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"Hey honey I'm home!" Roy hollered as he stepped through the front door, snickering all the while. Jason thought it was dumb whenever he said things like that, so as Roy rounded the corner to the kitchenette-slash-living room he was fully expecting the younger man to roll his eyes at him. Instead, what greeted him was two glorious, fully naked globes of—
"Cake," Roy murmured in fascination. And what a glorious sight it was: Jason wearing nothing but an apron two sizes too small as he moved around the small kitchen, putting the finishing touches to a large chocolate cake. The apron was so tiny on his large frame that it only came down to the top of his powerful thighs, barely covering anything, if at all. Roy had no doubt he'd be flashing him when he turned around.
Vaguely Roy registered that his mouth was hanging open, and that he probably looked like an idiot. But he couldn't help it - that ass was right there, looking absolutely scrumptious. Roy knew from experience it felt as good as it looked too, each cheek fit perfectly in his palms and blushed prettily whenever he grabbed a firm handful. Any second now, he'd shake himself out of the stupor and walk closer. But for a whole moment, all he could do was stare dreamily at Jason's very naked behind.
That was how Jason found him when he looked over his shoulder at the redhead.
"Hello to you too," he snorted as he wiped his hands with a tea towel.
Roy snapped his mouth shut and his eyes up to Jason's sheepishly.
"You got something there, at the corner of your mouth-" Jason gestured at him- "no, the other corner."
Roy scrubbed at his mouth as instructed and his hand came away with a bit of drool. Whoops.
"Sorry, guess I was hungrier than I thought."
Jason threw him a knowing look as he came closer. "Good thing I'm almost done."
"What's with the surprise anyway?" Roy gestured around the kitchen. Now that he was paying attention, he noticed that there was a pot simmering slowly on the stove. Something was cooking in the oven too, some sort of roast, and it smelled heavenly.
"Well I said I'd make it up to you, didn't I?"
Last week they'd had to cancel their anniversary dinner because of another Arkham breakout, and Jason had spent the night sweaty in full gear and annoyed with Bruce instead of naked and fucked out in Roy's bed, as things should've been. Worse was the fact that Roy had already purposefully taken his night off. By the time Jason had returned home it was nearly sunrise, and Roy was snoring on the couch with a sad-looking half-eaten box of takeout on the coffee table.
"We missed our dinner reservation so I figured I'd cook the five course meal myself right here." Jason paused. "You do like a five-course dinner, right?"
It had been Jason who chose the restaurant and made the reservation last time, after all.
"Oh that's more than fine, babe. But I was referring to this surprise." Roy sidled closer and settled a possessive hand against Jason's lower back. His other hand found its way to the ass. Roy cupped one of the cheeks with his palm and delighted in the small, happy sigh that illicited from Jason.
"It's not a Michelin star dinner without a proper view," Jason said, turning in Roy's arms to face him properly. Even as he was speaking he couldn't keep a straight face at the terrible joke.
"Any chance I could steal a bite of the appetizer?" Roy replied with a shit eating grin of his own. He continued to map out the naked skin beneath his palms, one hand sweeping across the broad back and the other gliding lower still down the curves of the pert ass. He sucked in a breath as his fingers ghosted across the rim and came away wet. He groaned at the knowledge that Jason must've prepped beforehand, fucked himself loose on his own fingers before Roy came home.
"How much longer is that roast going to take?" He asked, his voice strained.
"About 20 minutes."
"Get us off in 10 and I'll let you fuck me as many times as you want after dinner."
"Deal."
*
Roy started shucking his clothes from the word go, and as soon as they fell into bed their hands were all over each other. They'd memorised each other's bodies inside out by now, but still they could never get enough of this, exploring every inch of skin like they were discovering each other all over again. They thrusted messily against each other, panting into each other's mouths even though they'd barely done anything yet.
Jason ran his hands through Roy's hair as he was kissed senseless, tasting ginger snaps on his tongue. He knocked the hair tie out of the way so that he could tug and pull at the loose orange locks just the way he knew Roy liked. Roy groaned, pulling away from the kiss to take a breath with great regret. "God, you're so good," he whispered, a confession on his lips. "Turn around, babe."
Roy didn't have to ask twice. Jason got on his knees readily, placing his hands on the headboard. He glanced back at the redhead, who'd suddenly decided to rummage in the drawers for lube and a condom.
"Don't bother, Roy. Just come here."
Roy looked up at him like he was something sacred just for suggesting that he did it bare. Jason rolled his eyes fondly and pulled Roy in by the neck for another kiss. They breathed against each other as Roy slid inside. His cock was thick enough that even though Jason was almost dripping with lube, every inch of that thick length dragged against his walls, and he loved it.
