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Jason choked as the head of Kyle's dick was shoved to the back of his throat. Instinctively, he made a move to pull away and clear his airway. Kyle held his head still. He grasped tightly onto Jason's curls, forcing himself as deep as he could go.
Drool trailed down Jason's chin. He failed to blink away tears.
Kyle smirked down at him. He brought his free hand to cup Jason's cheek. He made no move to wipe away the tears forming.
"You look like a wreck." Kyle smirked. "You're getting ruined on my cock."
Jason shivered at the words. He circled his tongue around the dick in his mouth. That silenced Kyle. He bit his lip before forcing out a quiet, "Fuck me.."
No thoughts seemed to process when Jason was on his knees like he was. That's how he liked it. His thoughts were silenced in favor of pleasure. He was mindless and only had to focus on simple instructions. He wondered distantly what it was for Kyle. A semblance of control? From what Jason knew about his past, he didn't have a lot of control before. Relationships failed. So much was put into them only for them to blow up in the end. Jason could relate to that. Seems they went about coping in similar, yet different, ways.
Kyle seemed to decide this was enough. He gently tugged Jason free. Jason couldn't help the pathetic whine that fell from his lips. It was followed by pants for breath.
The way they got into this situation was cliche in too many ways. Jason had read too many books with similar plot lines. Mutual attraction mixed with mutual annoyance that blew up until they couldn't help but fuck. That was one thing. The fact they kept coming back to it was worse. More and more often Jason found himself beneath Kyle. He craved it more than he'd care to admit. It seemed so much easier when he was with Kyle. As much as he loathed to admit that.
Jason let himself be pulled off his knees and onto the bed. Kyle pushed him onto all fours. Jason let his arms collapse beneath him. His face smushed against the mattress and his arms laid loose beside him.
He was already naked. Kyle was not. Jason let himself be vulnerable. It was part of their little dance. It was the only time Jason was allowed to be so vulnerable without getting hurt. As much as Kyle was in control, Jason let him be. He was able to let go. It was why he only had sex with friends or whatever Kyle was to him. It was why he never brought it further than that. He craved vulnerability when he was allowing it. Part of him knew it wasn't even sex he craved. It was the intimacy of it. That was something he pushed away and ignored. He could disregard all of this as simple horniness.
"How are you doing?" Kyle asked before taking the next step of their dance.
Jason made a small, pleasant grunt.
Kyle smiled at that. Jason couldn't tell if it was fond or cocky. "You know you have to use your words, Jace."
Jason felt his eyes get weak. They were lidded and stuttering. "Good."
"Okay," was all Kyle said before lubbing his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together, warming the lube. When he finally placed his fingers at Jason's hole, he did so slowly. The cold wasn't a huge shock this way.
Jason didn't know why Kyle did small things like that. He made small efforts to make the experience slightly more comfortable for Jason. It wouldn't affect Kyle at all if the lube was a little cold.
They didn't even like each other. It was these acts of kindness that made Jason hate Kyle more. What was he getting at? Why was he so gentle during sex when they're so violent to each other any other time?
When Kyle finally pushed a finger in, Jason's mind went quiet. Jason moaned at the intrusion. But his mind was silent. That silence was welcomed. His mind raced constantly. He could never get his doubts to shut up. Not even during sex. However, there were moments of silence. Certain pieces of bliss where everything felt like it was going to be okay. Those moments where he was chasing after pleasure instead of pain.
It wasn't long before Kyle added another finger. Jason moaned quietly. He moaned at practically every small thrust. Small groans of pleasure from under his breath that were distorted by his cheek as it was against the mattress.
"You're vocal," Kyle observed. "Not loud, but vocal."
Jason just let out another soft moan. Kyle laughed at that.
"Adding another," Kyle warned. "You're doing so good."
Without processing much else, Jason let out a long whine. His cock dripped against the sheets.
"Oh?" Kyle smirked. "You like being told you're doing good?"
Embarrassing enough, Jason nodded frantically.
"Aren't you a good boy then?" Kyle tried. "Answering me so fast."
Jason moaned loudly. He felt his balls tighten as his orgasm built.
Kyle, noticing his clenching, added a third finger. "If I had known you were that easy, I would have been calling you that way earlier."
Distantly, Jason knew he should be embarrassed by the situation. His already widespread blush spread further.
