All of You

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/8426722.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics)
Relationship: Roy Harper/Jason Todd
Character: Jason Todd, Roy Harper
Additional Tags: Trans Character, ftm Jason, comfort through sex, Restraints, Handcuffs,
Blindfolds, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, JayRoy week 2016!
Language: English
Collections: JayRoy Week 2016
Stats: Published: 2016-11-09 Words: 2,152 Chapters: 1/1

All of You
by TimmyJaybird

Summary

When Jason is wound too tight, sometimes he just needs his control ripped from him.
Sometimes he needs to not think about anything except his connection to his body, and his
anchor to this world. Sometimes he just needs someone to make him feel good.

Notes

Day 7's theme was a three way tie between "Domestic Fluff", "Ghosts", and "Handcuffs". I
did a bit of a combo with ghosts and handcuffs.

Sad to see this week end, but hopefully we'll have another one soon!

Jason arched, tugging his arms. They didn’t move, held up tightly above him, clasped together and
chained to the bed. His shoulders ached from being held up like this, pulled tight above his head,
but the ache, the burn, was welcome . Because it meant he was at someone else’s mercy- and for
once, he could just exist .

There were hands on his heavy thighs, rubbing at the muscle. Roy’s hands, he knew, without
looking. He knew the calluses on his fingers, the size of his palm, the grip of his fingertips. He
knew them from endless nights of intimacy and countless moments of simply grasping them when
he needed an anchor. The mouth that pressed next to one, a moment later, was no stranger either.

“You’re so gorgeous like this.” Roy breathed the words into Jason’s tanned skin, and Jason tipped
his head back, shivering. With the blindfold over his eyes, he couldn’t be sure if they were open or
not, but that was okay. He didn’t need to see Roy to know his image, in his mind. Roy’s mouth
moved higher, pushing Jason’s thighs further apart- and Jason let out a little noise when he paused
to suck so close to the juncture- close enough that he was sure Roy could smell how badly he
wanted him.

Jason needed this. He needed Roy- needed Roy to take everything away from him. The night
terrors were back, and he’d been going days without sleep. He’d run himself ragged on patrol, and
even Lian noticed when she left for school that morning that Jason looked like a ghost. Paler than
usual, dark circles under his eyes- it was a look far more fitting and attractive on Tim than on him.

Roy skipped the place Jason wanted his mouth the most, pushing up to kiss at Jason’s hip, before
sliding up his side. His mouth grazed an old scar from a knife wound, before he was moving to
kiss below Jason’s ribs. “Where are you?”

“With you,” Jason admitted- not lost in a half asleep stupor, nor dreading the moment he’d attempt
to let his head hit the pillow that night. Simply there, in that moment.

“And what are you?”

“Safe,” Jason whispered, relaxing as Roy’s hands skimmed along his sides. His mouth moved
higher, tongue laving out along one scar on his chest. Jason shivered, pushing towards his mouth.
Roy was the only one allowed to touch him there , to love the scars that had made Jason feel better
about his body. He’d never had anyone else touch him that had truly wanted to- but even curious
fingers made his stomach flip. But Roy… Roy was different.

Roy treated them like battle scars. Like Jason was a survivor , and never an oddity . Never a
spectacle.

“Exactly.” His mouth moved higher, his tongue rolling around one nipple. Jason could feel the dull
sensation, and pushed his hips up because he wanted to be touched where it mattered - where his
nerves had never been disconnected. He knew that Roy knew these touches were a certain kind of
torture- and yet they made Jason want more.
Roy’s mouth continued upwards, along his neck, before he was breathing into his ear, hot and
heavy and Jason knew he wanted this too. Knew his terror and insomnia had kept him from Roy’s
touch for longer than either liked-

Jason wasn’t sure what it said about them, that just a few days without sex was too damn long .

“How do you want me?” Roy asked, his tongue tracing the shell of Jason’s ear. “My mouth or my
cock or my fingers?”

Jason shivered, squeezed his eyes shut. He could see Roy behind his eyelids, those green eyes of
wildfire, his hair free and falling against his freckled cheeks. The perfect part to his lips and how
perfectly they could fit between Jason’s teeth.

