Damian, stop corrupting the innocent.
Wilkes does not count as the innocent.
Because I said so.
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Well hey there Damian.
Tt…Grayson…how are you…
Hey, I saw you kissing lots of Stephs. And I’ve seen you kiss Dick. And I’ve seen the way you feel about that Gabby chick. And Catlad. -folds arms- Are we becoming monogamous now? We’ve made out like one time…..we haven’t even been on one date.
Not monogamous. Just Jasonogamous. Which means you have to be a good boy and I can do whatever the fuck I want.
And hey. Catlad doesn’t count. Those are rival kisses. We have a legacy to uphold.
Damian didn’t jump at the voice, didn’t even turn to see Jason, just smirked—an action which showed in his voice.
“Tt…actually, I think I just did.” He looked over his shoulder at Jason, the smirk replaced by Damian’s usual flat demeanor. ”You’re a hard guy to locate, you know that?” He turned the rest of the way around, and walked over to the other.
Jason was a little surprised at Damian’s answer but didn’t let it show. Instead, he shrugged and approached the other.
“You? Looking for little ol’ me?” Jason feigned a southern belle’s accent, lips curling upwards, “What an honor.”
Damian crossed his arms over his chest and gave Jason a rather cool look, sighting. ”I simply…I find you entertaining, that’s all.” In fact, Damian wasn’t sure what had compelled him to come looking for Jason.
Maybe it really was just that he was fond of his company.
“So don’t feel too special.”
I don’t hold muysef responsible for what Little D does Wally.
Damian, this does not excuse you from anything either.
I promise I won’t do any harm that’ll last over 5 months.
No. I am not. Why are you going on a date with Harley Goddamned Quinn?
*sick grin* Why were you flirting with Tim the other day? *sighs and shrugs* I’ve been babysitting this Harley so she doesn’t end back up with the Joker.
-narrows eyes and wrinkles nose- I guess that’s noble of you. -pauses- Why, were you sitting there, consumed with rage or something? -teasing-
*folds his arms across his chest and turns his face away* No. I wasn’t. Like I give a fuck what you do with Drake. I just hope the fragile little princess can handle you. *scoffs*
Then why let it bother you at all? *he presses closer to Jason, looking at him with a very honest expression* What are you afraid of? That it’s wrong? Have either of us really ever cared about social standards. *his eyes scan all over Jason’s face, across his lips, up his nose, and finally searching into his eyes* C’mon, Jayjay, grab me. Kiss me. What’s the worst that could happen? *he presses his lips against Jason’s again, his tongue flicking out to trace the line of the other’s lips* We might enjoy it?
-Jason gasps just a little. Thinking himself girlish, he frowns, trying to make up his mind, but seeing Damian, this close to him, looking at him like that- You’re right. -He can’t help himself. He wraps his arms around the younger one and presses him close, kissing him deeply and biting his lower lip, squeezing Damian’s torso just a little too tightly for a moment. Grinding upwards and smelling faintly of smoke, he smirks- Careful what you wish for, little bird.
The problem was, Damian didn’t start playing games unless he intended on winning them. And after that first sign of fluster crossed Jason’s face, he had known that they were going to play. It didn’t help that he felt comfortable with him, or that he…he kind of l…no. Damian wasn’t going to go there. He let out a soft noise, fingers again finding purchase in the older male’s shirt, tugging as if they could get any closer. Forget the way Jason smelled, the way he tasted was more interesting. Dark, rich, a little smokey. He smirked into the kiss, reciprocating with a nip at Jason’s upper lip, quick and a little bit rough, just a reminder that he wasn’t docile. “I never make wishes without thinking of the outcome first, Jaybabe. Besides…” Damian tried to focus enough through the tangled limbs, mixed saliva, and that damn upward motion of Jason’s hips to get out his next point, “…you’re my first pick. You’re not second anything to me.” one of his hands moved and caught into Jason’s hair, a light—but oddly genuine—smile fixing itself on his face as he pressed forward again, hips rocking ever so slightly. “Kiss me again.”
-Tt- Hello Damian..
Damian. -wrinkles nose- At least promise you’re not a twat like the last few I’ve met.