Soon Roy was thrusting at a familiar rhythm, every thrust hitting that spot that made Jason see stars. Roy held Jason against his chest with one hand, the other tangling with Jason's at the headboard, and Jason sagged into the hold, letting Roy fuck him however he liked. It was often less about getting to come and more about knowing that Roy was able to take pleasure from him, his own body free for Roy to manhandle and use as he saw fit. They'd explored that aspect a bit more as the years went by, but right now they were on a time crunch. Perhaps after dinner they'd be able to do a proper scene.
At length, Roy's thrusts started picking up in ferocity, stuttering in a telltale manner as he skirted the edge of orgasm.
"Come on Roy, wanna feel you," Jason said, pushing back against his thrusts.
"Fuck," came a harsh breath against Jason's neck, and then Jason felt it, the warmth and wetness spilling deep inside his belly.
Roy grabbed him by the chin and pulled him into another long, dirty kiss. It was only when his cock started going soft that he pulled out, the load he'd blown trailing out messily. Roy scooped some of it up, offering a few fingers to Jason, and Jason sucked them in, licking up the fluid without further instruction.
"Lie down," Roy said softly, and Jason shuddered knowing what was to come.
He rested on his front, his erection trapped between his belly and the mattress, but it seemed to matter even less in the prospect of getting his ass eaten out. He raised his hips slightly in anticipation as Roy scooted down the bed and came face to face with that coveted ass, now thoroughly messed up and streaked with his seed. Roy spared only another second admiring the view before diving in, holding the hips still and following the mess with his tongue from the thighs to the taint. Then he slid his hands onto the ass, kneading those cheeks and pulling them apart as easy as dough to bare the hole for his tongue. It quivered beneath his attention, twitching in time with Jason's moan as he lapped at it shallowly.
"Roy- come on-"
Roy smirked, sensing that Jason was on the tip of begging for his tongue. He licked into it, alternating between nibbling at the rim and rough thrusts of his tongue into his insides. He moaned against the heat of Jason's ass, nearly suffocating with it as he scooped out the mess he'd left behind with his tongue, and Jason's moans seemed to chorus with his as the moans sent vibrations up his hole.
"More, Roy- More-"
But Roy was already going to town, licking into him with an enthusiasm only broken whenever he had to pull back to take a much needed breath, and even then he busied himself playing with the ass, sliding the promise of a thumb into that fucked out hole, slapping the cheeks and watching them bounce... Fascinated, Roy leaned in and bit the meaty part of it just before the ass met the thighs and drank up the responding choked out moan. He bit the other cheek in kind, his earlier hunger suddenly back in full force, and he bit the ass again, and again.
It went on long enough that he'd stopped lapping at his hole completely, and Roy felt the body tense beneath his hands.
"Roy, what-"
He was sinking his teeth back into the flesh before Jason could finish his question, hard enough this time to draw blood. Jason shouted, half in surprise and half in pain. But Roy continued like a man possessed, tearing into that ass with the same fervour as before. Jason screamed as he felt his ass tear into shreds, chunks of his ass cheeks falling away like crumbs on a cookie, the cream filling inside flowing out messily onto Roy's greedy tongue. In his tear filled vision he could barely make out the crumbs littering all across their bed, the cracked knuckles of his sourdough fingers twisting the bedsheets and leaving flakes of the crust behind in his agony. Someway, somehow, he was made of bread now, and he had a man at his back eating him up with no regard for the pain he felt. He sobbed, heartbroken as Roy lapped it all up, gobbling the mess down like—
"—a goddamn cream and jelly doughnut, god Jay, you have no idea—"
Roy was running his mouth now, the way he got when he was really into the sex they had, except Jason was screaming and why wasn't Roy stopping?
"—could spend my life eating you out, so good for me—"
Jason thrashed, screaming as he sat up and... opened his eyes.
He looked down at his hands. They looked normal now, all skin and muscles and sinew, and his body from he waist down felt unharmed and... whole. He sat up straighter, peering over the living room couch he was apparently sitting on, and looked over to the kitchen area. The roast was still cooking in the oven, the chocolate cake sat untouched, and the pot was simmering away.
Roy hadn't yet come back.
Jason let out a breath slowly as he ran a hand through his curls. Just a strange dream.
*
Roy made appreciative noises all throughout the meal. He dove in like a man starved from the first bite of the appetizer, all semblance of table manners thrown out the window once he realised "it's fucking delicious, Jay."
Jason turned away, smiling a little to himself. This was the man he loved, a goofball and a flatterer who always meant what he said. Nothing like the monster he'd seen in his dream.
"So I was thinking," Roy said as he chewed noisily with his mouth open, "maybe we could try something new after dinner?"
"Hm?" Jason looked up from the strip of sirloin steak he was cutting.
"You know, for the bedroom." Roy wagged his eyebrows.
Jason snorted. "Yes, I understood you the first time. I was waiting for you to explain what you wanna do."
"Oh," Roy ducked down beside him, rummaging through the bag he'd brought home. He came back up, producing a canister of whipped cream. "How do you feel about food sex?"
Jason set his fork and knife down calmly. Then he walked out of the room, into the privacy of their bedroom, and screamed into his pillow.