“All of you.” Jason swallowed, spreading his thighs more, heels digging into the bed. “ All of you ,
please. Remind me who I am .”

Roy chuckled, warm vibrations from his chest, and Jason turned. He was greeted by a kiss,
perfectly slow and affectionate, and Jason tugged, wanted to get his arms around Roy but couldn’t .
Not with the damn cuffs- but he’s asked for them. He’d asked for Roy to take everything away,
every bit of control and thoughts and breath, and to replace it .

Replace it with something better.

“You can have it,” Roy mumbled, lazily kissing him. There was a love you somewhere in there, but
Jason swallowed it down, let it settle warm in his ribs where he kept all of Roy’s words. When Roy
pulled away, kissed his way back down the center of Jason’s body, it was full of promise. Jason
sighed, let himself go lax again, smiling as Roy’s tongue dipped into his navel, before his mouth
was following the trail of dark, dawny hair there towards his groin.

This time, Roy didn’t detour, but instead laid out between Jason’s legs and kissed gingerly at his
lips. Jason sucked in a breath, felt Roy’s hands on his thighs again, gentle now, as he kissed lightly,
teased but didn’t let his tongue most past that warm flesh. It made Jason wild, crazy in the right
way, in the way he needed. Made him focus on his body and that it was his, that it felt good and
could be good.

“Pretty boy,” Roy mumbled into him, before his tongue licked a hot, long trail up his lips. Jason
groaned, and Roy moved his hands, spread Jason wide and exhaled against him. Jason trembled.
“What should I do to your cunt, baby?”

Once Jason might have cringed over that, but now… years had given him confidence, had made
his belly go tight and hot whenever Roy talked like that. Because it didn’t make him doubt who he
was.

His mouth fell open, but the words weren’t there. Just little noises, wordless pleas. Roy chuckled,
his tongue flicking out, a single teasing touch to Jason’s clit. “Words, Jaybird.”

“Nnh, Roy-” Jason tossed his head, could feel the build up from their lack of intimacy. “Just… kiss
me.”

“Yeah? Where?” Roy leaned forward, his tongue moving heavier, slower now, over Jason’s clit.
“Here?” Jason gave a breathy yes , and Roy’s tongue swirled around it. Jason swore he was
throbbing, needed this so damn badly, and Roy was so good with his mouth. Jason had no idea
how many people he’d had to have been with to get as good as he did- and he didn’t care. Because
no one else got Roy now, not like this. Not ever again. “Mm, Jay.” Roy’s tongue dipped down
lower, teased his entrance, and Jason gave a breathy yelp, a full shudder running through him.
“You always taste like heaven.”

Whatever Roy was doing to Jason, it was exactly what he needed.

Jason’s chest heaved, and Roy lapped his way back up, this time not giving him only a single
teasing touch, but letting his tongue lap heavily over his clit, over and over again. Jason gasped,
pushing towards his mouth, trying to grind into Roy’s tongue, as his lover’s hands were back on
his thighs, holding them open. His thumbs pressed in, hitting nerves that Jason was embarrassed
were so damn sensitive, and he was crying out, wanting more and more and more .

Wanting to come already.

Roy sucked gently, his tongue swirling now, making Jason achingly sensitive. He kept bucking up,
but Roy didn’t seem to mind. He pressed closer, tongue pushing harder, and it was his name that
Jason was screaming, when he finally came. He bucked and arched, his hands flexing, tugging at
the cuffs. Roy groaned, let Jason fuck himself against his mouth until he was collapsing back,
gasping for breath.

Roy pushed himself up, and Jason could hear him moving, but he wasn’t saying a word. He felt the
bed move as he climbed off it, the rustle of clothing- and finally foil, tearing open. Jason whined,
his head rolling to one side, cheek pressed to his stretched shoulder. It was agonizingly long years
and fucking seconds before Roy was back between his legs, grasping them and hoisting them up.
Jason gave a surprised little noise- and Roy was inside him in a single, deep thrust.

