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Sweet as the night is long [7/7]

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It means just as much here as it does on the streets. Jason smiles the same; and the sharp exhilaration in his face sends the same thrills through Bruce. Jason is no less desirable spread and gasping on Bruce's bed than he is punching a rapist's teeth out; no less essential when they're making love than when he catches Bruce's hand to launch into a flip.

Refusing him would be no more bearable than being deprived of Robin's laughter. No more possible than stopping the smile and the surge of happiness when Jason moans again.

“Harder, Bruce – yes --”

Jason is spasming in a way that means he's close. The sounds he makes are getting increasingly desperate, short and pained. Jason never looks as vulnerable as when he wants Bruce to show him he loves him.

“Fuck me-- please, Bruce--”

As gently as he can manage, Bruce puts a hand on Jason's throat. Jason's eyes widen and he nods breathlessly.

“Yes – do it--”

Bruce squeezes. Beneath his hold, Jason's pleading is cut along with his air. His spasms are getting closer, compelling Bruce's body to earn every vibration, to go deeper for them, and Bruce does, not taking his eyes away from Jason's face, his lips swollen and parted, all of him an invitation for Bruce to take, until Jason's eyes roll back, his back arches off the bed, and he comes with a choked scream.

Bruce releases the pressure on Jason's neck to let him take deep, coughing breaths, and laugh.

“Fuck, Bruce – oh, man – that was--”

He doesn't let him complete the sentence. When he closes his fingers over Jason's neck again and leans in, Jason tips his head to meet his lips and his eyelids slide closed.

His body is mellow, sated, and warm. His leg gives way and folds immediately when Bruce clutches it harder, nails scraping through the sheen of sweat, and spreads it wider again, drawing their bodies closer together. Bruce pushes into Jason like he's trying to meld them, and he grinds and thrusts and feels Jason's hips rolling with the motions he imposes on them. Lets him use it-- him however he needs to.

Fifty seconds-- Jason's eyes are turning wild, he's going to need to breathe soon, clenching harder around Bruce with every breath he misses--

Bruce pushes his tongue into Jason's mouth, inciting Jason to respond. Distract him from the lack of air, letting small moans pour into the boy's mouth.

When Jason's teeth bite into his lip, everything becomes white. Maybe he shouts something; he only hears, from far away, Robin laughing in Jason's raucous voice.

For several golden minutes they're as silent as their ragged breathing lets them be. When Jason's chest has stopped wheezing, he lifts his eyes to Jason's neck. He's been stroking it since the aftershock of the orgasm left him aware of more than the shattering bliss to be attained in Jason's body. Tender without thinking.

“Oh,” Bruce says faintly. The shape of his fingers can still be made out on the reddened skin. “I-- there'll be a mark.”

Wordlessly, Jason grabs Bruce's other hand and brings it to his waist, and smiles sharply behind his lashes.

“Don't worry about the marks.”

Jason's voice sounds raw.

And even though Bruce isn't convinced, he doesn't reply. Just curls his hand over Jason's hip and keeps on petting him.