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“Did you do it yourself?” Jason asks, squinting his eyes as he keeps them trained on Prime’s.
It’s hard for Prime to focus on anything under the scrutiny of Jason’s glare. He can’t tell if Jason is going to follow up whatever answer he gives with an insult or a laugh. Jason is looking at him, really looking at him, with something besides exasperation, so he doesn’t waffle his way through his reply.
“The— the eyeliner?” Prime points to his own face. Jason nods, once.
“Yeah, I did it myself.”
Jason doesn’t say anything else. His eyes retreat slightly from their squinted glare, settling into something else. A look that Prime can’t gleam from all of his catalogued Jason-faces. He wonders if, somehow, he’d finally crossed a line that Jason was willing to actually harm him over. Maybe, Jason Todd’s greatest disdain in this world is posers. Here Prime stands, decked out in whatever goth-looking clothes he was able to fit into at Hot Topic, and the most he knows of goth music is the clip of Ariana Grande doing an Evanescence impression to Humble. Evanescence isn’t even goth rock, if the nerds on Twitter had anything to say about it.
“Are you—“ He starts to speak, but Jason is immediately in his space, a hand over his mouth. Prime could very easily push it off, but Jason is willingly in his personal space, and he isn’t sabotaging that.
Jason practically shoves Prime backward so that he rests against the wall of the dingy safehouse, hand still fixed over his mouth. Something in Prime’s brain, a neural pathway of thought-to-motion, seems to fry itself when it comes to Jason. Like he’s bending to the other man’s will in advanced preparation.
“You look good. Let me look at you. Don’t ruin it.”
Oh. That’s what this is about. Prime smirks under Jason’s hand, his shoulders slumping as he relaxes into the wall. If Jason wants to look at him, Prime’ll change his career path to Personal Statue. There’s not a lot he wouldn’t do to appease Jason. It’s probably a problem, but Prime has decided that it’s not his.
Jason can’t quite believe what he’s doing. A part of him knew that his… whatever, with Prime would eventually lead to a situation of this sort. He’s frustratingly attractive despite his personality (which Jason has unfortunately grown fond of).. The other week, in one of Prime’s fits of esoteric, contrarian monologuing, Jason found himself endeared by it. This was obviously the beginning of the end.
Armageddon comes in the form of Jason’s hand sliding from Prime’s mouth to his jaw, holding it still as he leans forward and bites off the cheap clip-on earring he’s wearing. Jason spits it out somewhere next to them. His breath ghosts along the skin of Prime’s neck, and Prime is already so hard that he feels placebo’d into lightheadedness.
“Oh my god,” he huffs out, pathetically. Jason smiles, pulling back to look into his eyes. Prime is impossibly more turned on when Jason laughs directly in his face.
“You look so fucked out already.” Jason’s smile is closer to a snarl. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
“That’s on the table?” Prime says, his voice coming out shaky. His hands move hesitantly from where they’d been glued at his sides to rest on Jason’s waist.
Jason hums, as if he’s considering the question. Silence mulls between them, cut only by Prime’s heavy breathing. “Yeah, guess so.”
He surges forward without warning and kisses Prime, hot and heavy, skipping any ploy of hesitancy or gentleness. His mouth is like a heat-seeking missile, tracked on a mission, while Prime scrambles to keep up, unsure if he’s on defense or offense. Their rhythm is desperate and messy, and both men expected nothing less.
Jason’s hand finds Prime’s hair and yanks, forcing his mouth open, and he moans openly into Jason’s own at the sensation. Prime wraps one of his arms around his shoulder and the other pulls him forward by the waist, pressing their bodies flush together.
They make out like that for a while against the living room wall, bodies shifting carelessly, basking in each other’s shameless need. Eventually, Prime pushes Jason away from him and flips them around so Jason is pushed to the wall, dropping to his knees before the other could become confused at the sudden distance.
His arms wrap around Jason’s hips, head level with his belly button as he looks up at him. “I want to suck your dick. God, please let me suck your dick. I don’t have a gag reflex. I can’t feel pain. Matter of fact, just fuck my mouth.”
Jason laughs, and it’s less of the fake sympathy from before and more genuine amusement. He’s already unbuckling his belt and smiling down at Prime as he slides it off.
