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Tim squirms as much as a man who’s stuffed full of cock and spread over someone’s lap can. He chews his lip, eyes avoiding Jason’s amused face. Usually he’s more in control of these situations, hell usually Jason is the one that’s full of his cock but they’ve been exploring kinks lately and it's not like he minds being the ‘bottom’ usually. It’s more the unfettered attention and the kink at hand that has him squirming in not only embarrassment but also slight discomfort.

Jason, of course, is thrilled by both. The embarrassment and desperation are part of this for him. Seeing Tim’s usually cool facade broken down to blushing and lip-biting like he’s some virgin well-knowing that it’s the same man that’s blown his back out is a special treat.

The older man’s large hands spread over Tim’s tense thighs. “Gonna make it?”

“I thought the point of this was not to make it,” Tim says breathlessly, it’s halfway a joke.

“If you can’t do it,” Jason drawls, smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

“I can do it.” Tim shifts again and Jason’s dick presses against his prostate and, in turn, his bladder making the desperation in his body racket up threefold. He shivers with the sensation of his twinging bladder. “You might have to fuck it out of me, big guy.”

“I can do that.” Jay’s hands slide up from the quivering muscle of his thighs to wrap around his slim hips. He uses the grasp to right Tim in his lap so that the younger man’s half-hard cock is laying across his abs once more. Once that’s done, he takes one of his hands away from the splay of Tim’s body to trace just his fingertips over the top of his cock, rubbing at the head with his thumb.

“Christ who knew having a piss kink is what would finally teach you patience,” Tim whimpers, glaring down at his boyfriend. “Of all the fucking kinks.”

“Oh, are we kink shaming now, little brother?” The older man hums like the asshole he is.

A pulse of arousal breaks through the embarrassment and a moan breaks free, Tim’s cock twitching under Jason’s touch. “I never should have told you about that, all you do is use it against me.”

“Oh honey,” Jason croons, hand drifting up past his cock to his pubic bone until his palm settles on Tim’s lower stomach right over his bladder. “That’s the point.”

He presses down on Tim’s bladder and rocks up against his prostate practically in sync. For a moment, Tim swears his body takes a screenshot, he might black out actually. All the pleasure of that move along with the insatiable need to let go and the inability to do something so against his nature hits him like a wall and leaves him a twitching whimpering mess.

“Shit, this is almost better than the main event,” Jason whispers, and when Tim manages to open his stinging eyes he finds the older man looking up at him almost reverently.

“Jay, c’mon,” Tim begs breathlessly.

“You better be so glad I’m nicer than you, Baby Bird.”

It’s true, Jay is nicer. Tim once made him beg until he was crying and losing his voice. Not that it was anything Jason didn’t want, but if Jason made him beg like that right now he might never let the man indulge in this kink again. Okay that's a lie, he’d do anything for Jason.

Another roll of Jason’s hips and an accompanying press of his palm down on Tim’s bladder genuinely leaves Tim gasping and tearing up. At this point he wants to let go so bad his shoulders are tense with it. He drank so much water to prepare for this scene and it's practically all swishing around him like a fishbowl during an earthquake, and yet he still can’t manage to spill over.

Please please please. He doesn’t realize he’s saying the words out loud until Jason hums and uses his grip on Tim’s hip to tilt his pelvis a little, leaning Tim forward enough that the younger man has to brace his hands fully on Jason’s chest. “Come on, little brother, don’t you want to be good for me?”

The words are accompanied by an extra hard press against his bladder. He barely has time to recover from that before Jason is using the extra leverage he’s just given himself to hammer up inside of Tim. The squeeze of his aching bladder and the abuse of his prostate finally pull a spurt of piss from him, shooting across Jay’s abs in a way that makes the older man moan filthily and Tim himself actually starts spilling tears.

It takes several more thrusts before Tim stops instinctively clenching up to avoid wetting himself and Jason but he does finally let go. Fingers digging into the muscle of Jason’s chest, Tim sobs and moans as piss streams out of his quickly hardening cock, only serving to turn him on more with the sensation of relief finally washing over him. Jason isn’t even pressing on his bladder anymore, both hands gripping his hips bruisingly tight as he hammers into Tim’s slowly loosening, trembling body like he’s his own personal fucktoy.

The acrid scent of urine fills the room. Hot wetness spreads all over scarred skin, dripping down the sides of Jason’s body into the waterproof blankets they’ve covered the safehouse cot with. It slicks Tim’s thighs, the thrusts making some of his stream go in the air between them, hitting Tim’s own clenching abs as well as Jason’s.

This is definitely the most physically filthy kink they’ve indulged in and Jason is growing more and more erratic as Tim’s stream starts to taper off. The wetness between their bodies only serves to make each of his thrusts louder, slick skin slapping across slick skin as Jason fucks hard into his lover, losing any rhythm he had as he chases his orgasm down like a man starved.

“Jay, Jay, Jay!” Tim’s breath goes high and almost worried as all of the sensation overwhelms him and Jason gets the pleasure of watching the younger man get shocked into his own orgasm, cum splattering across his piss-slick abdomen, as Tim’s body goes stiff and tight, nails digging half-moons into his pecs.

Another tiny spurt of piss escapes Tim after his climax and the younger man practically collapses against Jason, breathing heavily as he rocks weakly back against Jason’s erratic thrusts. “It’s alright, big brother, cum in me.”

Jason slam dunks over the edge of his orgasm, hands bruising up Tim’s hips as he slams into him one last time and does as the younger man ordered, filling Tim up with his cum. So maybe they share each other's kinks a little more than they first thought. Honestly, it’s the best possible outcome.