...you like that?

[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.]

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