Jason pins Tim to the wall, pressing his body flush against him.
Tim tries to struggle, to fight back, but even he knows there isn't a point. Jason is unyielding, and that's just the way he likes it.
Things start with a kiss- always rough, because this is Jason taking what he wants - and Tim finds that he doesn't care because he loves the lack of control. Once Jason kisses Tim breathless, he leaves his mouth and bites and licks and sucks (fuck, his mouth is so talented) his way down Tim's neck until he reaches his collarbone, where sharp teeth draw blood as a way of proclaiming their ownership over him. Calloused hands slide themselves down his chest and up under his shirt, as if he was committing every square inch of his skin to his memory. It isn't long before his thumb and forefinger harshly pinch a nipple, drawing out a sharp intake of breath from Tim's lungs that could very well be pleasure just as much as it is pain. During this, his knee had shoved its way between his legs, grinding slowly against his crotch and fuck fuck it's almost too much but at the same time not enough and he grips his shoulders with his formerly idle hands and earns himself a husky chuckle and cocky smirk. Tim wants to spit some clever insult at him but his brain doesn't seem to want to work so well when there's such a delicious friction against his cock. However, the next cruel pinch to one of his nipples makes him bite his lower lip and mumble a entirely heartfelt (not) "fuck you, Jason." He isn't surprised when Jason pinches again, harder this time, but he is when the elder couples the action with increased pressure on his groin and shit-
it feels so good.
Before he even realizes it they're a tangled mess on the bed- lips, teeth, and tongue battling it out in heated kiss after heated kiss and they somehow manage to part long enough to get their clothes off. Tim can tell foreplay isn't an option because as soon as Jason gets him naked and on his back there's already fingers inside of him, stretching and massaging, and he cants his hips in just the right direction and then the world seems to get brighter for just a second and he's moaning loud enough to get a shiver out of Jason and honestly he can't care to remember how this all got started in the first place.
When he's prepped enough to satisfy Jason, said man pulls out his fingers and grins his smug-ass grin when Tim mewls at the loss. He whispers something that sounds like a vaguely amused "easy, pigeon" as he spits on his hands and rubs it over his throbbing length, getting it slick enough to be decent. And then, he thrusts in.
It hurts, yes, it hurts (when does it not), but then Jason reaches down to pump Tim's dripping cock and the hurt is gone like that and he finds himself crying out his name in a low mantra underneath his breath and if he had been looking at Jason, he would have noticed the flicker of some unnamed emotion across his face. The younger's hands find Jason's shoulders again, nails digging in every time there's a sudden spike in pleasure and before he knows it he's clenching his eyes shut, tossing back his head, and screaming with the goddamn ecstasy of it all as his orgasm hits.
Jason cums soon after, teeth sinking into Tim's neck to muffle his groan, but Tim doesn't really care because all he can really see at the moment are twinkling lights.
They lay in a dirty, sweaty embrace for a few moments before Jason pulls out and flops down on the bed beside him, looking as satisfied as he always did after they fucked. The only thing new about it was when he glanced over at Tim and leaned in close enough to mumble something against his ear that made Tim shove him off the edge of the bed.
What did he expect after suggesting that Tim wear the Batgirl costume next time?