#scarecrowcest

[acapelladitty]

Scarecrow/Scarecrow - Edging

Summary: As much as he would deny enjoying it, Jonathan could never hide how much power his other self could wield over him. (This is a Year One Scarecrow/BTAA Scarecrow pairing.)

No matter how many times they played their little games, Crane would never tire of just how responsive his other self always proved to be.

"Little Scarecrow," Crane hissed, tapping his fingers along Jonathan's thin thighs as he remained bound on the carpet, "so upset about having to give control to someone else."

Mouth set into a slack line, Jonathan flexed his fingers against his ankles - the thin ropes which bound his hands there almost as uncomfortable as his knees as he were forced to kneel against the threadbare carpet. His cock stood shamefully hard, the head leaving a messy streak of pre-cum across his stomach as it twitched there, untouched.

"But there's no shame in it." Crane continued, crooning the words as his spindly fingers dragged down Jonathan's chest - the sharp nails scoring a series of willow lines which stood out instantly red against the pale skin. "Not when that delicious mind is only submitting to one of equal stature. Let's go again."

A deep groan, one borne of delicious suffering slipped free of Jonathan's lips as he watched Crane click the small bullet vibe to life once more. The sheen of sweat which graced his upper chest seemed to glisten in the lamplight as Jonathan inhaled through gritted teeth.

“One day, they’ll cower in fear before you. See how strong you are and how weak they are to their own fears.” Pressing the small vibe to the base of Jonathan’s cock, Crane smirked at how instantaneous the reaction was – Jonathan’s brown eyes going wide as a shuddering breath made his chest tremble. “They’ll scream and cry as you tear them apart from the inside.”

His own cock twitching within his slacks, Crane chose to ignore it in favour of concentrating on tormenting his other self – his own words making his mouth dry as he shared the same cruel fantasy. The hand which wasn’t holding the vibe instead dropped to wrap around Jonathan’s cock, stroking along the hot and heavy length as it lay velvety against his calloused palm.

Already near the edge due to his previous, sadistic edging; Jonathan felt the tickle of a small bead of sweat trailing down his thin chest as his cock was manipulated once again. It was delicious hell, every stroke heating his overly-sensitive skin as he was dragged to a delirious pleasure which made his brain fuzzy and his lips ache as he bit at them with blunted teeth.

Panting shamelessly, Jonathan bucked his hips into Crane’s hand, his release so close that his teeth grit in anticipation. Just a few more strokes and-

A pathetic sound, almost an animalistic keen, slipped free of Jonathan’s lips as Crane pulled away at the last moment – his analytical gaze taking note of the way in which Jonathan’s thighs tightened and his stomach quivered as he approached his release. It was a terrible edge and Jonathan gnashed his teeth at his cruel partner as his cock humped against nothing but air.

“Not quick enough, little crow.” Crane scolded; his voice rough with his own arousal. “Maybe you don’t want it? Determination has never been your failing so I can only assume that you aren’t trying hard enough.”

Remaining seated on the edge of the bed, Crane tilted his upper body forward and his hand was quick to snake itself around the back of Jonathan’s head – his deep auburn hair feeling soft and faintly sweat-slicked beneath his fingers. Unable to prevent himself for being manhandled due to the restraints linking his hands to his ankles, Jonathan was forced to rock forward and his knees were subject to the pressure of his entire frame as Crane pulled his face close.

Crane surveyed him closely, taking a deep, sadistic satisfaction in how glazed Jonathan’s expression was; his pupils blown wide and his mouth slackened as it took in deep, shuddering breaths. He was almost jealous of the pleasure on show, of how quickly Jonathan could sink into his role and gain what he needed from such submission, but he brushed it aside as his head snapped forward like a viper.

Biting down harshly on Jonathan’s neck, Crane grunted at the shallow cry which slipped free of Jonathan’s lips at the rough treatment. Pulling away only enough to snarl his warning into Jonathan’s ears, Crane punctuated his words with another filthy lick to Jonathan’s abused neck.

“We’ll keep going until I’m satisfied. Understand?”

Jonathan tilted his neck, offering it up without thought as he willingly submitted to himself and muttered a simple:

“Yes.”

[sinistarz]

@garfieldssidehoe submitted:

Nobody asked for this but the idea of scarecrowcest was so funny to me I had to shit post. I'm sorry in advance

Looking at this is making me want to break something thank you