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Superboy Prime let out a huff of air as he stood to the side. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, crossing his arms. Shit, why did this leather jacket feel so.. restricting? Prime had to restrain himself from letting out another sigh.
Earlier, he was supposed to be helping Witchfire with some sort of demon problem that was happening inside of this club. When she learned she couldn't exactly cast a spell on him to protect him from whatever demon magic there was, she blocked the entrance downstairs until Prime lowered his head and walked away. He tried arguing with her. He even told her that magic had little to no effect on him. She saw it for herself just a few pages ago! Apparently, that wasn't enough. He just had to walk away like some sort of sad, wet puppy dog.
Something tells him that that wasn't suppose to happen.
But, anyways, here he was.
The one and only, Superboy Prime, awkwardly standing off to the side as every one around him danced. What made everything worse was his advanced senses. Every single noise was practically amplified to the max. There were so many noises. People laughing as they danced to the live music, the band's vocalist letting out a growling scream, the undeniable sound of moans from couples.
Don't even get him stared with the smell of this place. The scent of booze, perfume, and cologne clogged up his nose. It didn't help that the perfume and cologne barely masked the stench of sweat. The mix of all these smells together was enough for Prime to hurl… and he thought Gotham was bad.
What was he even supposed to do now? He was basically left on the side of the road.
Prime shook his head, his eyes squinting as the strobe lights flashed in his direction. He should just leave. His blue eyes slowly drifted away from the stage to where the exit would be. Maybe he should go do some Superman activities. Like saving some cat from a tree—
Wait.
Prime's eyes snapped back to a where a familiar figure within the crowd stood. Well, not within the crowd. More like directly across from him on the other side of the club. He was leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed; his face showing exactly how he felt. Holy shit. That's Jason Todd. Fucking Redhood in the flesh.
Prime's eyes widened. He shifted from one foot to the other, his hands unconsciously moving to his pockets that were too small to fit the entirety of his hands. Fucking leather pants.
He couldn't tear his eyes off of him. He's never actually seen Jason until now that he thought about it. Never in-person at least. But, he was fucking stunning, even from a distance.
Much like everyone else here, Jason was dressed in black, leather, and spikes. He wore a plain white shirt paired with a cropped leather jacket on top along with some black jeans. His hair was slightly messy, the white streaks of his bangs perfectly balanced his entire look. His posture was relaxed, but the expression on his face said otherwise.
It looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here.
Before Prime knew it, his feet moved on their own. He was making a straight beeline for Jason, occasionally bumping shoulders with randoms and muttering apologies that they likely couldn't hear over the music. It felt like the world around him became muffled as his attention was focused only on the man across the club. Things had suddenly turned overwhelming in a different way.
Jason must've felt Prime's presence and how his eyes locked onto him by how he stiffened slightly and looked directly at him. Prime flinched, halting for a second before continuing, stopping right in front of Jason. They stared at each other, the air around them growing tense before shifting to something more awkward.
Prime bit his lip. He felt hot all of the sudden. Under Jason's gaze, he was at a loss for words. Seriously, the comics didn't do Jason any justice for how drop-dead gorgeous he is.
Shit.
Prime shook his head, shifting his expression from a look of awe to something more friendly. He smiled, awkwardly, at Jason; his hand escaped from his pocket and waved.
Jason pushed off of the wall, his eyes squinted and brows furrowed. He stared at Prime, not returning Prime's wave and sad attempt at showing that he wasn't here for trouble.
Unsure of what to do, Prime blurted out the first thing that came to his mind: "You're really hot."
That seemed like enough to knock Jason slightly off guard, considering that he let out a huff of air and lightly shook his head. The corners of his lips quirked up into a small, almost amused grin.
"Wow. Smooth," Jason said flatly as he crossed his arms.
"I— okay, no need to be an ass about it," Prime quickly said back, his face flushing red. He's never felt so grateful towards strobe lights for somewhat masking how flushed he was.
"You stared at me for five minutes straight before saying anything," Jason retorted with a shrug.
Prime sighed, pouting as he averted his eyes from Jason. "Maybe you were just that hot," he muttered.
Jason let a laugh—well, more like a huff of amusement. Prime looked back at Jason, his expression softening into an awkward smile. He watched how Jason's eyes flickered down his body, giving him a good look before returning his gaze.
"You're pretty hot too…" Jason eventually said, "Although, you kind of look familiar."
Prime shook his head, laughing it off. "I get that a lot." Of course he does, he's fucking Superman.
Wait. Does that mean Jason finds Superman hot? No—Clark Kent hot? Prime had to shove that train of thought far, far away.
