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When Jason had suggested the idea, cheeks flushed as he avoided eye contact, he didn’t think Dick would actually indulge in the idea. It was some bizarre fantasy that was more of a wet dream than anything. But he should have known better really, he knows how fucked up Dick is, how readily he’ll agree to the most insane shit to simply just try it. He gets a certain feral gleam in his eyes, that sweet smile of his turning that touch condescending as he teases “Oh, you really want it, huh Little Wing?” in a low husky voice that always makes Jason’s breath hitch in his throat.
He knew he was fucked from the moment Dick heard him speak. From the moment the words were in the air, unable to be taken back.
“I kind of want to be fucked on my grave.”
He thought he never would have to experience the feeling of gravedirt under his fingernails, of his hands clawing into hard dirt, but Jason doesn’t find himself minding under the cover of night with grass clenched in tightly closed fists. To be fair, he isn’t sure he’s having many thoughts at all, let alone worrying about that.
It’s hard to try and form a coherent string of words within his mind when calloused fingers are working open his soaking cunt, pressing against his walls in well learnt ways that has Jason further melting into the pleasure. Dick knew how to get him ready quickly, knowing how much Jason needed his cock once he got into a certain headspace. It’s something laced in trust, the way he gives up control for once, letting the older man take care of him while his brain stops for a while.
“Dickie,” The other's name falls from his lips as a desperate whispered plea from where his face is pressed into the dirt, ass up in the air. He couldn’t find it in him to care for the dirt clinging to his skin. But when long fingers are pulled from him too soon he can’t stop the soft whine that falls free, a noise no one else would have the pleasure of hearing.
“Naw, what’s wrong Jay?” Dick teases, moving closer and draping himself over Jason’s back, the smile he wears is one you can hear in his voice, having too much fun with this. The night is the only thing giving them privacy, anyone could wander into the graveyard, but neither man cared. It wouldn’t be the first time they got caught.
Jason opens his mouth to respond but chokes on his words as Dick decides that this is the perfect moment to press his cockhead to Jason’s entrance where there’s only a little resistance from not being fully stretched out before the tip pops in. A moan escapes him as Dick buries his face into a scarred shoulder with a groan.
There is always a stretch, no matter how many times they fuck there will always be that slight burn as Dick presses in, because that’s how Jason likes it- how he enjoys it. And he doesn’t even try to muffle the gasped out moan fucked from his throat as Dick thrusts in all at once. The position is one of both their favorites, the animalistic urges that surface when they fuck like this, the feral need that encourages them to keep going.
“Fuck- feel so good Little Wing.” Dick’s voice is low, just for the two of them as his teeth graze Jason’s shoulder, teasing the skin as he grinds further into the addictive heat that he wishes to never leave, even as he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in. “So good for your big brother.”
It’s always those words that have Jason clenching hard around the cock spearing into him with not a hint of hesitance. It does something to his brain- his big brother fucking him. God- his big brother fucking him on his own grave- it’s something that would make so many fucking self righteous assholes clutch their pearls. Man if only they knew of the shit their family got up to, not even mentioning their night activities.
But that train of thought is gone as quickly as it came, Dick starting to speed up his thrusts, hand moving downwards with swift fingers paying attention to his enlarged t-dick. The teeth that had only been scraping at his skin suddenly dug in, drawing a surprised noise from Jason as skin broke and Dick’s tongue was quick to clean any blood before it could escape out of his mouth's reach.
As the pleasure was finally starting to mount to the point he’d been waiting for, Dick pulls out, and uses the lack of guard in Jason’s posture to push him onto his back, moving him into a new position before pushing in again. Jason was flat on his back, ankle up on the other man's shoulder, and there’s a burn as Dick forces him to fold, but it’s just so good- especially when stars burst across his vision at the feeling of something blunt hitting his cervix.
“Fuck!” Jason chokes out, too far gone to say anything of worth or merit.
The new angle allows Dick to pick up the pace, repeatedly battering against Jason’s cervix to the point he knows it’ll bruise, that this will be felt later. He leans back, one hand on Jason’s hip, the other holding onto cold carved marble to keep steady. He could tell by the uptick in noises that Jason wasn’t going to last much sooner, and honestly? Neither was he at this rate.
The stars stay in Jason’s vision, the pleasure so good it feels like he’s not getting enough oxygen, too busy having the breath fucked out of him to remember how to breathe in. He can’t even get a proper warning out before his cunt is clamping around the cock in him, walls pulsing as his muscles tense and shake, cumming hard. And Dick just fucks him through it before burrowing home as he releases into the heat trying to milk him dry.
They’re still for a moment, chests heaving hard as they try to both catch their breath, and Jason makes a sort of sad noise as Dick pulls out, feeling too empty and not liking the cold air that hits the mess between his thighs.
He lifts his head to complain before freezing, catching the feral smile on Dick’s face as he moves down Jason’s body until his head is between well built thighs that could crush his head like a watermelon.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet baby.” He purrs out, and Jason just knows he’s going to be well spent by the time Dick lets them leave.