Eventually you learn to roll with the punches, Dick. Sometimes. That's a big sometimes actually, but it works in this situation because it takes away the responsibility of accepting that he honestly wants this. That he's always kind of wanted this. There had been others who popped up here and there; there were others here. Other Dick Grayson's. Jason couldn't let his ego down, and various situations made that gap between them all grow, but as fate would have it this was the perfect situation. Cause Jason was a lot of things, and capable of a lot of not so great things, but there was just no way he'd let Dick fall and stay there helpless. Just no way.

So here they are. Fingers dragging nails all the way down from where they had momentarily gripped. Down his neck, his shoulders, his chest. His hips had been moving in a small and slow steady rhythm to that hand around his girth as it continued to twitch awake and fatten. oh, but when Dick did that. Whew. Pale blues stared at that thumb for a second, almost forgetting where they were.

Right. Condoms and lube. Uh. Okay, one sec. "You're cute like this, Dick. But don't get too compliant. It's not as fun that way."

Because, of course Jason likes banter and difficulty. His fingers reached into the side drawer, flicking a glance over to the man's cock for a second. Mm, this one. He tore it open, and slowly rolled it over that length. A generous amount of lube came next as fingers slicked him and continued to stroke nice and slow. He took another glob of lube, using his other hand to prep himself, sliding in between firm ass cheeks.

"So fuck me," he leaned up to place a bite on the man's jawline. "I don't want you to go easy on me."