"Well, I'm CK." Prime said.
"Jason."
Prime's eyes had been fixated on Jason's face this entire interaction. It felt as if everything surrounding the two of them no longer existed. Everything was muted around them as Prime zoned his focus onto Jason, taking in each and every feature he had. His eyes traced the scars on Jason's face, followed each and every one until the end to the next. He wet his lips when his gaze eventually landed on Jason's mouth.
Prime could hear how Jason's heart skipped a beat when his eyes landed on his lips. His foot moved on its own as he stepped forward, closing the space between the two of them. Jason doesn't back away.
Prime leaned in closer. Jason mirrored it. They were mere centimeters away. Their noses brushed against each other. He could feel Jason's hands slowly slither their way up to his waist. It shot a pleasant feeling down his spine—then straight down to his dick.
Jason was the one who closed the gap between them. His lips were rough against Prime's. As much as Prime didn't want to look like a desperate fool, he just couldn't help himself, parting his mouth and licking at Jason's lips. His eyes fluttered shut, and his hands were on Jason before he knew it, wrapping around his waist. Jason's arms moved to wrap around Prime's neck; his mouth opening up as he allowed Prime in. Their bodies pressed against each other; Prime used the wall to his advantage to press Jason up against it and wedged his knee in between his thighs. Jason let out a low groan at the sudden friction against his groin.
Jason tasted like fucking heaven. Prime wanted nothing more than to devour him whole. As their tongues swirled together, Prime used his hands to sneak under Jason's shirt, caressing the skin of his back. He could feel how Jason's muscles tensed beneath his gentle yet hungry touch. The corners of his lips lifted into a small smirk. He pulled Jason closer which earned him a pretty, little sound from Jason. Jason's hips moved against his leg, grinding his groin against Prime's leg.
Soon enough, they pulled away, leaving behind only a thin line of saliva that connected the two. Their foreheads touched as they panted, their breaths mingling with one another. With half-lidded eyes, Jason looked off to the side, swiftly scanning the club. Prime followed his gaze, turning his head slightly.
Ah. The restroom.
Before Prime knew it, he was getting dragged away by Jason. They stumbled into the bathroom which was just as dimly lit as the rest of this place. The loud music muffled slightly the moment the door closed behind them. Prime huffed when his ears picked up on a couple near the end of the restroom making out.
Jason shoved Prime into a random stall, locking it before returning to their earlier activities. Their lips met once more, the hunger only intensified. Jason wasted no time and wrapped his arms back around Prime's neck. Prime's eyes darkened, not bothering to try and hide how much he craved Jason. At least this time they had some form of privacy. Prime took advantage of this privacy to slither his hand back under Jason's shirt. This time, he traced up Jason's abs to his chest. He gave Jason's pecs a firm squeeze, and a low moan escaped from his lips. Prime continued to fondle Jason's chest, using his thumb to tease at Jason's nipple. His thumb rolled the hardening nub. He used his other hand to hold Jason's lower back, tugging the man firmly against him.
Prime sucked at Jason's bottom lip before sloppily licking at Jason's mouth. It made Jason let out a huff of amusement. He met Prime's tongue with his own, less sloppy but just as desperate. The stall door shook as Prime pinned Jason against it, making it clear what the two men were doing. Jason's hand combed through Prime's hair before tugging at his hair. Prime's head was pulled back, breaking the kiss. He stared down at Jason, eyes half-lidded with lust. The other man was flushed a bright red, even under the dim lighting inside the stall, panting heavily as he lowered his hands down to Prime's shoulders. He could see how Jason's eyes dilated as he peered up at Prime through his long lashes.
Jason's eyes flickered down to Prime's now very noticeable erection. Prime listened intensely to the sound of Jason's heart and how it spiked. It only made Prime's dick harder with the sudden attention brought to it. Jason's gaze darted back up to Prime's, silently asking for permission. When Prime nodded, Jason immediately moved his hands down to the studded belt Prime was wearing. He got it unbuckled in no time and wasted no time in getting Prime's cock out of his boxers.
Prime's dick was slight curved upward, and the tip of his dick was flushed a deep crimson; he also had a pretty noticeable vein that ran down the bottom of his dick. Prime's breath hitched as he watched Jason's hand wrap around the base of his cock. He gave it a few strokes before stopping at the tip. His thumb rubbed against the slit of his dick, encouraging more precum to leak from his tip.
After a little more teasing the tip, Jason removed his hand from Prime's dick to spit into his palm then returned to stroking Prime's dick. The sudden slickness of Jason's saliva on Prime's cock made his shudder, and a soft moan left his lips.
