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ship: Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner
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content: sneaking around, knotting
Kyle thought he might vibrate right out of his skin.
He. was. in. the. Batcave.
Without Batman's permission.
With his boyfriend.
One of Batman's sons.
"Jason, I feel a premonition coming on," he said, dragging his heels. "A moment of clairvoyance. I'm going to be murdered before the night is over. Maybe a Batarang to the throat, but more likely my face will get punched in so thoroughly that it'll fall out the back of my head."
"You'll be fine. Everyone in this goddamn family has had sex in the Batcave."
"Except you."
"Yeah, I was a little busy being dead; sue me. We're making up for lost time."
Kyle stopped dead and eyed the big Tyrannosaurus, which appeared to be watching them with its beady little dead eye. He had trouble imagining getting and maintaining an erection under that reproachful lizardy judgment.
"Where, uh…" he asked, tearing his gaze away, "where do you want me?"
Jason resumed pulling him, pointing ahead. "The memorial."
It's not that Kyle had a deathwish, but he did have a huge soft spot for Jason and his fucked up I-used-to-be-dead idiocyncracies.And if there were a little hard to keep up with sometimes, that was only because Jason thought everything he did was perfectly normal. It wasn't normal to die and come back, but once you jumped that fence, apparently any way of healing or retraumatizing yourself was equally valid. So it was normal for Jason to be braced against his little glass tube memorial that Kyle suspected Batman still leaned on for a good cry now and then. It was normal for Jason to stick his ass out, talking about wanting Kyle to make him come all over the commemorative plaque.
And Kyle just had to… take a moment to quickly incorporate that into his worldview.
Sure.
"Earth to Kyle. Where'd you go, space cadet?"
Kyle grinned and ran his hand through his hair as he gestured at the Robin suit. "Thinking about that kid. Paying my respects."
"You're sweet. Are you going to fuck me," Jason pushed his ass out further and snagging Kyle's belt with two of his fingers, "or am I going to have to do everything myself?"
Kyle gave in to the pulling but reached out to put Jason around to face him, pulling him close and looking around again. "I really don't know if I can get hard here. I imagine fucking you, and the next moment my life is flashing before my eyes. Kinda wish we'd told Batman we were dating first, so he'd be less likely to kill me on sight."
"Batman doesn't kill."
"Does Bruce Wayne know that? What if he takes his mask off before murdering me?"
Jason kissed him soundly. "All the others have survived their Batcave trysts, and you and I are older and more difficult to kill than those guys were at the time. We'll be fine."
"The others weren't dating Lanterns," Kyle muttered dejectedly against Jason's lips but allowed himself to be spun and pressed against the cool glass. "Still don't know if I'll get hard though."
Jason pushed his hands under Kyle's Nirvana t-shirt. "What if you did the sheath first and worried about getting hard later?"
Kyle pulled away from the kiss. "Whoa! You want me to do the sheath here?"
Jason puffed his cheeks out and exhaled dramatically, averting his gaze. "Truth be told, I want you to do the sheath everywhere every time."
"No, no, no. Jason. We'll get murdered. I swear. You know I have trouble controlling constructs when I'm horny. It's one thing in the controlled environment of your bedroom, but -"
Growling softly, Jason kissed him again. "Please?" And then the bastard emphasized the request with a squeeze of Kyle's dick through his jeans.
What could Kyle possibly say to that? "No, I won't fuck your tight beautiful hole the way you're begging me to fuck it?" When had Kyle ever said something like that?
Kyle sighed and unzipped his jeans. Jason eagerly pulled the waistband of his boxers down and they both watched as the warm green glow of his Ring's power engulfed his semi and formed a large erection around it. Jason shuddered, clinging to Kyle's biceps and already losing control of his breathing at the sight.
"A little bigger."
Kyle obliged and was rewarded with a moan.
Jason kissed him, pressing up against Kyle to rub himself along the length of Kyle's green prosthesis, making Kyle shudder as the sheath construct passed on the sensations as if it were his real cock. Okay, maybe he'd get hard after all. Not that it mattered too much to him so long as Jason was having a fun time. If it didn't work out, he could always get off when they got home.
