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Jason could admit he’d been having … thoughts, lately.
Less than typical thoughts, that is.
Not to say his musings were usually on the straight and narrow - not at all - but these ones were just… even less so, to put it simply. Because, yeah, he had a thing for dominance and maybe a bit of a sadistic streak, but that wasn’t particularly uncommon.
What he’d been thinking of lately, though…
Well, not so much.
Alright, to say it outright, he was pretty sure he had a piss kink.
Not in the sense that he wanted to piss himself or have his partner do that - though he wasn’t necessarily all too opposed to the latter option - but in the sense that he wanted to piss inside his partner.
A shiver tingled its way down his spine just at the thought.
His cock shoved deep in little Timmy, up his ass or down his throat, piss and cum pouring inside his boy and filling him up while he was helpless to stop it -
Yeah.
And the Tim part - that was another thing. He and the Babybird had gotten it on more than a few times before already; casual stuff, no promises, no talks about something more. Consent stuff, obviously, but for a purely physical relationship. One that he could admit he’d been enjoying much more than he’d expected to and much more than he usually did with his partners.
Probably because Tim’s desires had thus far slotted perfectly with his own.
Tiny Tim with his big blue doe eyes, a sheen of tears making them glimmer in the low light even as the pearlescent droplets flowed down his cheeks, mixing with the snot and saliva from his nose and then lips that were stretched taut around Jason’s thick shaft that was shoved balls deep down his tight, convulsing throat -
Mmm, yeah, Tim was perfect. Just the right amount of subservience so that it wasn’t pathetic but instead enthralling in its submission.
Except now Jason had an issue, one very relevant to Tim and the acts they’d been getting into together, especially since every time Jason imagined pissing inside someone’s holes, he’d picture Tim’s goddamn face either slack jawed or filled to the brim and getting stuffed even fuller with Jason’s fluids either way.
To put it bluntly, the issue was that Jason wanted to piss in Tim, and he had absolutely zero fucking idea if Tim would be okay with that. And, unlike with their base discussion of kinks they’d glanced over before getting involved, goddamn urination kind of felt like taking it to a whole other level.
What? He wasn’t wrong. It’s not like when you asked about someone’s fetishes you went, ‘Oh! And what’re your thoughts on pee?’ No, you talked about normal shit, like bondage and gagging and whatever.
All of this to say that Jason had inadvertently ended up avoiding Tim for the last couple of weeks while he withered away in his own dilemma over discovering a new kink of his and how to bring it up.
Which was probably how they ended up in this situation.
-
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Tim said flatly, straight to the point, knee digging into the base of Jason’s spine where he had the larger man pinned to the floor of his own kitchen.
Jason let out a long sigh, chest deflating as he let his cheek smoosh against the cool tile below it; he wasn’t in the mood to fight. “Ergh,” he answered instead. He could practically hear Tim’s scowl above him.
“You’ve been avoiding me - for weeks,” Tim repeated, jamming harder into Jason’s back with the last two words.
Jason groaned, flapping his hand halfheartedly in a sign of peace and letting out a little sound of relief as Tim finally deigned to get off his back. Babybird was light, but he sure as hell knew how to hit a man where it goddamn hurt.
“Why.” Tim questioned, stepping back to give Jason room to stand, who was quick to do so, stretching his back out with a satisfying pop.
Jason eyed Tim, withholding a grimace at the eerily blank look on the other’s face. Yeah, he probably should’ve expected that. Nobody liked being left out of the loop - especially not a bat. Not to mention that Tim may have misunderstood his silence as a lack of interest or something of the sort, which was so far from being the case that it was almost funny. “‘s nothin,’” he said, 'cause he was an idiot.
Tim scowled. “Really.” he drawled, leaning back to rest against the wall and crossing his arms derisively.
Jason scowled back, defensive. “Really,” he agreed, withholding a wince at how snooty that was. He sounded like the goddamn demon brat.
Tim looked at him for several moments, analyzing, before decisively saying, “If you wanted to end this, you could’ve just said.”
Jason jerked forwards, “Wh- no!” he exclaimed, then snapped his mouth back shut, tsking. “I was just busy,” he sidestepped.
Tim gave him a deadpan look. “You’ve been busy.” he repeated flatly. Paused. “You do realize that I’m well aware of the fact that you’ve spent the past two days holed up here watching cat memes and Batman fails online, right?”
“Well fuck you too!” Jason declared, throwing his hands up. “Sounds busy as hell to me!” Goddammit.
Tim was quiet for a moment more - a very condemning sort of quiet - then, more tiredly, he exhaled. “If you want me gone, I’ll leave; stop with the whole shitting around the subject, though, Jason. Seriously.”
