杰森不情不愿地承认，“Yes I do.”

“你在写那些的时候都只想着我吗？”

“你全部都读了吗？”

斯莱德坐起来，被子滑落，他像是捕食者一样缓慢地朝杰森靠近。如此的距离，杰森能看见对方移动时涌动的肌肉，放大的瞳孔，以及里面毫不掩饰地渴望。

斯莱德低沉的声音响起，“Red Hood met his mouth in another clashing kiss before he dropped to his knees，pulling Deathstroke's pants down in one motion.He looked up，smirked and winked，flicking his tongue out to lick at the head once before he took him into his mouth.”

“He started to move back and forth slowly，but soon Deathstroke growled and grabbed his hair with one hand，forcing Red Hood to hold still.The older man rocked his hip and fucked into the mouth brutally，using it to chase after his own pleasure.”

杰森的心跳几乎都停止了，但不是因为害怕。他能感觉自己的瞳孔也在放大，全身血液朝下涌。他从未感到如此兴奋如此turned on。

斯莱德捏住他的下巴，拇指擦过他的嘴唇。

他的声音跟杰森记忆中的句子重合，让他像剧情中的红头罩一样战栗，“So beautiful，boy.”

“Beautiful，and mine.”

***

“你不需要瞒着我写作的事。”

几个小时后他们躺在浴缸内，杰森被温暖的水环绕枕着斯莱德宽厚的肩膀昏昏欲睡时，听见对方如此说道。

大手珍爱地抚过他酸痛的喉咙，有吻落到他的额头，杰森没有睁开眼睛，只是微笑。