The drugs in his system have Dick revved up to about a hundred and he just can't help the lust he feels. Especially not after the kissing, the negotiations. It's nothing. It's just dealing with this place and what it does to them. That's all.

"As if you're not going to take it like we both want," he growls, a low, dangerous rumble as he twists Jason, a kind of foreplay that just suits them both as their bodies rub against one another, fighting as much foreplay as anything for them.

Getting Jason on his knees, loving the way he looks, the feel of his hair caught in Dick's fist. Wrapping his hand around the base of his cock with the other, only a moment of stroking himself, making sure he's still slick before pushing himself against Jason's hole.

There's been so much teasing and playing around getting to this moment and it's enough that Dick just about loses all control then. Groaning, soft words that are near pleading in that sound as he slowly pushes into that tight heat.

Fairly shaking with desire, with the need to hold himself back so that he doesn't hurt Jason. It's a conscious thought, one he's thankful for as he pushes into him. The sounds he makes are almost pained to finally have this.

And he's fairly certain that thought is because of the drugs, the need from that, and not thoughts he's fought to acknowledge that have come a time or two in all of their time butting heads.