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“Would you say you are interested in big swords, Hood?” Deathstroke asks, and steps into Jason’s personal space as he’s doing it. Jesus, talk about direct.
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Jason almost chokes on a moan and then trails off into breathless laughter, interspersed by the involuntary sounds being forced out of him.
“That’s not—fucking hell—that’s not what I meat,” he forces out, tumbling helplessly closer to the edge. “When I said—fuck me with your, your sword.”
Wilson twists the sword just as Jason’s breathing the last word. A hard edge presses down at the right angle and Jason’s gone. He comes and comes, and keeps coming as he clenches down on the hard hard hilt.
Wilson only pulls the hilt out when Jason’s back is firmly touching the desk again. When he’s blinking dazedly at the ceiling.
“Oh, I know, kid,” Wilson says as he runs his gloved palms up all the way from Jason’s knees to the junction of his thighs. “Just thought I should give you the chance to compare the two.”
And he steps closer between Jason’s thighs.