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It’s Slade’s return home from his mission which wakes Jason up from his nap.
He hears Slade’s footsteps approaching him, and although in other circumstances the noise of footsteps when he was previously alone would instantly put Jason on alert, he knows the sounds of Slade in their shared apartment very well.
He knows them deep in his bones.
Sitting up and blinking away sleepiness, Jason gives his husband a soft, small smile. The grin that Slade flashes him is less soft and much more on the hungry side.
“Did you miss me, Little Bat?” asks Slade, a little smugly, because he knows damn well the answer to that is an emphatic yes. It would be obvious even if Jason weren’t wearing the collar Slade gave him, with one of Slade’s shirts tangled up around him.
Jason takes Slade by the hand and tugs him toward the bed. He gives Slade a shit-eating grin and says, “I certainly didn’t miss your snoring, old man.”
A playful smack to Jason’s backside is Slade’s response to that. “Do you know what I missed about you?”
Gazing deeply and adoringly into his husband’s single ice blue eye, Jason says sweetly, “Why don’t you show me?”
He knows perfectly well Slade isn’t going to resist such an offer, and Slade’s answer is to capture Jason’s mouth for a passionate kiss. Jason opens his mouth to let Slade deepen the kiss, and Slade’s tongue immediately plunders his mouth, laying claim to Jason. The sound Jason makes would be very embarrassing if he didn’t already know just how much Slade enjoys every moan and whimper he causes Jason to make.
He can feel Slade’s smile against his skin as they pause for breath, and then Jason dutifully holds out his hands, presenting his wrists for Slade to bind securely with rope from their nightstand drawer. Jason could almost purr in pleasure as Slade tightens the rope with a whisper of “Mine,” into Jason’s black and white hair.
Slade pulls out other toys to use on Jason, adorning Jason to his liking with spreader bars forcing his ankles and thighs open for Slade, a ball gag to muffle Jason’s moans exactly the way Slade enjoys, and a long leather leash twisted around Slade’s hand.
That sleepy, happy, playful feeling from Jason first woke up to Slade’s presence soon turns into bliss as Slade claims and worships every inch of his husband’s body.
All Jason has ever wanted was to belong to someone, to be loved by someone, but it’s always seemed like everyone who loved him was bound to turn on him or abandon him.
Except for Slade.
Jason shivers in exquisite pleasure at each claiming mark that Slade sucks into his skin. He practically melts beneath the possessive touch at his hips, and he can’t help the moans that escape through the gag at the feel of ownership as Slade tugs on his leash in sync with the rhythm that he fucks Jason.
Every touch, every pressure, every bit of pleasure and pain — they all consume Jason with that overwhelming knowledge that he belongs, body and heart, to Slade Wilson.
“Yours,” he groans through the gag. I’m all yours.
After Slade has cummed the first couple times — for there will be plenty more times that afternoon and then that evening; Slade’s enhancements can keep him going for hours while Jason cries from overstimulation but can’t bear to have Slade stop for even a moment — he licks away the semen dribbling out of Jason’s sensitive hole. Every caress of Slade’s tongue has Jason begging for his own release, until Slade finally, mercifully grants him permission.
“Go ahead, Pretty Bat,” Slade murmurs against Jason’s skin, and Jason is weeping as he cums and then practically collapses, boneless into Slade’s arms.
He’s still bound and gagged as he starts to doze off, safe and sound and secure in his husband’s embrace, while Slade gently cards his fingers through Jason’s hair and brushes soft kisses against his skin.
“I’ve never been happier to belong you,” says Slade.