‘Shitting around the subject?’ Jason thought furiously, shoulders hiking up as he scowled harshly at Tim. Like it was fucking easy to bring this shit up? Huh? It’s not like Jason had been having an easy go of it for these past two weeks. He felt like a goddamn teenager all over again - what, with waking up with wet dreams about kinks he was half sure he never would’ve ended up mentioning to anyone - and now Tim just waltzed on in and thought he had the right to just say that shit?
“I wanna fuckin’ piss down your throat, is that what you wanna hear?!” Jason shouted, hands slamming down against the counter with an audible bang.
Tim’s teeth clicked with how fast he shut his mouth, eyes wide enough to be small moons with how startled he was at the exclamation.
Jason, meanwhile, willed his soul not to leave his body as mortification rapidly set in like a particularly deadly disease, a furious flush creeping up his neck and to his cheeks despite his very prominent desire for that exact effect to not be happening.
Tim’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, the sound seemingly too loud in the otherwise now silent room, and his tongue darted over his lower lip in a nervous tick. “You want-” he started, head tilting and chin lowering in a way that made it so he had to look at Jason through his lashes. “You said you wanna -” he cut himself off again.
Jason blew out a breath, bringing both his hands up to scrub at his cheeks and conveniently hide his tomato face. “You heard me,” he said gruffly, lowering his hands just enough to squint as accusingly as he could from over his fingers.
Tim finally managed to blink, and his own flush rose to lightly dust his cheeks in pink. “I - you - yeah?” he stuttered out, completely out of range from his usual verbal eloquence.
“Nice,” Jason deadpanned, finally dropping his hands and letting them fall to his sides, he tipped his head back to look at the ceiling, only partly because it was much easier to talk to a flat, inanimate surface about his fucking piss kink than it was with the guy he wanted to do the deed with. “I’ve gotta - piss thing.”
There was a silence, one in which Jason was man enough to admit that his heart rate ticked up a few traitorous notches as he waited, before Tim finally spoke. “...Alright?”
Jason’s head snapped down to face him. “Alright?” he echoed incredulously.
Tim shrugged, looking at him in honest perplexity. “Yeah?”
“You-” Jason stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose. He grit his teeth. “What I meant,” he ground out, narrowing his eyes at Tim, “is that I’ve gotta piss kink I wanna try on you.”
Tim blinked again, squinting his eyes back at Jason. “I got that,” he said slowly, raising his brows.
Jason stared. “You got that.”
Tim clearly willed away the urge to roll his eyes as he jerked a hand towards Jason. “Yes, Jason, I got that you want to urinate in my orfices while we perform other sexual acts,” Tim detailed, making Jason’s nose scrunch up in disgust.
“Jesus Christ don’t put it like that,” he grimaced, finally breaking their confrontational poses towards each other by stepping forwards and shoving lightly at Tim’s shoulder.
Tim smirked, tilting his head to the side as he craned his neck further back to maintain eye contact. “Says the man with a piss kink.”
Jason narrowed his eyes at him, and a shark-like grin of his own pulled at his lips. “I don’t hear ya sayin’ anythin’ against it,” he taunted back.
Tim’s face twisted up into a scowl as he crossed his arms. “Do you want me to?” he questioned pointedly.
Jason shrugged lightly, still smiling. “Never said that, Timbit,” he denied, chuckling as he dodged away from the halfhearted retaliatory jab at his kidneys.
-
“You’re seriously down for this?” Jason checked, for probably the fourth or fifth time since they’d finally made their way into the bedroom, tugging his shirt over his head and carelessly tossing it to the side.
Tim huffed at him, raising a brow, and gestured at his own nakedness. “No, Jason,” he deadpanned flatly, “I made it all up and am undressing because I want to let you know I’ve decided to become a naturist.”
Jason scoffed through a quirk of his lip, unbuckling his pants and sliding his belt out of the loops in a smooth motion. “Yeah, yeah, I got it birdie,” he assented, tugging at the hem of his sweats suggestively as he leered down at Tim. He jerked his head. “On your knees.”
Tim dropped, knees colliding with the plush carpet as he gracefully folded his legs so his ass was resting on his heels, chin tilted up and face level with Jason’s crotch.
Jason’s cock twitched in his pants, and he stepped forwards into Tim’s space, grabbing a fistful of that soft, silky black hair at the back of the other’s head and yanking Tim forwards so that he was pressed against Jason’s groin.
“Mmmn,” he groaned, grinding Tim’s face against the fabric of his sweats, the hardening line of his cock pressing into Tim’s cheek. With his free hand, he hooked a thumb under his briefs and pulled both those and his pants down his thighs in one go, his dick bobbing free and slapping against Tim’s forehead.
Jason smirked, fisting his cock so he could aim it properly, and smeared the reddened tip along Tim’s face - against his flushed cheeks, over the bridge of his nose, against the inseam of his still closed lips, a smear of precum glossing the plush pink skin.
