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The rest of the family seemed to have accepted that Jason and Bruce were a couple by the time the pair came down for breakfast. Dick seemed intent to not look at either of them which Bruce figured was fair. Steph was grinning as Duke passed what looked like fifty dollars to her, which Bruce couldn’t begrudge her since she had given him free advice. He did worry a bit about Damian glaring at him but figured they’d talk over whatever was causing that.
They finished eating without much drama, which in their family meant that only two fights broke out but thankfully no one did anything more physically aggressive than throwing a butter knife. Thankfully Tim ducked in time to miss Jason’s attack so all was well. He did wonder if he would need to deal with any fall out from his friends in the league but figured it wasn’t any of the teams business what he and another adult got up to.
Eventually the family parted ways to do whatever they had planned for this particular Saturday. Meanwhile Jason dragged Bruce along to the library where he quickly grabbed a book. Bruce soon found himself on the window seat with Jason sprawled on his lap, head resting on his shoulder.
They lay there in silence for what felt like an hour, with Bruce holding Jason close as he quietly read aloud to him. The sun rose high as they finally rose, the book paused at the end of a chapter. They began kissing, softly and gently in contrast to the passion of the night before.
They managed to pull themselves away, after a long while, and rise to go back to bed. Jason’s rough fingers dragged paths of electricity up Bruce’s chest as he stripped Bruce’s shirt away. Before he could be pushed onto the bed he interrupted, asking “Can we switch things up this time?”
Jason quickly nodded his assent and dove back in for a kiss, biting Bruce’s lower lip. Bruce pulled back to rid the man of his clothes and push him onto the bed. He crawled between his legs, a plan forming in his mind, before he grabbed Jason by the knees and began kissing his way up, He nipped his thigh leaving purple blooming as he worked his way up. Once he reached the crease at his thigh he switched legs and started from the knee once more.
“Stop teasing,” Jason growled pulling Bruce’s hair the slightest bit as he grabbed him. Bruce didn’t let it stop him from slowly working his way back up and stopping again just to drive him crazier. Jason let out a whine and looked shocked to have made the noise. Before he could recover Bruce wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and swallowed it down.
He overestimated himself though and has to pull back to only two-thirds after nearly gagging. He starts a rhythm as he starts fingering Jason. He’s stopped as the lube is passed to him. He slicks his fingers and pushes them in, searching for Jason prostate.
He knows he’s hit it when Jason jerks under him and pushes himself down his throat. He pulls back as the man apologizes, but he waves it away as he returns to fingering him open. When he feels ready Bruce gently scoops Jason up and positions him over himself.
He catches on to Bruce’s plans and grabs his shoulder with one hand while lining them up with the other. At the first press in Bruce clutches him harder not wanting to rush him. Jason seems to have other plans as he pushes himself down until he’s seated on Bruce’s thighs, taking him completely.
They sit there for a moment before Jason begins a punishing rhythm, throwing his head back as he moans. Bruce tries to match his thrusts, pushing up into the tight heat of his body, fingers leaving bruises on his hips as he keeps him balanced. He notices Jason’s movements getting more frantic as he gets closer to cumming, and aims for his prostate to get him there.
The fingers Jason had dug unto his shoulders scratch down his back as he begins cuming. The sharp sting pushes him over the edge along with the sudden tightening around his length. As they come down Bruce gently lays Jason down on his back, carefully pulling out.
He lifts Jason back into his position from earlier, but this time instead of sucking hickeys into his thighs, he presses his tongue into his hole and begins cleaning him up.