#i have a weakness for very powerful men being soft and tender sue me lol

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🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

Oooh nice! Hmm, lets see, no specified ship so I'll just kinda doodle whatever!

This is from a concept I have for Jason being Slade's Dom, which is a nuclear codes level secret that they absolutely do not share, because Slade struggles with feeling like being a sub is shameful and makes him weak. Meanwhile Jason thrives on being trusted so deeply by someone equally as paranoid as him and loves loves loves having Slade all to himself and finds it very fun that everyone around them assumes he's calling Slade Daddy when in actuality Jason's got him wrapped around his little finger and can have him eagerly bent over his knee with a word.

So yeah, without further ado, have a soft and fluffy mildly nsfw snippet under the cut!

Shifting leaf patterns of dappled shade and afternoon sunlight play across Slade's pale skin and the bed they share.

Jason caresses over his thighs, up across the wide band of delicate white lace sitting at his hip, over his side. When he reaches Slade's chest he gently scratches through the thick white hair there, moving down across his abs and along his trail until he reaches the lace underwear again. He dips his fingers just barely beneath the fabric, admiring the way it sits across his partner's frame.

Slade is turned away from him, keeping Jason and the lace firmly in his blindspot. Too embarrassed to look, and comfortable enough to let Jason do what he pleases without supervision. His cheeks are dusted pink and Jason takes deep satisfaction in knowing that he will be the only person to ever see him like this.

Jason kisses his shoulder, "I know you said you wanted to throw them into the sun the second I was done tonight, but is there any way I could convince you to keep these?"

"Don't want someone finding them."

He hums lightly, "We can always just say they're mine, can't we?"

"...I dislike subjecting you to the ridicule I'm avoiding. I have no idea why you even like this stupid shit so much, I look like a gorilla raided a bridal shop."

"No. You don't." Jason says with simple unyielding confidence. He shifts to loom over him and punctuate each statement with a kiss to his neck, "You look beautiful. It fits your curves perfectly. Makes your pretty thighs stand out."

Slade scoffs with obvious skepticism, "And the mess of bodyhair?"

"Matches the lace."

He makes a noise like he's charmed and he's mad that he's charmed. He presses his face further into the pillow, further away from sight, and opens his legs, turning his body towards Jason.

"So, so pretty for me. And for only me. No one else. My beautiful man, all dressed up in the lace I picked for him..." Jason gently strokes his shaft through the thin fabric.

Slade turns and kisses him full on the lips, soft and deep, eye shut tight, before breaking away, turning away again, and murmuring, "Okay. We can keep it."