“Open,” he commanded.
And Tim did, his lips parting on a soft exhale of warm air that brushed against the head of Jason’s dick, making him shudder. He sank the tip inside the wet heat of Tim’s mouth, letting out a low groan as Tim’s tongue pushed up against the bottom of it, laving and stroking wherever it could reach as Jason pushed in deeper, aiming to the side so his cockhead bulged obscenely against Tim’s cheek. A blurt of precum spilled past his piss-slit, smearing against the inside of Tim’s mouth and sliding down into his throat as Tim’s throat bobbed with an audible swallow.
“More?” Jason questioned with a smirk, already knowing the answer before Tim even attempted to feebly nod around the cock in his mouth.
He gave it, though, sinking deeper in and hitting the back of Tim’s throat, the poor kid’s lips stretched taut around his shaft, the thick girth leaving no room for laxness while the mushroom head of it crushed Tim’s uvula against the wall of his throat.
Tim choked, the sound a wet gurgle as Jason sank in another inch before pulling back out to repeat the motion, rubbing his tip against the entrance to Tim’s throat, teasing deepening the motion.
“You can take it, right, Timbit?” Jason crooned, shifting to cup Tim’s face on either side of his head.
There were already tears glimmering in the smaller’s eyes, a thin line of drool seeping past the corner of his mouth as he swallowed uselessly, gaze practically pleading for more like a goddamned slut would, desperate for a cock down his throat.
Jason’s hold on his head turned harsh, hands fisting in the other’s hair as he pulled back and slammed forward, forcing the entire length of his rigid cock down Tim’s unaccustomed throat, a heavy moan resonating from him as he relished in the sensation of being balls deep, Tim’s nose buried in his pubes and eyes scrunched shut no doubt from the sensation of a too large object being shoved down his narrow channel, which was convulsing spasmodically around Jason’s shaft. “Fuuuuuuck, that’s so good,” Jason groaned, the sound melding into a chuckle as Tim pushed weakly against his thighs, head firmly kept in place by the tight grip Jason kept on it. “None of that, now, Birdie,” Jason chided, pulling out slightly only to give another firm thrust, lodging himself in deep. “You can hold it, can’tcha?” he said.
And he knew Tim could. They both did. They’d trained to hold their breaths for up to four, maybe even five minutes, after all. Tim was fine.
Jason shifted his grip again, moving to hold firmly onto the hairs at the base of Tim’s neck so he now had a free hand to roam, letting it slide down to the column of Tim’s throat, tracing along it, stroking, feeling as he pulled back again only to thrust and -
Ah, fuck, he loved the feeling of his own bulge pressing against his palm through the delicate skin of Tim’s throat. It felt so wrong, in a way that had him shuddering as his cock twitched with another spurt of precum that went directly into Tim’s stomach.
“So good for me, baby,” Jason moaned, tilting his head back and grinding his pelvis against Tim’s face, balls knocking against the drool-slick chin he was pressing in on. Tim made a choked noise that might’ve been an attempt at speech, the feeling sending vibrations up along Jason’s cock, and he let out another moan. “Mmmnn, yeah.”
Tim pushed against his thighs again, and this time Jason deigned to let him catch a breath, tugging his cock free from Tim’s abused throat with a slick pop and leaving it resting on Tim’s tongue as he heaved for breath around the mushroom head of it.
The poor kid’s eyes were reddened with tear tracks marring his equally flushed cheeks, rivulets of drool mixed with pre dribbling down his straining neck and prominent collarbones. His own cock was standing to attention between his spread legs, the adorably pink tip of it weeping where it bobbed against his toned stomach.
“You havin’ fun there, Timmy?” Jason teased, pressing a socked foot against Tim’s erection and giving it a harsh rub.
Tim’s whole body jerked with the action, a wet gasp coming from him around the cockhead still in his mouth, nerves no doubt lighting up from the rough fabric being stroked up and down against his sensitive dick.
Without warning, Jason’s grip on Tim’s hair tightened, and he yanked the smaller back onto his cock, the head of his prick breaching Tim’s throat around a gurgling, cut off inhale that made his teeth sharpen into a baring of a smile. He set a fast pace as he maneuvered Tim back and forwards like a hot and wet fleshlight, cock scraping against the walls of Tim’s throat and a filthy, squelching slap echoing around the room with every full thrust into Tim’s passage. Jason moaned loudly as he felt Tim swallow convulsively around his thick girth, obviously struggling to make room for the intrusion and making the muscles of his throat clench around Jason’s shaft.
He felt Tim’s dick twitch under his foot, which was still pressed mercilessly against it. His grin turned feral, and he sped up. “You - like - that - bitch?” he grunted, punctuating each word with a particularly harsh thrust, cockhead ruthlessly jabbing its way into Tim’s throat.