“Like I’d pass up the chance to shut you up like this.” Is his response to Prime’s begging, and possibly the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
Prime unbuttons Jason’s pants and pulls his dick out in record time. Like, truly record time. He should have counted. “Holy shit, mother of pearl.”
Jason groans and facepalms as Prime takes his dick into his hand. “Don’t say shit like that during sex. What the fuck.”
“Sorry! Sorry. You’re just— I mean, the rest of you is so hot, so obviously your dick is nice too, and I just needed to take a second to—“ Prime figures he’s only making it worse, and abruptly cuts himself off by shoving Jason’s entire dick in his mouth.
Jason huffs out a string of curses, a hand gripping harshly at Prime’s hair to steady himself. “You, what the fuck, who does that—“
Prime pulls off just as abruptly as he began, a cocky smile on his face. Jason wants to wipe it off. “No gag reflex, like I said. Fuck my face.”
Without wasting a second, Prime takes Jason’s dick into his mouth again and sucks it slowly, looking up at him expectantly. Jason doesn’t miss a beat and tightens his grip in Prime’s hair and begins to thrust in and out of his mouth.
At first, Jason matches the pace Prime set. Prime’s mouth is so warm, just like how his skin is, encompassing and overwhelming. His inexperience is obvious, in the messy and sporadic movements of his tongue, but the way he looks on his knees makes Jason shiver with arousal.
“This is the best you’ve ever looked with your mouth open.” Jason mumbles, basking in the expression it draws from Prime. He speeds up his thrusts gradually, moaning openly at the noises coming from Prime’s mouth. Jason was expecting him to be vocal, but the combination of the little whimpers escaping Prime with each thrust and the obscene sound of his dick in his mouth stirs Jason to fuck his face harder.
Prime can’t get enough of it; gripping Jason’s hips with that Kryptonian strength that has so far taken a leave of absence and looking up at him with wide, teary eyes. It makes Jason wonder how he’d look underneath him in a different way.
He says as much. “Gonna— fuck, wanna ride you one day. See if you look good under me like that. Maybe I’d even let you actually fuck me.” Prime lets out a particularly loud moan at that, squirming in his position on the floor. The noise vibrates around his dick, and Jason knows he probably won’t last much longer. He doesn’t have it in himself to be embarrassed about it.
Prime shifts, flattening his tongue so that it brushes perfectly against the underside of Jason’s dick with every thrust, and Jason knows he’s gone. “I’m close,” he grunts out, and Prime holds his hips closer, making it impossible for Jason to pull out.
Prime’s eagerness is what sends Jason over the edge with a choked gasp, throwing his head back against the wall as he comes down Prime’s throat. Prime takes all of it, swirling his tongue around his dick as he pulls off with a fucked out smile.
Jason takes a second to catch his breath, hand still in Prime’s hair, but far more relaxed. He looks down after a minute or so of silence, and wordlessly pulls Prime back up to stand.
Jason kisses him once, uncharacteristically soft, before switching their positions again. Prime is still painfully hard. He sticks his hand down the front of his pants, keeping over his boxers, and palms him hard enough to draw a huffed moan from his mouth.
“Can’t bring myself to take you out of this outfit. Need to watch you squirm in it.” Jason breathes into his ear, kissing messily at his jaw. “Fuckin’ unsettling, how hot you look in it. Never wear it again in public.”
“Whatever you say,” Prime manages to choke out a quip, words breaking off into a whine as he thrusts into Jason’s palm. He’s so hard that it’s a little painful, and it won’t take much to push him over the edge.
Prime keeps pushing against Jason’s ministrations, meeting each grind into his crotch. “That’s it,” Jason says, low into his ear. “Take it. I don’t even have to really get my hand on you to get you to make a mess. You’re so easy, Prime. Question is, is it for me?”
Prime tears up as he comes into his boxers hard and unexpected, something in him snapping at Jason’s words. He shudders and moans loudly as he orgasms, body draping forward against Jason’s as he grips him tightly. They stand there like that for a while, both panting.
Eventually, Prime leans himself off of Jason and back onto the wall. When Jason looks at him, he barks out a sharp laugh.
“What?” Prime asks, head tilted. “What’s so funny?”
Jason snorts. “Your eyeliner.”
Prime turns to the shitty TV in the living room, catching the faint reflection of his face. “You ruined it!” He groans.
Jason answers with a loud laugh, bringing a thumb up to wipe black smudge from under his eye. “Guess you’ll just have to put it back on.”