[At this point, it might have been preferable to the hell that Dick would face when everything else went south eventually. The intelligent creature within him is screaming for him to do the same. Dick is willing his body, his legs, anything to move at this point. It would be painful, but at least he won't have fallen into the trap of letting himself be pulled under some emotional booby-trap, left by one that's craving a type of attention they both might want, but not in the same manner.

With that first tug, Dick starts to grapple for his pants. He hasn't heard the words he needs, the reassurance, but the hands that pull against him are stronger and he knows it. It irks him that while Dick could twist away, maneuver out of position-- it's the one thing he doesn't want to do right now. Movement like that, is something he can't bring himself to manage.

Cursing under his breath, he stands there with his cock heavy and erect. It's leaking terribly with all the prospect they'd been talking and the kisses. It didn't take much for Jason to have Dick reacting. Why would it. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and leans harder against the door, listening to solid wood creak against his weight. ]

That's not how I... I mean. Fuck. I was hoping that you had found a semblance of happiness in some life. I didn't know things were. I didn't think you'd... know.

[Dick banged a fist against the wall. If only he hadn't given himself away, this would have been so much easier.]