"Fuck.. Jason…" Prime muttered. It was addicting to watch how Jason's hand moved on his dick. It makes him want more, to watch his dick thrust into Jason.
"Mmh.. I would suck you off, but there isn't much room in here," Jason said with a short sigh. Prime nodded. The stall was cramped and barely had enough room for two people of their size. Plus, who knows what the fuck on the toilet—it's wiser to not touch it, even if Prime can't get sick.
"That's a shame… Would've loved to see you on your knees."
"Maybe next time, CK," Jason replied with an amused breath.
"Gosh—I can't anymore… turn around, Jay," Prime said, voice heavy and breathy with desire. Jason's brow quirked up for a second before he awkwardly shuffled around. He pressed his hands against the stall door and turned his head to look at Prime over his shoulder. Prime used his hands to grab onto Jason's hips and lowered himself so his chest was pressed against Jason's back. His dick rested right on top of Jason's ass; his tip leaking precum onto Jason's jeans.
"Can I..? Please, please, please…" Prime asked, his hands already making their way down to Jason's belt. He doesn't unbuckle it or anything, merely resting his hands there until Jason says he can.
"Yes… Fuck, yes," Jason answered and nodded his head.
Prime's hands were shaky, but it didn't stop him from unbuckling the belt and pulling down Jason's jeans in a matter of seconds. Jason's jeans pooled at his ankles along with his boxers. Prime felt how Jason shuddered in his hands. Slowly, Prime's hand lowered towards Jason's pussy; his fingers made their way through coarse hair. His other hand remained planted on Jason's hip; his thumb softly moved up and down on Jason's skin. The hand that moved down to Jason's pussy rested on top of it for a moment before moving. Prime's fingers dived in between the folds of Jason's cunt, coating his fingers with slickness. He then moved upwards, his index and middle finger finding Jason's clit. Jason stiffened in Prime's hold as Prime began to slowly rub his clit. Soft moans left Jason's mouth as Prime kissed and sucked at the back of his neck. Prime's fingers drew circles around Jason's clit.
Prime moved the hand on Jason's hip to his chest, slithering back up. He squeezed the pec, playing with and jiggling the pec in his hand. He then used his fingers to pinch and pull at Jason's nipple, causing a shocked gasp to escape Jason. While he busied his other hand with Jason's chest, the hand down on Jason's clit made it's move to Jason's hole. Holy shit, he's so wet..
He slipped a finger inside of Jason, and he couldn't help the awe he felt. Jason's cunt felt amazing, even if all he was doing was fingering him. The walls of his cunt wrapped around Prime's finger so nicely. Tight and wet.
Prime worked his finger in and out of Jason before slipping in a second. For a while, Prime thrusted his fingers into Jason before switching up to scissoring motion. Jason pushed his hips back, desperately chasing the pleasure. As he pushed back, he looked back at Prime.
"Ngh.. wait. I want you to fuck me," Jason muttered. Prime halted immediately, withdrawing his fingers from Jason's cunt which made Jason let out a small, frustrated huff. "Condom?"
"Ah—I don't have any.." Prime replied.
"Hmph.. whatever. Just, just pull out or something."
Prime hummed, lifting himself off of Jason's back. His eyes remained locked onto Jason's body, specifically his ass. He brought his hands back to Jason's waist. With a groan, he spat in his palm—ugh—and used his spit to lubricant his cock. He stroked his cock and wet his lips before pressing the head against Jason's wet hole.
He teased the entrance, rubbing the head of his cock along Jason's slickness before he slowly began pushing in. Jason tensed up, his velvet walls tightening around Prime. Prime leaned back down to place gentle kisses on the back of Jason's neck, his tongue darting out and lapped at the thin layer of sweat that covered Jason.
When Jason wasn't as tense, Prime continued pushing into Jason until he was fully buried inside. Prime had to take a moment for himself, taking in just how amazing Jason felt around his cock. Jason also needed some time to adjust.
"Holy shit—you're big," Jason choked out. His fists balled up into fists as he braced himself against the stall door.
"Well—yeah. You had it in your hand earlier," Prime replied with a small chuckle.
"Shut it, CK," Jason muttered. His face somehow becoming even more flushed as he used one of his legs to kick at Prime's leg. In which, Prime pretended to be surprised and hurt.
"..Can I move?" Prime asked after a brief pause.
"Yeah.." Jason murmured, nodding his head a little too eagerly.
