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( jason doesn't like the way that's worded. the hoping you found some semblance of happiness. dick's eyes are closed, so he likely misses the way his nose scrunches up in response, mouth a hard line for just a few moments before his expression evens out again. hands drop to rest against dick's thighs, thumbs pressing against skin just above where he's yanked pants down to, and jason - waits.

head tipped back to look up to dick and mouth dangerously close to the cock right in front of him but not touching it. he's breathing close enough that he's sure dick can feel it, which is fully intentional. he wants dick to feel him. to know how close jason is. wants him to look down at him, now that he's schooled his expression into something a lot - cockier. there's the smirk curling up the corners of his lips, lips which he's parting to lick at his upper lip before he speaks up. )

's your call, Dick. ( jason's not looking in front of him, he's looking up to his face. intentionally ignoring what he'd gone down here for to begin with. ) I can still get back up. Tell me what you want.

( he can leave. put the hood back on and walk right on out. be an asshole, a tease, or let dick follow him back home for more. considering he's already got his dick out (ha), jason figures he'll likely bend and ask for something else. )