Kyle worked Jason back over to the glass, pressing him back into it as they kissed, thrusting up into Jason's tight grip on his sheath.
"God, I'm so horny," Jason said, fumbling with his zipper.
"I'm happy to hurry this along if you are."
"I had no idea you were such a scaredy-cat, Kyle."
Pushing Kyle away gently, Jason leaned down to give the very tip of the sheath an affectionate kiss and quick suck, before turning around and resuming his earlier ass-out vigil, this time with his pants pulled down and his ass literally out. Still reeling from the feeling of Jason's mouth on the tip, Kyle all but drooled at the sight, using one hand to pull Jason's ass cheek away to see the hole better.
They'd been using the sheath a lot, and Jason rim was starting to show it, still a little puffy from the night before, and the night before that, and the night before that.
Lubing it up with the Ring, Kyle dragged the head of his sheath against that furled hole, moaning at the heat. Jason shuddered and pushed back onto it, impatient as always, and already craning his head to see what the hold up was. Not wanting to keep him waiting, and certainly no longer aware whether his real dick was still lagging or as hard and throbbing as his augmented one, Kyle pushed in.
Both of them moaned as though in great relief.
It was always a struggle not to bust early watching that huge glowing cock stretch Jason's rim out to obscene proportions, the transparency of it letting him get a glimpse of the welcoming darkness inside Jason's body. Encased inside the glowing sheath, his own dick was squeezed by the pressure as it also slid inside Jason, leaving Kyle shuddering from the erectile double whammy.
"Fuck, Kyle, make it bigger."
Kyle did, which resulted in a yelp as Jason's right leg twitched off the ground.
"Shit, too much?"
"No, no, hold on." Jason bobbed lightly, breath coming out fractured and shallow. "It's perfect, I just need to adjust. Ah."
He trailed off into a moan before finally giving Kyle the go ahead to move.
His own body shaking from how tight Jason now was around him, Kyle pulled out slowly. As he withdrew, the sheath seemed to swell, free from the confines of Jason's ass. Just as slowly, he pushed back in, watching it again be squeezed to fit, Jason's rim stretching to accommodate it.
Feeling lightheaded and not getting any negative feedback, he started to pick up the pace, filling the cool air around them with their soft panting and shuddered moans. Jason braced himself more securely against the glass, and started up on his usual wishlist. "A little longer." "A little more." "Make a knot." "Longer!"
Once Kyle added a knot to the sheath, there was never any more room for Quiet Jason.
Jason moaned loudly each time the slight bump passed over his rim, his legs squirming at the stimulation. Finally giving up on bracing himself, Jason let his face fall against the glass and reached back to pull his ass cheeks wider, begging for a bigger knot.
Kyle obliged, struggling to pull it past the rim, and so close to the edge he could taste it.
"Fuck. Kyle. Make it so big you can't pull it out."
Pushing back in, sweating, trying not to think about how hard it was to breathe, Kyle did as he was asked. Jason yelped, moaned, then raised a hand to signal more. Kyle did so and tried pulling it out. God, he really was stuck. And Jason was gesturing for still more. So he gave him more.
Jason whined and sounded like he was sobbing, furiously stroking himself as his face slid down the memorial. "Just a little more."
"Last time," Kyle panted, vision going spotty.
He'd just added the last little bit of girth he dared when the roar of the Batmobile engine flared into loud echo down the tunnel.
Jason straightened up, looking at the tunnel in shock.
"You're kidding. He seriously wasn't supposed to be back until morning."
Kyle frantically tried to pull out, the knot pulling at Jason's whole ass without budging.
Jason yelped, squirming and trying to get him to stay still. "Kyle, stop! Stop! Just make it go away."
Embarrassingly enough, he'd panicked so hard, it hadn't even occurred to him.
So he willed the sheath away.
Or he tried to. Willpower was fucky at best when buried balls deep in someone, even in the best of circumstances, and without the threat of Batman showing up. Making his sheath grow larger? Sure. Making the sheath shrink or evaporate? Tall order. Not one to be done under pressure.
