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ship: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd
words: 700
content: intercrural, turbulent relationship
They came crashing down hard.
He'd hadn't had a chance to pull his pants up all the way since he had pinned Bruce just a few minutes ago, failing to keep him down, and it made Bruce's job so much easier tugging the elastic effortlessly down the swell of his ass.
"Don't even think about putting it in again without lube, you bastard," he said and in the meantime, kept struggling. Bruce put an end to it.
Last time, patrolling and doing business had been a nightmare and a half with his ass so sore.
Jason shuddered head to toe as Bruce's cock rubbed past his asshole, catching at the rim and pulling just slightly before slipping past. "No, not inside," he reaffirmed, glad Bruce couldn't see the tear that slipped down his cheek. He wanted this so bad he thought he was going to faint.
Yes, even getting fucked without lube would be better than not fucking at all. No, Jason couldn't think straight enough to stick to any principles at the minute.
"Since when do you think you call the shots around here?"
Bruce twisted Jason's arm further and Jason nearly slid onto Bruce's cock himself in his effort to ease the torsion.
"Please."
He could feel Bruce's eyes on the back of his neck, always having a soft spot for the word, could feel Bruce looking toward the locker he kept the lube in. They both knew that there was no way in hell Bruce would be able to get to it if he let Jason go for even a moment. Even tightly held in his grip, Jason was already bristling with tension, getting ready to throw his old man off.
Breathing hotly into Jason's ear, Bruce rolled his hips again, again catching on the rim, and Jason's breath came out shuddering, thrilled and terrified of that sting.
As Jason moaned, Bruce tried to retrieve one hand to spit in it.
Wrong move.
Throwing his weight to one side, Jason was able to move a knee up to his side, and leverage himself over, crushing Bruce under his back and moving to roll off.
Only to have Bruce roll with him, pinning him again, his dick between Jason's thighs.
Jason shuddered as his legs closed shut around Bruce from the same instinct that had him rubbing himself against the mat.
Bruce cursed. Jason only even heard him cursing when they were fucking and angry with one another on the sparring mat. Planting his knees firmly on either side of Jason's, Bruce squeezed Jason's legs between his own, forcing Jason to grip his cock tighter as Bruce started to thrust.
Sliding past his perineum, trailing precome everywhere, Bruce thrust his hips roughly, leaving Jason a shivering mess as he imagined Bruce fucking his unprepared asshole with the same punishing drive.
The grippy mat beneath him was rough and unpleasant against his naked skin and not for the first time in his life Jason thanked the stars above and his late parents for leaving him intact so he could thrust against it without direct friction. His dick might still be sore and chafed later, but at least he'd be able to come without the painful overstimulation.
He squeezed his legs harder, enjoying the way Bruce curled closer against his body with a pained whimper, thrusting faster.
They didn't last long. On a particularly hard thrust from Bruce, his head slipped further out of his foreskin, dragging across the mat and throwing Jason headfirst into orgasm at the very first bite of discomfort. He could feel Bruce coming too, leaving Jason's balls sticky as he gripped Jason's obliques in both hands.
Huffing in exhaustion, Jason blissed out, enjoying Bruce's comfortable dead weight crushing him while he could.
All too soon, however, Bruce was pulling away.
Back to the status quo.
"You cheated," Jason said, putting some venom into it. "We said no throws. You wouldn't have pinned me if you hadn't cheated."
Bruce gave him a cold look as he stood and pulled up his pants.
"Isn't it time you stopped playing the victim, Jason?"
It was safer to play the victim and the disappointment than to be in love.