Despite all they had educated them on with arrival, there's parts of it that Dick just can't adapt to without a second thought. Such as the idea of no protection, such violent aggression. He can certainly be aggressive but not to think about wanting Jason raw and bareback. Not anyone.

With the drugs in his system though, and the desire it's ignited within him, and with the way that Jason whispers those words, Dick can't hold back a sharp sound. It might well have been a whimper, not that even in his condition he would admit that.

It doesn't stop his hands from working on getting his pants open, steady and eager, staring at Jason even as he works the fly open and instantly slides his hand past the opening, needing to get his fingers wrapped around Jason's cock even as he pushes down the material. Hoping that gravity will take over as he strokes the thickness of the other's cock, showing his eagerness in that touch, the brush of his thumb over the head and giving another soft, desperate sound of lust.

"You want me to get myself ready or doing it for me?"

Both sounds amazing to him. Either showing off or being used, and both leave him hot.