"What the hell are you waiting for? We've got two minutes tops to disappear!"
"It's stuck!"
"Make it disappear!"
"I can't!"
"What do you mean, you can't?"
"I told you, I can't control the Ring very well when I'm horny!"
"Yeah, and the default should be that whatever you made disappears!"
You would think that. You would think that sheer force of arousal wasn't a conscious enough form of willpower to sustain a giant penis against any breaks in concentration and even the Ring user's concerted will, and yet here they were.
Kyle exhaled angrily through his nose and spread his arms. "Well, I don't know what to tell you."
The growling of the approaching Batmobile grew louder. Jason spun to look at it, one hand on Kyle's lower abdomen as he also tried to do the impossible and pull the knot out of himself. Swallowing a moan, he turned back to Kyle. "Please tell me you can at least fly right now. I'm not waddling like this."
Kyle thought every unsexy thought he could, tried to channel his concentration and willpower, but with the sheath linked up to his senses and squeezed harder than ever by Jason's panicking… flying was out of the question.
He hoisted Jason off the ground by the backs of his knees, and listing precariously, ran to the nearest hiding spot he could find, Jason bouncing on the base of the sheath and cursing the whole way. Nestled away from view beneath the tail of the giant dinosaur, Kyle tried to shrink the knot as Jason furiously attempted to pull off.
Above, the Batmobile roared into the cave.
"Kyle." Jason ground it out at nearly subaural levels but it reverberated through Kyle's chest. "If you don't find a way to pull out right now and Bruce finds us like this, I will personally rip your dick off and leave you a bottom bitch for the rest of your miserable life."
Nothing doing. The construct had begun to waver, but if or when it would finally dispel was completely out of Kyle's control. As he began to try to manually inch Jason's already obscenely stretched rim over the knot, he swore up and down to literally never have construct sex outside the apartment ever again. And preferably maybe not even in the apartment. Sweat poured down his brow and Jason sore quietly between hisses as slowly, painfully, Jason's ass started to come up off the knot, prolapsing as it did so. Rather than freaking Kyle out and killing his arousal, however, seeing the dark flesh start to peek out only made both his real dick and the sheath throb.
Jason froze and looked over his shoulder in pale fury.
"Did that thing just grow bigger?"
Kyle also paled, at a loss for words.
"Stop being a horn dog, Kyle, and get it together."
"I can't! It would be easier to just come."
They stared at each other for a moment. Then both turned their attention to the cave above, listening carefully as Batman prowled his domain up there, turning over evidence or equipment.
They didn't bother talking after that. Jason focused on gyrating on Kyle's huge knot and trying to rub one off as quietly as possible, while Kyle buried his face in Jason's neck and thrust up as much as he could into the tight pleasure of Jason's contracting muscles.
They both came quietly, curled up on the cave floor and shuddering as Kyle's sheath ejaculated large amounts of spectral come deep into Jason's distended belly.
"God," Jason whispered a minute later, "That wasn't even a good orgasm. I'm all cramped with anxiety."
Kyle kissed the back of his neck and didn't say anything, his own orgasm still paying off dividends in shaking limbs and pleasant slackness.
"Jason."
They jerked up, looking above the ledge of their hiding space to find Batman standing there, cowl off, mouth set in a hard line as he pointedly did not look at Kyle.
"I've left the Clorox and Windex near the memorial. Don't leave without cleaning up."
It was at that moment that the willpower of Kyle's arousal broke. As the sheath disappeared, all of the construct come that Kyle had filled Jason with came flooding out with large flatulent reverberations, rolling down their legs and pooling around their knees as they watched it spread helplessly.
Horrified, Kyle willed it all out of existence, and they were plunged into a terrible silence.
Kyle looked back up at Batman, who stood with his eyes closed and a pained expression etched deep into every line of his face.
"Are you going to kill me?"
Batman sighed and started walking away. "I'm going to go have a drink. But I would start running if I were you. Just in case."