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Father and Sons🦇🐦

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💌 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIM DRAKE 💌

We're whipping up something sweet and extra special for the birthday boy here at The Red on Red Cookbook — Happy Tim Day, everyone!

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BELONG

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💤💤

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A 🔥 Night

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Get up

Most of the time, Tim had to get up earlier than Jason.

As soon as that damn alarm clock rang, the little bird in his arms would fly away. That familiar temperature suddenly disappeared, and Jason unconsciously made a dissatisfied sound. He was a typical bat, not good at getting up early and used to staying up late, not to mention it was only a little after 7 o'clock in the morning.

Pulling the quilt to block out the light, Jason buried his face in the pillow next to him and rubbed it. Tim's scent still lingered on it, making his heart itchy. He tried hard to empty his mind and prepare to fall asleep again, but after struggling for a while, he gave up very simply. After all, this wasn't the first time.

As soon as Jason pulled back the quilt, he saw the clock and realized that only a dozen minutes had passed. He heard some small noise behind him, and turned to see his lover changing clothes.

Tim took off his T-shirt, and the sunlight wandered over his beautiful back, making the kiss marks more obvious. The marks of varying depths scattered from the neck to the back dimples and disappeared into the narrow slit.

The shirt covered his upper body and butt, his straight, lean and toned thighs were white and glowy. Jason knew how good those legs...

His view was blocked.

"Jay, stop looking. I have to go to work." A kiss on the cheek, his throat moved. Jason couldn't help but put his arms around Tim's waist and buried his face in his belly, warm and soft.

Tim might be his battery. After he hugged Tim for a while, he felt much more awake.

He patted Tim's butt, "I'm awake. What do you wanna eat? I make it for you."

"Maybe you should take your hands off my butt first. If you continues, we'll only have lunch."

"Sounds good..."

His face was pinched hard.

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After breakfast, Jason drove Tim to the company.

The car stopped, but no one got out.

Jason leaned over and lowered his head, he just wanted a kiss from Tim and then let him go. But before they knew it, one kiss after another.

Jason put his hands on Tim's shoulders, Tim's hands hooked around his neck. Raising his head and reveal his neck, which was covered with fresh kiss marks.

A phone call stopped them before things got out of hand.

"Energetic. It looks like your hands will be busy." Tim smiled and looked at Jason's crotch, then his face was pinched.

"If you don't want to be absent, just go up." Jason resignedly opened Tim's car door.

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When Tim walked in, his lips were red and looked a little swollen. So everyone in the meeting was distracted by thinking about the private life of this rich young man.

The next day's Gotham Gazette: Tim Drake-Wayne has a seductive and clingy girlfriend

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The little things about JayTim #6

Let's talk about how BatFam discovered JayTim's little secret.

Dick

One morning, seeing Tim passing by, Dick suddenly realized that Tim always smelled of smoke recently.

This was Gotham, where the smell of smoke on the street was more common than perfume, and Dick wasn't a very sensitive person to smells.

But at that moment, he suddenly realized that the smoke seemed to be the same, and that he had smelled it many times.

When Dick struggled to recall where he smelled it from, he saw Jason coming down from upstairs.

Kind-hearted Steph patted him on the shoulder, "Don't think about it, it's him."

Damian

Damian was not someone who liked to care about other people's personal affairs, but sometimes he couldn't help to know a lot, and many times it was because of Jon.

In Wayne Manor, Jon suddenly asked him: "Has Tim started smoking?"

Damian raised his eyebrows and said: "Not that I know of." He didn't ask further because Jon would always tell him.

Sure enough, Jon's expression became even more puzzled.

"That's very strange. The smell of smoke appears very often, and it's especially strong near the neck today..." He said.

Damian thought: Todd was at home today, but Jon didn't meet him

He closed the book, pulled up Jon who was still confused, and said, "Let's go to the restaurant you want to eat."

Bruce

Bruce was usually the last person in the family to go to bed, he would always go to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee carefully, so as not to meet other people.

As he passed by the washing machine, the sound of its operation echoed in the quiet space, he realized he might not be the last person to sleep tonight.

But the person Bruce saw when he walked into the kitchen was not who he expected.

Jason was holding a red cup filled with tea and was about to leave. Bruce didn't see the pattern, but he knew who the owner of the cup was. He remembered the clothes he had just glimpsed in the washing machine, red and black, which seemed to belong to more than one person.

Bruce thought for a few seconds and said, "Jason, do you know Tim slept? I want to ask him about the company."

"He's taking a shower, might go to bed later. Will you go find him in ten minutes?" Jason answered without hesitation.

"Then talk about it tomorrow. Good night, Jason."

That night, Bruce took the coffee and watched the washing machine spinning.

He had no sleep all night.

Then he went to Kent's house for breakfast in the morning.

Alfred

"Master Jason, please help me wake up Master Tim. I want to know if he wants scrambled or fried eggs."

"He just got up and brushing his teeth. He wants two fried eggs."

"Thank you, Master Jason."

"…Sure enough, you already knew it." Jason took the plate, on which were two fried eggs that had already been cooked.

Alfred always knew, especially about his family.

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Dress

Even if Tim dressed up as a woman for the mission, it would still be a bit embarrassing, but what was even more embarrassing was meeting an acquaintance at this time, especially if this person had an ambiguous relationship with him.

With just one glance from a distance, Tim could tell that the tall red figure was Jason, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat back into the crowd to reduce his presence. But as soon as he took a step back, the man looked back as if he had sensed him.

100% it was Jaosn, he was done.

They stared at each other across the crowd. Tim could clearly see the playful smile on Jason's face and could predict that today's mission would not go smoothly.

Jason seemed to do it on purpose. No matter how many times Tim wandered around the venue, he always stood less than 2m away from Tim's target person, and occasionally even came closer to chat.

