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Remember: everything Jason Todd says is made up.
“Let me eat you out,” Jason begs, a tired expression on his face. He showed up at your doorstep—his body bruised and his clothes torn—like he had gotten into a fight prior to coming here.
“Please.” He tells you, taking a few steps closer until he’s finally inside of your house. The man was your best friend and sure, you’d do anything for him. But let him eat you out? What kind of request was that?
He couldn’t help but notice the confusion and hesitation in your eyes. It made him feel silly for a second. “I know what it sounds like,” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “But I need to relieve my stress. Just… give this to me, you.”
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