The cute muffled yelp that boys make when they're tied up and gagged ❤️❤️❤️ the way they wiggle their ass and arch their back, begging to be touched ❤️❤️❤️ the strangled cry they make when you give them what they want, but at a pace so slow it's torture ❤️❤️❤️
Jason doesn’t really remember the first time he saw Frosty, maybe it was when his mom started to take a turn for the worst or the Christmas he was first on the streets.
Frosty just been a constant in his life. He may not speak but it doesn’t mean Jason couldn’t listen.
If the winds whipped him to a building he would run.
If Frost pointed to a dumpster he would look.
And if the white haired boy looked sad when he floated around then it wasn’t like there was anyone else to give his hugs.
Jason loved Frosty. He trusted him in a way he couldn’t begin to describe.
So when Frost late one night grabbed his hand and showed him the Batmobile, he didn’t really hesitate.