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Roy didn’t know what to do.
There was a protocol to follow within bat’s rules, it wasn’t often he stepped on Gotham’s pavement, gritty and dark as unpredictable as it was, despite that he should have seen this coming.
Now his teammate was vulnerable, dozed on Poison Ivy’s pollen, writhing and panting hard and heavy, babbling words that Roy was sure he was supposed to take as instructions to take to get Jason safe, to go through this situation without any additional outcome.
He wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with the situation, he’s had a few situations as Dick Grayson’s partner, but those times entitled Kori taking care of whatever horny need Dick had to take care of but now? What was he supposed to do? Especially when he was dealing with his friend’s little brother, one who was missing and presumed dead for years. So yes, Jason was younger, smart, impulsive but as meticulous as each of the bats. Probably more.
But his body was also burning with a fever only physical contact could be cured with reciprocal touch, one from a willing partner, and fuck was Jason a tempting lover, all muscle that softened with lush hips and pecs, never mind his leadership and his bat adjacent impulse to order those around him, with Jason laying and heaving after the dose was sprayed right in his nose he could barely form a sentence.
Which would be bad, Roy should do his utmost to take him somewhere safe to recover, somewhere where he could regain some of his sanity.
But then again.
“Please, please…” Jason was saying, eyes all glassy, body all spread and pliant.
Legs splayed and chest pumping out, pecs inflamed and ready for the taking.
It wasn’t fair. Dick would have to forgive him.
Roy hurried to settle between those thick legs, forgetting about the situation of Poison Ivy causing a rampage over Gotham, with his comms discarded and palms falling on each end of Jason’s ears. Jason automatically crossed his calves across his lower back. He was starting to breathe heavily as well, receiving him.
Yeah, Dick would have to forgive him.
“You okay, Jaybird? You sure you wanna let me—”
Jason didn’t say a word, but he squirmed erratically under him, pulling his crotch closer and closer to his, rubbing each other. Soon, their erections were frotting one against the other, his hips swinging up to his.
“Come on,” Jason said, his voice heavy, buckling his hips upwards to his. “Hurry,” he groaned.
Jason sounded a mess and Roy didn’t have the will or the reason to slow himself, he fumbles with Jason’s clothes, shoving his pants and briefs down to expose him. His suit is next, he hastily frees his growing erection with an eagerness he’d probably feel embarrassed about if Jason was able to process it. He leans forward looming over Jason’s prone body, he’s all too passive as Roy gets a hand under the back of his knees to make way to Jason’s hole, he lines his cock to it.
The pollen outrides any pain sensations and Jason is a quick healer, plus not a whiner, he’s sure he can take a good pounding without being a bitch about it.
Roy spits on the tip of his fingers, messily wetting Jason’s hole as damp as he can manage with the painful erection he’s withstanding and the temptation of Jason’s too warm body under his.
He hisses when the head of his cock breaches Jason’s tight rim, and Jason makes the most noise he’s made since he was dozed; a sharp cry startles him, spine arching— he doesn’t do much to get away from the intrusion, it’s rather an exaggerated reaction to being penetrated but he’d had weirder interactions during one night stands. And Jason’s noises were addictive.
It’s difficult to get inside into a dry ass, but Jason squirms beautifully as he slowly makes way inside his walls. He might be prioritizing his own experience since the pollen will make it good for Jason either way but he doesn’t want Jason to tear either.
“Ah…!” Jason cries out, and it’s enough of a temptation to push deeper and harsher than he meant to, Jason’s own hips raise to meet his trust.
“Fuck,” Jason babbles incoherently, a whine in his tone, “Daddy—” he breaths out, voice thing and barely there but Roy cannot not hear it.
It’s enough to make Roy’s thoughts freeze for a moment, then the world rewinds to Roy’s willpower completely out of the picture. His hips snap over and over, Jason’s tight ass ravels around him, hugging him with a warmth and strength that has his growling and panting onto Jason’s wrecked pretty face.
An ever warmer substance floods around his erection, and Roy tries to tell himself it’s some wacky Gotham shit going one rather than think Jason is actually bleeding from this.
Jason sobs and whines, latching onto his biceps with a desperate grip.
“Daddy!” Jason cries again, the word chanted to him the rougher he is. “Please, please, please—” Jason moans, a trail of saliva falling from his mouth.
If he had known Jason became such a needy whore while in the influence he’d have probably gotten a sample of the pollen himself and sprayed it directly onto Jason’s face before all of this.
“That’s it Jaybird,” Roy said, voice hoarse and bursting with desire, “Giving it to you so good, daddy’s fucking your cunt so good.”
Jason didn’t look like he was processing any of the words, with his eyes rolling to his skull and spit all over his mouth and jaw, but he was taking it like a good boy. Jason’s lips looked reddened, puffy and shiny with saliva.
Roy pushed deep, shoving Jason deeper down with his hand, the other closing around Jason’s throat. He couldn’t help himself, Jason’s mouth looked so lonely. He shoved his tongue in it, devouring Jason and each of the needy sounds that spilled from him, moaning and whining-
“Bammmph…!”
He didn’t expect that to be the thing that threw Jason over the edge. He clamped down hard around him, making it difficult to keep fucking into his tender hole but he had to manage, if the dose didn’t last enough for Jason to be out of it enough to tolerate what Roy wanted to keep doing to him through a second orgasm.
With the clock ticking against him, he focuses on chasing his own completion, he hammers down into Jason, his oversensitive walls massage around him deliciously and erratically, he tries to avoid his sweet spot but Jason keeps squirming under him.
He fucks onto Jason’s now wet hole hard and fast, his own breath quickening as he feels the throes of his climax approaching.
“That’s it, so good, baby.”
“Daddy…” Jason whines, pained and pathetic, eyes glazed over and unfocused.
“I’m about to come, Jaybird,” Roy assures, “Daddy’s gonna give it to you.”
Roy comes so hard his vision whitens for a second, his hips swing with inertia, grinding down on Jason’s hole to have him milking his aching cock. He groans in satisfaction when the muscles on Jason’s ass caress him like he owes him his existence.
“Fuck…” he breathes out, plopping down with exhausting atop Jason’s body.
He pants above him, recovering from the mind numbing orgasm he just experienced, the afterglow of the pleasure makes his whole body tingle pleasantly.
He doesn’t hear anything from Jason for a few minutes until he feels him stir under him.
“B…?”
Roy grumbles, voice gone, he didn’t think he had grunted all that much.
Jason’s ass was that good.
“Did you… you made me fucking bleed,” Jason complained, clarity suddenly back.
“Sorry,” Roy said, mind still buzzing with pleasant sensations to think of the situation as anything but worth it, “I’ll make it up to you, Jaybird I swear.”
He owed Jason anything after that.
A brief silence.
Long enough Roy looks up to Jason’s face for an answer.
Jason looks green, in a disgusted sort of way. Eyebrows scrunched up and drawn upwards, and mouth into an ugly grimace.
“Ivy dosed you,” Roy says, in lieu of a better excuse.
“...Roy?”
“Yeah?”
Jason barfs on him.
“Ah man, what the fu—”