Prime moved his hips back until only the tip of his cock remained inside Jason, and then he thrusted all the way back in slowly. After a few more cautious thrusts and watching Jason's body language, Prime picked up his pace. His thrusts quickened, causing Jason to let out more of those pretty moans.
"F-Fuck—yes, CK… Harder..!" Jason cried out.
Prime obeyed, pulling out until the tip and ramming his cock into Jason. That earned him an embarrassingly—for Jason, hot for Prime—loud, high-pitched whimper. Prime couldn't help himself from pressing Jason's back back against his chest. His hands went back to explore Jason's body. This time, instead of going straight for Jason's chest, Prime's hand traced the scars that plastered Jason's torso. He slowly ascended from Jason's abs to right below his pecs. He traced the scars there; these scars getting a bit more gentle caresses.
Though, soon enough, Prime was back to fondling Jason's chest. Back to teasing Jason's poor nipples.
Jason's legs buckled as his cunt tightened around Prime. A needy whine escaped from Jason's lips. Prime's pace was rough and desperate. The tip of his cock kissed Jason's cervix with every thrust which sent electric shocks of pleasure through Jason's body. Jason's forehead pressed against the stall door, his body trembling—his legs more so quaking.
Prime moved one of his hands from Jason's chest to his lower belly to support him. A shocked gasp left Jason. Now that Prime's hand was there, he realized he could slightly feel himself. He could feel a small, almost unnoticeable bulge every time he bottomed out. He huffed, showing off he was a little too happy about this information. He pressed harder against Jason's lower belly, earning him a flinch from Jason.
"M-More.. I'm so close.." Jason pleaded. His legs were no longer able to support himself. He probably would've awkwardly collapsed onto his knees—which isn't ideal for a stall this small. Luckily for him, Prime is strong enough to carry the damn sun, so he had no problems holding him up. Prime brought Jason closer, slightly lifting Jason off the ground. Their bodies pressed against one another, his chest to Jason's back. Prime buried his face into the crook of Jason's shoulder, breathing in his scent of sweat, gunpowder, and smoke. Fuck, why couldn't they just be naked, touching skin-to-skin?
Everything about Jason was just intoxicating. He could get drunk on Jason—and he can't even get drunk.
"Shit—I'm gonna..!" Jason cried out, letting out yet another loud moan as his body tensing up. His limp legs kicked, flinching as Jason came on Prime's dick. His pussy throbbed around Prime's cock. His nails digging into his palms. Jason panted heavily, catching his breath before turning his head to look over his shoulder at Prime.
Prime smiled, snorting when he noticed the noticeable red mark on Jason's forehead due to him pressing his head against the stall. Jason's brows furrowed, but before he could say anything, Prime thrusted his hips. Jason's breath hitched, but there was no retort, so Prime continued. Jason didn't hold back his moans as much as before as Prime fucked into him. It didn't take long for Prime to cum as his thrusts got sloppier.
"Ngh.. Coming…!" Prime murmured against Jason's shoulder. As much as he desired to cum inside Jason, he didn't dare to. So, once he felt the waves of hot pleasure in his core, he pulled out. Strips of cum gushed from the tip of his dick onto Jason's bare ass, his shirt, and his own shirt. Jason let out a small whine at the withdrawal.
They stayed in this position for a while, panting. Prime's face stayed buried in the crook of Jason's shoulder, not wanting this to be over just yet. One of Jason's hands moved from the stall door to Prime's hand that rested on his chest. Prime suppressed a whimper and took it as a sigh to place Jason back down on the ground. Although, he doesn't let go of Jason's hip.
"Welp… there goes the age rating," Prime murmured to himself.
"The what..?" Jason said.
Prime doesn't say anything back and just continued with something else, "Uhm, let me get you something to clean you with.."
Jason stared at Prime with a puzzled expression before shrugging his shoulders. Prime took his hand off Jason's hip—reluctantly—and took some of the tissue paper to wipe away the cum on Jason's ass. He tried getting the cum off Jason's shirt and his own. Jason's looked fine—his though? It's so obviously a cum stain. With a defeated sigh, he just continued in helping Jason get dressed back up.
Once they were both fully clothed again, they stepped out of the cramped stall. The restroom was empty thankfully. Jason's legs were still a bit wobbly, but he turned around to look at Prime. Jason leaned in and gave Prime a gentle kiss on the lips. It wasn't like the starving kisses they shared earlier. It was sweet, so unbelievably sweet. The kiss was over before Prime knew it. He stared at Jason with a shocked expression.
"I meant what I said when I said maybe next time, CK." Jason said, smirking.