Tim moaned around his shaft, eyes glazed and only half open around a fresh set of tears, hands holding weakly onto Jason’s leg above where he was grinding a heel against the base of Tim’s abused prick, socked toes rubbing against the reddening tip.
Jason let out a guttural groan, balls tightening as his grip in Tim’s hair abruptly turned painful, hips slamming forward to meet Tim’s face, squishing the kid’s nose against his pelvis as he held himself as deep down in the throat as he could go, cock twitching and juddering, and he had just enough willpower to grit out, “Cumming,” before he did, thick ropes of spunk spurting against the back of Tim’s throat, coating his pulsing channel and shooting directly into his stomach with how far Jason’s cock was shoved in.
He kept Tim pressed up like that, prick juddering with another shot of cum as Tim choked around the sudden influx, a thin stream of the cloudy fluid seeping past his lips and joining the mess around his chin.
Jason didn’t let up even as the last of his spunk dribbled free of his cockhead and his shaft began to soften, instead keeping himself lodged inside and enjoying the warmth of Tim’s tight throat, loving the way it spasmed and convulsed around him.
He chuckled lowly, the sound a sated thing, and gently brushed Tim’s sweat-damp hair back from his forehead, one hand still gripping Tim’s skull so he couldn’t free himself from the cock blocking his windpipe. “C’mon, Timbit, ya gotta relax. If ya don’t stop twitchin’ like that, yer just gonna give me another boner, and I’m gonna have’ta fuck your face until your throats raw,” he said kindly, shushing Tim soothingly when he whimpered around Jason’s cock and attempted to subdue his gag reflex, eyes fluttering as Jason tenderly pressed a thumb beneath one lid at a time and wiped his burgeoning tears away.
It took several seconds longer - ones that probably felt like hours to Tim - before Jason felt himself fully soften. His adrenaline jumped with an onset of anticipation, and he had to make a conscious effort not to have the thought sending blood rushing straight back down to his dick.
See, when his day had started, it wasn’t like he’d expected it to turn out this way, especially since he and Tim hadn’t been talking for a while and Jason hadn’t sought out any other partners in the time frame without him. But… it’d become something of a strange habit - an odd, guilty pleasure of a sort that didn’t really do anything to satisfy him in the end but served to spur on his fantasies until it was over. That is, Jason tended to drink more fluids than usual when he had time at home, and he’d let the sensation of his bladder filling - being full - simmer in his gut for much longer than he ought to while he pictured grabbing Tim and forcing his mouth or ass open to shove his prick in to use the kid as a fucking toilet, to let all his built up piss pour inside him until he was filled to the brim with it.
All of this to say that today, Jason had drunk a fair amount of fluids.
Now, with his cock down poor Timmy’s throat, softened and in a heavenly warmth that soothed his skin and felt like a slick hold, Jason let his bladder relax and his fantasies become reality.
The first spray of piss clearly surprised Tim, whose eyes shot wide open and head jerked back on instinct. Jason’s grip on him prevented the kid from actually managing to back away, but for added incentive, Jason pressed his foot back down against Tim’s neglected prick, making him gasp and promptly choke on the fluids being poured directly down his throat, warm piss coming up past his lips and dripping down onto the carpet.
“Mmmn, look’t you, baby, makin’ such a mess,” Jason moaned out, the feeling of his bladder emptying almost like another orgasm in and of itself, especially with his cock being enveloped in the warmth of Tim’s clenching throat.
He let it come out faster, hot piss spattering against the lining of Tim’s throat as Jason groaned, grinding his foot down against Tim’s cock and gentling the pressure to stroke almost apologetically along the kid’s sensitive shaft, toes playing with the foreskin around the tip, spreading the precum that’d already soaked through the cloth. A final spurt of piss shot from his own urethra, his foot pressed against Tim’s cockslit, and then Tim was cumming, a heaving, jagged gasp tearing its way out of him as Jason finally slipped his dick free from the kid’s wrecked throat, a mixture of spit, piss, and cum dribbling out along with Jason’s cock, Tim falling forward onto his own hands now that Jason had released him and left him without support.
Jason crouched down, easily lifting a shaking Tim under his armpits and placing the kid onto his lap, letting Tim’s head loll onto his shoulder as he coughed and wheezed, dazed and half incoherent as Jason hoisted him up and stood.
“You did so good for me, baby,” Jason murmured, pressing his lips against the crown of Tim’s head. “So good.”
Tim stirred. “Yeah?” he rasped, and his voice sounded absolutely ruined, breaths still wet and lips red and swollen.
Jason smiled against Tim’s hair. “Yeah,” he agreed, giving Tim a squeeze. “Can’t wait for next time,” he husked, tracing a callused palm against the soft swell of Tim’s stomach.