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One thing about Roy Harper was the fact that he hated feeling pathetic. It was one of the worst feelings he knew. If he did anything wrong, he would think about it for days to come and be overwhelmed by regret if anyone else remembered it too.
But when it came to Jason, he liked feeling pathetic. Jason made him feel pathetic in a way that he found so goddamn attractive. The way he looked down on him, a condescending glare on his face… It turned Roy on so much. But only when Jason wasn’t actually mad. When Jason was acting mad on purpose, ordering him around, treating him to dirty talk like no other when he denied him an orgasm for the fifth time that night.
He liked when Jason made him weak. When he’d come up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and planting kisses to his neck while Roy was in the middle of doing something. Whatever it was didn’t matter anymore, not when he couldn’t focus. How could he? Jason’s lips anywhere on him made him burn with a heat that was completely unknown to him before the two met. Meeting Jason meant finding out he liked losing control.
Control was nice, on the field, while fighting a villain, hell, even in day-to-day tasks. Control was nice when Roy wanted it. But when Roy’s control was taken away by Jason, by rough hands and a strong body pinning him down, by rope and chains, by a toy he couldn’t take off until he had begged or endured enough overstimulation for Jason to consider ‘enough’… He couldn’t get enough. He wanted his control taken away a lot more often when Jason was the one taking it.
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Roy on his knees was a stunning sight. His eyes cast up to meet Jason’s, ginger hair held on tightly by Jason himself, a pink blush dusting his cheeks. The sight alone was enough to turn Jason on, but being able to see it as often as he did, being able to control what he did; that amount of authority gave Jason a power trip.
His power trips led to him fully taking control of the situation, just the way Roy liked it. Covering him in marks and bruises, making him whine and moan his name. Pounding into him at a pace fast and rough enough to turn his brain into mush, rendering Roy helpless, only able to keep gasping his name like it was a chant to keep him grounded... It probably was.
Jason loved to see it. When Roy’s face contorted with pure pleasure, his eyes rolled back, head either tilted backward or hung forward between his arms, body trembled from how rough Jason tended to be... Jason loved seeing Roy so submissive, so needy, so desperate for him. He’d sometimes test just how desperate Roy was by suddenly slowing down or stopping, getting Roy to beg for him to keep going. It always worked. And it never failed to send his heart racing.
Oftentimes he denied Roy his orgasm, keeping him painfully hard for a few more minutes if he was lucky, the duration of their session if he wasn’t. It was painful to Roy, but he would never complain.
Sometimes Jason was kind, with a lustful evil hidden beneath. He’d make Roy cum once, twice, as many times as he wanted until Roy couldn’t anymore, until Roy was having dry orgasm after dry orgasm and his cheeks were wet with tears. He liked seeing the mess he left behind. Then he’d help him clean it up; he wasn’t entirely an asshole.
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This sort of dynamic led to where the two were, somewhere in Gotham, on one warm summer afternoon. The hot air circulating around the environment, the wind creating a soft breeze to cool everything down, but not by too much. The sun’s rays casting down upon Roy and Jason’s bodies, highlighting their muscular builds and helping to add extra shine to everything that mattered. Their eyes, their messy hair, the sweat that dripped down their bodies and the cum that stuck to their skin and the ground below.
Roy was on the balcony to one of Jason’s penthouses, knee up on the railing, Jason’s hand holding up one of his thighs as he pounded into him at a relentless pace. Roy had to bite back borderline pornographic moans. Sure, they were high off the ground, but there was always the possibility of downstairs neighbours catching them. And what didn’t help was the fact that Jason decided to do it in their vigilante costumes. Any roof-based vigilante or villain would be granted the sight of Red Hood fucking into Arsenal as if he were no more than a fleshlight for him. And Roy loved it. The thrill of being caught filled him with a type of excitement that made his cock twitch.
He felt everything. Jason’s thick cock reaching deep inside of him, his lips and teeth on his shoulders and neck, his cum filling him up more and more each time he came. He didn’t know how long they’d been at it for, but if Jason even tried to stop, he’d just rock his hips back against him. He was particularly desperate today. Neither knew why, but neither had an issue with it. Each time Roy was about to cum, Jason stopped him by tightening his grip on the base of his cock. And when he let out another needy whine, he’d jerk him off, making him release in his hand so it didn’t drip down onto those just trying to live their lives on the street below.
Sure, their sex wasn’t entirely public, but it very much could be with the wrong move. Jason knew he had to be careful. He was thankful that each time he came, he did it inside of Roy.
Roy felt the cold metal under his chest and arms as he gripped onto the railing, so as to not get thrown off it from the sheer force of Jason’s thrusts. His prostate was being pounded by Jason’s length, he couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t even find it in himself to try and muffle his moans anymore. Jason moved his hand from Roy’s thigh, moving it up to cover his mouth. Jason didn’t have particularly nosy neighbours, but they could be suspicious if they noticed two vigilantes having sex on the balcony of a “civilian’s” penthouse.
Finally Jason seemed to start to lose energy, filling Roy up one more time before pulling out. Roy himself was overstimulated now, verging onto oversensitive, as his leg dropped from the railing and onto the balcony which they stood on. He panted heavy breaths, thoughts in his brain much too blurry to understand. He could feel his neck and thighs bruised, one from Jason’s rough grip and the cool railing, the other from Jason’s skilled mouth devouring his neck like it were his favourite food. He stood with trembling legs, feeling the cum drip from his ass down his legs. Jason tucked himself away into his pants, before turning Roy around so he could give him a soft kiss, completely contrasting the hard sex he just had. He could feel the way Roy had bit his lip to cope with the overstimulation and he loved it.
Jason pulled Roy inside, helping him onto the bed and pulling his shirt off to clean him up with it. They could shower tomorrow, it didn’t matter currently. Currently, all Jason wanted to do was lay flush against Roy on the bed, running his hands over his legs to help ease the tension from having held his leg held up for so long. He planted a few soft kisses on Roy’s face, then buried his face into Roy’s neck as his hands travelled from his legs up to his chest.
He knew that after a few touches Roy would crave his body again.
And he knew he had it in him to go for another round.