"Since you're such a good boy, make sure you wait until you're on my dick, hm?"
Jason panted and shivered. He felt like he was going crazy. The feelings were so intense that he resisted the urge to reach down to his own cock and finish himself off.
"Please?" He gasped out.
"Please what?" Kyle asked. It wasn't cocky. It was almost like he was embarrassed to be so in charge.
"Please fuck me already," Jason whined.
"So demanding."
He listened anyway. Jason whimpered when the fingers were removed. The wait felt like centuries. It was only a few seconds as Kyle lubed himself up. Jason was glad in that moment that they at least stopped using condoms. The cleanup was always a whole thing anyway and they were both tested.
Kyle lined himself up and pressed the head gently against Jason's hole. The feeling had Jason shivering again.
"Are you ready?" Kyle asked.
"Just fuck me already!" Jason sobbed, tears dripping from his eyes.
"That's not how you ask, now is it?" Kyle was slowly becoming more confident in his position. The first time, Kyle was nervous about everything. It was awkard as all hell. Driven by emotion. They didn't process much until their clothes were off. At that point it became awkard. Jason was glad they committed to it and that neither of them ran away from the embarrassment.
"Please put your dick inside me," Jason said quietly.
"I'd prefer more confidence," Kyle started. "I'll allow that this time."
Kyle began pushing the head inside. Jason moaned into the mattress. He kept slowly pushing inside until most of his dick was inside. Jason took a moment to adjust. He rocked his hips experimentally.
"Go," Jason said simply. His brain was too fried to say much more. "Please."
Kyle had no reply. But he did start moving. Slowly he pulled himself almost all the way out before slowly working himself back in. He repeated that a few more times as Jason adjusted. A couple times he had to realign himself, accidentally pulling all the way out. Jason gave his loudest moans when that happened. The rest of the time, his noises were muffled into the sheets beneath him. He made a low pleasant noise that was adjacent to a cat's purr.
Once the friction lessened, Kyle began to speed up. Using his Green Lantern ring to create simple comic hands, Kyle flipped Jason over. Jason let out a little huff at the humor of the situation. Otherwise, he was still left moaning.
"I wanted to hear you," Kyle admitted.
Kyle now had Jason's legs over his shoulders. He pushed himself in and out over and over. Jason's head spun with the feeling. Tears continued falling.
Jason gasped and his whole body tensed.
"Found it."
Kyle increased his speed and hit hard against Jason's prostate.
"C-close," Jason stuttered out almost immediately. It didn't take him long to cum with Kyle treating him so well.
"Not until I tell you to, okay?" Kyle demanded hesitantly.
Jason's eyes rolled in pleasure, but he listened. He put all his effort into not cumming. He could listen.
But it was so hard to listen. His precum dripped heavily. He could barely hold himself back.
"Please!" He begged. "Please let me cum! I need to cum. Please!"
"Not yet."
Jason cursed Kyle's newfound confidence in their dance. He's adding new steps. And, wow, does Jason adore how things are shaping out.
"Please! Fuck! Please can I cum? I need to cum. Please-"
He repeated those words over and over. He kept going until Kyle finally spoke. "You can cum now."
Along with his thrusts, Kyle began to fondle at Jason's balls. That was all it took.
Jason's constant words were cut off as he let go of his mental block. His whole body stuttered. His brain shut down. He wasn't sure how loud he moaned. All he knew was how good he felt.
Somewhere far away, Kyle spoke again. "Good boy for waiting. Now, what do you say?"
Not processing the words, only a request to speak, Jason defaulted to his earlier words. "Please can I cum?"
Kyle paused a moment before giving a little laugh. "I already let you cum, Jace. Wrong answer."
"Oh." Jason gasped. His brain was still not functioning. "Oh."
"What do you say?" Kyle asked again.
"Thank you," Jason finally realized. "Fuck, thank you."
"You did so good."
Kyle sped up again. Only then had Jason realized he'd even slowed down.
"Thank you," Jason repeated distantly.
With that, Kyle's body stuttered. He moaned lowly as he came inside Jason.
They both took a moment to catch their breaths until Kyle finally pulled out.
Kyle collapsed beside him in the bed. "Fuck, that was good. I needed that."
"Yeah," was all Jason could reply.
Just like that, their dance completed.