Steady On Forward

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WARNING Chapter Contains: Brief Sexual Content 

As previously mentioned, you can skip from the ❥ to the ❥‖ to avoid the explicit section if you wish.

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Everyone had been warned.

Time and time again, both Dick and Jason had told the various people who stopped by their place that knocking was important (and polite) before barging in.

However, Damian had always invited himself in without a second thought, regardless of any door-locking that may have been done, and the others unfortunately took the lead from him. The worst that had happened was Stephanie walking in on them kissing once, and that was no big deal.

Each of them had individually assumed that Jason and Dick just didn’t have sex ⁠— or at least not often enough to be any sort of risk. They had been right for a while, but now…well now they were mostly right. Sort of. ❥

Well, actually, right now Dick’s knuckles were white as he gripped the headboard tightly, biting back small sounds as he leaned his face against it. He rocked down harder against Jason’s mouth as he straddled his face, and Jason’s hands on his hips pulled him down even harder.

Dick gasped softly, and squeezed his cock to keep himself from coming.

He began riding Jason’s face in earnest, and felt him moan against him. Jason had told him before how hot he found that, but Dick was still surprised by just how earnestly he seemed to mean that when he took a hand off of Dick’s hip to touch himself.

Jason, for his part, was just trying his best to get Dick to keep making those little noises. For all he could be a loudmouth in every other part of his life, Dick still fucked like there was a little old lady in the next room he was afraid of offending.

Jason thought something was a little wrong with him that it turned him on more when Dick was trying so hard to be quiet. Well⁠— there were a lot of things that were wrong with him, so maybe this was the least of his concerns.

Dick bit the hand that he’d clamped over his mouth to muffle his panting.

The bedroom door opened, and Dick whipped his head toward it, eyes wide. It slammed shut almost immediately, with a squeak from the intruder, but not before Dick caught a glimpse of Tim’s mortified face.

“Jesus⁠— Tim!” Dick scrambled none too gracefully off of Jason’s face.

❥‖ “I’m sorry!” Tim did, indeed, sound very sorry. More sorry for himself than for them, though. 

He had retreated away from the door, and tried not to listen, but that was difficult when⁠—

“Ow! My fuckin' neck. No, it’s okay sweetheart⁠— shit! SHIT.”

There was a loud thunk, and then a blur, as someone ran from the bedroom straight across the hall into the bathroom. 

Yeah. Jason had never been quiet.

Tim sat himself down on the couch, and ignored Dick as he heard him sneak past the back of the couch and into the kitchen. This was not how Tim imagined his afternoon going. 

God, he needed more coffee; it was still too fucking early for him. Being awake during daylight hours was for workdays only, and even then…rough.

Jason came out of the bathroom a couple minutes later, holding a wad of bloody tissues to his nose and slowly rolling his neck.