He gasped, arching, and Roy groaned, must have tipped his head back. “Shit,” he muttered,
grinding into Jason like he somehow wanted to get deeper into his body. “I’m sorry babe… I
couldn’t wait .”

Jason didn’t want him to wait.

“Roy,” was all he managed, before Roy was pulling back, thrusting into him sharp and hard. Jason
attempted to meet him, the ghost of his first orgasm still there. Still clawing at him, reminding him
he hadn’t come down from the high- and Roy, he was going to drive him straight to it again.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” Roy leaned over him, groaned through his teeth. “Baby relax . Or are you
going to come again?” Jason nodded, his mouth open as he panted, couldn’t catch his damn breath.
Roy must have grinned, Jason could hear it in his voice. “Yeah? Am I being that good to you?”

He was being so good that Jason couldn’t believe Roy was real, in a part of his mind.

Roy let go of one of Jason’s thighs, his hand splaying down on his pelvis. His thumb pressed to
Jason’s clit, rubbing in quick circular patterns as he continued to thrust- and it was everything
Jason needed. Everything and he didn’t have to say a word because Roy was somewhere deep
inside his mind now, had wormed his way in and was never leaving again.

Jason clasped his hands together, screaming wordlessly in his second orgasm. He tightened around
Roy, who didn’t stop touching him until Jason was melting, nothing but hot liquid around him. He
lay limp against the bed, heard the thump of Roy’s hands slamming onto the mattress as he nearly
collapsed onto him. He was thrusting wildly, free now that he knew Jason had gotten his pleasure-
desperately seeking his own.

But it wasn’t until Roy was kissing him desperately, whimpering into his mouth and tasting like
Jason’s cunt, that he finally got off. Jason sucked at his tongue, moaned around it because he loved
how he tasted from Roy’s mouth, and he couldn’t ever be sure it wasn’t that simple fact, that Roy
knew that, that had him coming. Had Roy’s hips stuttering and losing all rhythm, wordless noises
falling into Jason’s mouth.
Roy lay on top of him, after, having broke the kiss to bury his face in Jason’s neck. His weight was
a pleasant sort of anchor, even if it made it slightly harder to breath. Jason didn’t mind. He was
smiling, couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or not and not caring. He felt tired , the sort of
exhaustion that had been creeping into him for days now- except this was peaceful. It wasn’t
desperate, wasn’t heavy and suffocating.

Roy’s mouth moved lazily against his neck, before he was finally lifting off Jason. He missed the
feel of his body, but was relieved when the chain holding the cuffs was released, and his arms
could flop down, hands resting on his belly now. Roy worked the cuffs open, tossed them away
towards the foot of the bed, before he was carefully undoing the blindfold.

Jason blinked, the room so bright even with the light off, compared to the sweet darkness he’d had
a moment before. But when his vision cleared, there was Roy smiling at him, and it was the best
damn thing he’d ever seen.

“You okay?” he asked, reaching out to smooth back Jason’s hair. He nodded, turning towards his
hand, kissing his palm. Tired he mumbled, and Roy dragged his thumb along Jason’s lips. “Think
you can get some sleep?” Jason nodded, and Roy pulled back. He stood up, and Jason watched
through half lidded eyes as Roy pulled the condom off, tying it off and tossing it towards their
wastebasket. He tugged at the blankets, before reaching out to gently pull at one of Jason’s arms.
Jason shifted, rolled into the spot made for him, as Roy tugged the blanket up. He bent over,
kissed Jason’s temple, who sighed, feeling like he was only half there. “Get some sleep, okay? You
deserve it sweetheart.”

Jason smiled, but couldn’t be sure if he thanked Roy verbally, or just in his mind. Still, he closed
his eyes and listened to the sounds of him getting dressed- knew he’d go off to work in his
workshop, until he had to get Lian from school. Mentally, Jason wondered if he’d wake up to make
dinner.

It would only be the next morning, when he came back to, after more than twelve hours of
dreamless sleep, that he’d realize he definitely would not.

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