There was no way Tim could approach the target person alone in this situation, as it would easily alert him. And Jason, Tim wasn't sure what he was thinking, the risk was too hard to manage.

"Maybe you could ask Jason for help. I think he'd be willing to help." Barb suggested.

"I don't think we're at that point in our relationship..." It sounded like Jason would give Tim the green light if he just asked.

"Well, I thought you knew Jason treated you differently than everyone else."

Tim blinked in confusion and subconsciously looked around for Jason. Suddenly feeling someone approaching from behind, Tim turned around quickly, but his high heels were unstable and a big hand held his lower back firmly.

It was the familiar smell of cigarettes and the rare smell of cologne. Tim's nose was close to the skin of the man's neck, and he could almost feel the heat from it.

Tim swallowed unconsciously. He couldn't tell whether the heartbeat in his ear was his own or the other person's. It was heavy and clear.

"You are here dressed like this, without an escort. Do you know how many people are staring at you covetously?" Jason's slightly hoarse voice made Tim's ears feel hot.

Tim was completely enveloped in Jason's shadow, the arm around his waist held him tighter. It was full of possessiveness, but his brain was in a mess because of Jason's words. It sounded like jealousy…?

"Then...will you be my escort?" Sounded like a proposal. Tim remembered his mission, but the words still came out of his mouth without thinking.

Jason smiled, looking very satisfied. Tim's heart skipped a beat.

"I'll ask you for my reward later, Babybird."

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Jason's reward was a sweet, soft, red little bird wrapped in a quilt.

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Asking for😚

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Gotham Prince🤴

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The little things about JayTim #5

In the early days of their acquaintance, Jason called Tim "Princess".

Jason did it on purpose at that time. Of course, he knew that Tim would not wait in a high tower like a princess to be rescued, but he thought that Tim would be like a princess, with a happy and wealthy family, a life without hunger and cold, and that beautiful appearance.

However, his instinct as a bat told him these were inconsistent with the facts.

But Tim's reaction was so interesting that Jason couldn't help it.

Tim initially didn't like Jason calling him princess. He loves being underestimated by others (their faces when he hits back are so funny), EXCEPT Jason. Tim always wanted to show his best side in front of Jason, and every time he heard Jason call him princess, he felt looked down upon.

He knew he was being childish, but he actually wrote a plan for this.

But before the plan was implemented, Tim felt that he was getting used to it. Maybe it was because when Jason called him, there was more emotion than before, which made Tim felt his ears were a little hot.

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After they got together, Jason felt that Tim was more like a princess (not because of superficial opinions)

He stole the little princess from Bruce's castle, and he is the evil dragon who occupies the princess. Bruce will be very angry, and then he will bring the brave men to fight against Jason.

After hearing this, Tim retorted: "You're not a devil dragon, you're a prince. The savings account that Bruce opened for you is still there..."

Jason: Use your imagination, princess!

Jason still thinks he's no longer a prince, and Bruce will be damn angry.

Tim thought for a while and took out two things for Jason.

Spare keys and credit card.

See Jason was surprised, Tim smiled and said, "I have countless wealth and a big cave. My handsome prince, are you willing to be kidnapped?"

So the handsome Prince Jason was voluntarily kidnapped and lived with the Dragon Princess in the sweet cave.

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Always.

"That person is always there for you when you need him."

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Library

A little secret at the Wayne Manor Library

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Library

A little secret at the Wayne Manor Library

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JayTim's some 🔞 thoughts

JayTim's se✖ual tension really very attracts me.

Tim is small and light, but muscular and trained. His figure is slender and flexible. Jason is almost twice as heavy and big as Tim. He can easily pick him up with one hand and press him against the wall. The kissing height is just right. And put the legs on shoulders…I'm so obsessed with the posture of picking him up and in👀erting.

I have also learned that if 🍆 is big enough, every movement will press on the G➖sp🍩t. So every time Jason put it in, Tim's body can't help but go limp. Tim is smaller, so Jason's 🍆 can easily reach the b🍩tt🍩m. That's Jason's heaven. If it's all in👀erted, Tim's belly will bulge slightly. It will be a little uncomfortable at first, but after getting used to it, his body feel like an electric shock.

They are young and well-trained. The body has sufficient physical strength (the refract🍩ry period is very short) But they are all very busy, so they can't help but do it a few more times every time.

Both of them are equally possessive, and both like to leave marks on lover (especially Jason. Lips on the warm skin, teeth biting gently. This feeling is addictive) Tim likes unreserved touch (doesn't like c🍩nd🍩ms) He always lets Jason c👀m inside (When Tim cleans it, as long as Jason is around, It's not just the fingers that are put in)

But this can't be blamed on Jason. Fingers stretch open the pink h🍩le and white 🥛 flows out. This picture is too mind-boggling.

Their possessiveness of each other is quite obvious in their daily lives. They all have many friends, and one thing they have in common is: More wary of people,  hard to be completely honest with people. And they have seen each other's truest side in 🔞 and in other aspects (No matter the lows or the highs) It can be said the people who understand each other best. So when they are together, the atmosphere is unique.

Seeing Jason, Tim involuntarily walks over to sit next to him. Jason will become more relaxed and no longer subconsciously tense. They sit so close that their thighs sometimes touch each other. Just by turning head slightly, they can feel another person's breath and body temperature. Tim will sometimes whisper a few words, and Jason will lower his head slightly to listen. His upper body leaning towards Tim, their hair intertwined. Several glances, blinking, raising eyebrows, frowning. These are like secret codes, flowing in this ambiguous air.

Clothes that don't fit. The smell that shouldn't be there. Weapon with another person's symbol. Same color but belonging to another person's ride.

All of this seems to say: This person has been marked, and he is willing